10. Madden
Madden
G od, I’m a jealous son of a bitch.
Chase has always been the best at navigating anything to do with omegas. He’s even built up a bit of a reputation with the omegas that run in our circles as one of the best alphas to go to for a bit of fun.
I’ve always been fine with that, because none of these omegas would have ever been okay settling down with our pack, at least with me still in it.
I know none of the guys would ever leave me for an omega like that, they’ve had plenty of opportunity and have proven every single time they choose me.
But the little omega upstairs isn’t just any omega.
I can’t help but doubt whether the guys would be as quick to choose me over her if they were forced to choose.
Why would she ever want a Southside alpha like me? Especially if she’s been through all that she has, why would she want a reminder of where she came from?
Of course Chase is the one to go up to her tonight and make her feel comfortable. And of course I was the one who stupidly left her alone in my room, making her think she had to submit to us in order to stay here.
I just can’t do anything right with omegas.
“I think you’re done,” Archer grunts, pulling my glass away from me on the counter.
I scowl at him, my face warm from the amount I’ve already had.
“Why’re you cutting me off?” I groan, slumping against the counter and resting my head in my arms.
“Because there’s a difference between taking the edge off and sending you down a stupid spiral of overthinking, I know you well enough to tell your brain is working overtime,” Archer grunts. “I think I’m cutting all of us off at this point.”
I feel pathetic.
I feel Kane moving to the barstool beside me, clapping a hand on my shoulder and giving me a firm squeeze.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Kane asks, his words a bit slurred from the amount of alcohol he’s had too.
“I thought you said talking about things was stupid,” I say, my face still buried in my arms.
“Well I never said I wasn’t a hypocrite,” Kane says. “Plus, I wasn’t drunk enough yet. What better time is there to talk about shit like this.”
He’s right. There’s a reason the rest of us don’t usually get drunk like this.
Chase seems to find drinking ridiculous amounts of alcohol a form of escapism from his own shit.
With the rest of us? Our demons usually catch up to us when our guards are down like this.
“I’m worried you guys are gonna fucking leave me,” I blurt, digging the palms of my hands into my eyes.
“What?” Archer says. His tone incredulous like he thinks I’m stupid .
“She’s perfect, man, are you seriously telling me that if your scent-matched omega told you to get rid of me to be together with her you wouldn’t listen?” I say, pursing my lips together as I meet his eyes.
His eyebrows are drawn down and he opens his mouth to respond, but Kane gets there first.
“What makes you think she’d make a demand like that?” Kane asks.
“That’s what every omega that’s ever been interested in our pack has wanted,” I scoff.
“But she’s not like every omega.” Kane crosses his arms over his chest. “You said ‘your scent match’ earlier, but I think you’re forgetting that you sense the connection too. It’s not like she’s only scent matched to the three of us, she’s ours. All of ours.”
“But I terrify her,” I say, slumping back down and hiding my head in my arms. I feel so fucking pathetic right now, moping like this.
“I mean, I think we all fucking terrify her right now,” Archer grunts. “I think what happened earlier in your room had less to do with us now and more so about what she’s been taught in her past.”
“I don’t know her,” Kane says. “But I don’t think she’d make a demand like that. I think she’s more likely to run away from all alphas entirely than demand we send you away.”
I lift my head, meeting both of their eyes, my stupid insecurity still beating me up on the inside. It’s so much easier to just fight with my fists than to deal with these feelings. At least when I’m doing any jobs for the company, I know what I’m doing.
I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m doing with an omega.
“Okay,” I mumble, standing from my stool. “Thanks, I think I’m gonna go upstairs now. Sleep it off.”
Sleep it off in the room that probably still smells like her.
The two of them tell me goodnight as I head up the stairs.
When I reach the top and turn down the East wing, I see Chase standing outside the door of the guest bedroom. He’s just standing there, waiting. Watching.
“Hey—” I start saying.
In a flash, he’s in front of me with his hand covering my mouth and a finger to his lips.
“Shhh,” he says, pulling his hand back.
“Is she okay?” I whisper under my breath.
A fond smile crosses his face as he glances back at the door. “She didn’t lock the door,” he says.
“What?” I have no clue what he’s talking about, my mind feels like it’s full of syrup with how slow it’s working right now. I shouldn’t have drunk that much.
Chase chuckles under his breath softly, turning back to face me and looking me up and down. “How much did you drink? Usually, you’re the one taking care of me when I’m hammered.”
“A lot,” I mumble.
“Here,” Chase says, slinging my arm over his shoulder and guiding me to my room. “Let’s talk here, I don’t want to wake her.”
“Okay,” I say as he sets me down on my bed.
I was right. My room still smells like her. There’s the hint of bitterness, a reminder of her fear, but her sweet soothing peppermint perfume is still strong.
“She’s doing fine, but I told her she could lock her door and she didn’t,” Chase says, excitedly running a hand through his hair.
“Why is that special?” I ask, leaning back against my headboard, my eyes closing.
“I’d like to think it means she at least feels a bit safe here,” Chase says.
“Really?” I say, opening my eyes to look at him hopefully.
“Yeah, man.”
“I didn’t scare her off?” I ask him, not feeling the same sort of pressure I felt with the other guys with Chase.
I trust Chase. Chase trusts me .
Chase was the first one of the pack that I met. He was seventeen and going a bit crazy with the shit he was doing. He got wrapped up in some nasty stuff with some drug dealers. They basically kidnapped him to hold him for ransom because he comes from a pretty loaded family.
Those drug dealers just happened to be my family, or at least the gang my dad and older brother were a part of.
I was only a year older than him. He was a bit scrawny then, most alphas don’t get as big as they usually will until they come of age.
Long story short, I’d done a lot of shit for my family, but kidnapping and holding an innocent kid ransom was where I drew the line.
I helped him escape. Nearly died for my betrayal, but right before they were going to put a bullet in my skull, the police came knocking down the doors of the warehouse we were in.
Chase got me a scholarship that got me out of the Southside and that’s when he introduced me to the others.
I owe my life to Chase.
He always says he’s the one with the debt since I saved him, but I don’t believe him. He’s the reason I don’t have to go hungry anymore. That I don’t have to hurt people for a living. He’s given me a pack, a family. He’s more of a brother than my own flesh and blood.
“Nah, man,” he says. “You didn’t scare her off. She’s just a bit scared in general. This is a big change for her, kinda like how it was a big change for you.”
I nod in understanding.
When you go from hiding food behind the electrical outlet in your room so your brother doesn’t steal it from you to having access to an all-you-can-eat buffet whenever you want, it takes a bit of time to adjust.
“I think if anything, you’re the best one out of all of us to help her get used to this,” Chase says. “You’ll have a good idea what things she may need that she won’t be willing to ask for. ”
I wince, remembering how I still hid food in our dorm room during college. “Yeah,” I say. “Okay, I can do that.”
“Considering how much you probably drank to get you like this, seems like you were really worried,” Chase laughs.
I nod. “She’s—she’s perfect. And look at me.”
Chase rolls his eyes. “You’ve gotta cut yourself some slack. Sure you don’t look like the rest of us but that doesn’t mean she’s not gonna find you hot.”
“You really think she’ll like me?”
“Totally, man, she’s our scent match. Even if she can’t really tell that, there’s something there,” he says. “I think you should sleep this off, that way you can do something to make her more comfortable tomorrow. It seems like actions are gonna be better than words for her.”
I nod, pressing the palms of my hands against my eyes again. “Thanks, man, I appreciate it.”
“Of course, big guy,” Chase says, squeezing my shoulder. “We’ve all got our issues, but we’re a pack. We stick together. Everything will be fine.”
Chase leaves, closing the door behind him. After a few minutes of motivating myself to get up and out of bed, I make my way to the bathroom. As tired as I am, I’m not gonna be able to pass out before I take a piss.
The moment I step into the bathroom, I let out a groan. My cock stirs in my pants.
Luna took a shower in here. Her scent is even more concentrated than out in my bedroom, even though she took a shower a while ago. It’s just that strong.
Or maybe my brain is just wired to pick up on it.
I move to my towel, hanging on my wall, like a moth to a flame. When I lift it to my face, I groan.
Fuck.
Her sweet peppermint scent wraps itself around me, going straight to my dick. I squeeze myself through my pants to try and relieve some of the ache, but it doesn’t work.
I’m a fucking bastard.
I tug my cock out, squeezing the knot that’s inflating at the base of my dick hard. What would it feel like to bury my knot in her sweet, sweet pussy?
Flashes of her spread out on my bed, presenting herself to us are all that I can think about.
I stroke myself, burying my face in the towel that carries her delicious perfume.
What kind of noises would she make? Would she like it soft and tender? Hard and fast? Would she let me feast on her slick until the end of time?
I come with a groan, my orgasm catching me off guard. God, I came like a fucking teenager.
I bury my face into the towel, the post-nut clarity and shame starting to hit me.
Fucking hell.
I just jerked off to a fucking towel. Sure, it’s a towel that smells like her, but a fucking towel. I fucking blinked and I came, too. I didn’t even last long.
God, will I be able to please her?
The fact I’ve never been with anyone, let alone an omega never really bothered me until now.
I never wanted to have my first time to be with those omegas that only wanted me because of how I looked and where I came from.
The only reason why those omegas wanted me was because they wanted to piss off their daddies and have a little ride on the wild side.
But it’s seriously bothering me now.
I leave the towel hanging on the wall and rip off my shirt, doing my best to clean myself off before finally pissing.
I strip down to my boxers, leaving my clothes in a dirty heap on the floor. I’ll take care of them later, when I’m not drunk and wallowing.
I freeze at the towel, still hanging on my stupid fucking bathroom wall before taking it with me.
I fall asleep, holding a towel covered in her perfume, dreaming of the day when I get to hold her.