Chapter 6
JAMIE
The look of pure terror in my omega’s eyes is like a knife to the fucking heart.
My mind is spinning, my body is on fire. My omega. He’s my fucking omega! And he’s running away. Why the fuck is he running away from me?
I’m up and out of my seat in seconds, nearly tripping over my feet in a rush to follow after Beckham as he takes off out of the classroom.
Pure adrenaline courses through my veins as I run after him. He can’t run. He can’t fucking do this.
“Beckham!” I shout, panic starts to hit me as he runs towards the lecture hall exit, the further he gets away the more it feels like the air is being sucked out of my lungs.
I keep following him, using the same speed I use on the football field, refusing to lose sight of him.
Only it’s not that easy. When I burst through the doors, my eyes dart around, trying to find out where he went, but I can’t fucking see him!
“Jamie!” Alaric shouts from behind me. I ignore him as I look for Beckham, my breathing becoming labored, my body breaking out in a sweat.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can’t I breathe?
And where is my omega? I need to find my fucking omega!
“Jamie!” Alaric’s alpha bark snaps me out of it, only long enough for my wild eyes to find his.
“You have to help me find him.” I hate how fucking desperate I sound.
“Breathe.” Alaric shakes my shoulders, trying to snap me out of it. “You need to fucking breathe.”
“I need to find my omega!” I snarl, stepping up to him, getting right in his face.
“He’s not just your fucking omega!” Tatum snaps, stepping up next to us. “He’s our omega. This whole damn pack.”
“And you need to relax.” Alaric’s growl is low and demanding. As pack alpha, he’s made his command and I fucking hate it.
It’s the only thing that keeps me from running around this campus, ripping it apart until I find Beckham.
“Relax?” I laugh, a little too manically. “How the fuck do you expect me to relax when we just found our fucking omega, and he ran off like his world was ending?”
I’ve never felt so damn rejected in my life.
“I know.” Alaric growls, low and deep in his chest. “And it’s fucking killing us too okay? But you need to take a step back and breathe. Okay? Breathe with me, baby, in and out.”
I claw at my chest, wondering why it hurts so much.
“That’s it.” I take a deep breath in, mimicking my alpha. “And now breathe out.”
After a few deep breaths, it helps lessen the feeling like my heart is going to stop and my lungs are going to explode.
“He’s our omega,” I whisper.
“He is.” Alaric nods his head.
“And he just took off. Did you see the fear in his eyes?” I grab at his shirt. “He fucking fears us! He shouldn’t. He should never fear us. We would never fucking hurt him. I’d rather burn the fucking world to the ground and kill everyone in it than hurt him.”
“I know, baby, I know. But you need to try to think of it from his point of view.”
“And what’s that?” Tatum asks. He stands next to us, arms crossed.
He has his mask in place. To anyone else around us, he just looks annoyed.
But I know he’s pissed. Maybe even hurt by Beckham's reaction. “He just found his scent matched pack, and the first thing he does is run? I get that this has got to be a shock to him, it sure as fuck is to us. But we didn’t do anything to warrant that kind of reaction.”
Alaric looks around and blows out a breath, running a hand through his hair. “We need to go. We’re drawing too much attention to ourselves.”
“I don’t give a fuck!” I blink at him in disbelief. “How are you so fucking chill about this right now?”
Alaric’s eyes shoot over to mine and I see it now. He’s not chill. He’s losing it too, but on the inside. Fuck. That snaps me back to reality.
“Don’t push me, Jamie. It’s taking everything in me not to track him down and drag him by the fucking hair back to our place.”
“I don’t see an issue with that.” Tatum huffs. “It’s where he belongs. With us. By our fucking side.”
“I know.” Alaric looks like he’s three seconds from murdering everyone in a three block radius. Normally murdery Alaric has my cock hard and dripping, but now is not the time.
Although, my cock seems to think otherwise. But I believe this mostly has to do with our omega’s scent lingering in my nose.
His honey and vanilla scent was like a shot of ecstasy right to my heart and soul. And let’s be fair, my dick too. We want him. Really fucking bad.
“Can we go talk about this in the car, please!” Alaric growls.
We follow after him as he storms towards the student parking lot. Once we’re all in the car, he turns to us. “Okay, so here’s what we’re not going to do. We’re not going to hunt him down and drag him back home.”
“Why the fuck not?” I glare at him.
“Because, we have to think rationally about this.”
“Since when do we do anything rationally?” Tatum asks with a cocked brow.
“Look, if it was anyone else, I’d be all for going all caveman on his ass.
But that's not going to work here. Beckham isn’t your typical omega.
He clearly doesn’t like us, thinks we’re too young and immature.
Also, there’s the added fact that we’re his students.
To him, we’re off limits. A big no-no. And being his scent matches isn’t going to change that.
At least not overnight. He seems like the kind of guy to fight us on this.
And if we just go in there guns blazing, we risk running him off. ”
“Then we should go after him. I don’t see the issue. I say we just lock him up in the basement until he comes around.” I shrug. Images of Beckham tied to a bed flash in my head. Naked, restrained, at my mercy. Fuck. My cock jerks and my pheromones flood the car.
“You're thinking about chaining up our omega, aren’t you?” Tatum smirks at me knowingly.
“Tell me that doesn't sound like the best damn fucking idea ever.” I groan, adjusting my cock in my jeans.
“Guys, focus." Alaric barks.
“Unless the next words out of your mouth are, let’s go get our omega, I don’t wanna hear it.” I growl.
“Stop being a fucking brat.” Alaric growls back. “Or I’ll put you over my knee and spank you like one.”
A smile lifts at the corner of my lips. “And you say that like it’s some kind of punishment.”
“Fucking hell.” Alaric tosses his head back. Normally, he can handle my antics, but right now emotions are too high. So, I bite my tongue. For now.
“Okay. Okay.” I sigh heavily, waving a hand his way. “Tell us this plan.”
He glares at me, but speaks anyway. “He is the son of one of the biggest mafia families in the country. If we handle this how we normally would, we risk stepping on toes. Toes of men who have a thirst for blood. Let’s not cause an all out war.”
“I’d go to war for our omega,” Tatum says simply.
“Yeah. Me too.” I nod, agreeing.
Alaric glares harder. “Shut. Up.” He snarls. “We play the long game. We make Beckham see that we’re not the enemy. And that we’re not some young dumb kids. We show him that we can be the alphas he deserves. The alphas he needs. Tatum, help me out. We’ve been over this already.”
Tate rolls his eyes, clearly on my side of things.
“Even beating the fuck out of people didn’t help. Please be so fucking for real.”
“How do we do that?” I ask, brows furrowing. If I don’t intervene, they’ll end up beating on each other. I need to keep them on track, or we’ll all have black eyes.
“We start by respecting his space. Give him time to process what just happened. I’m sure he’s losing his mind.”
“He’s not the only one,” I mutter.
“I know. I’m not going to lie, it fucking hurts. Being flooded with all these new urges and emotions is throwing me off too.”
“I don’t like feeling like I’m not in control.” Tatum sits back in his seat. “I don’t like not knowing how this is going to go. I don’t like that nothing about this is predictable.”
“I know, babe. And this is going to fucking suck for you because as of right now, we have no idea where Beckham’s mind is at.
I’m asking you to take a moment, think about everything that just happened and tomorrow, we can try talking to Beckham, give him the night to come to terms with everything.
We need to figure out what has him running scared, other than the shock that he’s our omega. ”
“What if he won’t talk to us?” I ask, the idea of him ignoring us makes me uneasy.
“The facts are, he’s an omega. We are his alpha’s. Scent matched alphas. He won’t be able to resist us for long, especially when we’re in his class several times a week.”
“Fine.” I narrow my eyes. “I’ll play it your way for now.”
“Thank you.” He sighs in relief. “Now, let’s go home.”
I shake my head. “We left our stuff back in the classroom. I need some time to walk this off, to think, and get a clear head. Let me go back and grab everything and I’ll walk home.”
“Are you sure?” Alaric asks. “We can come with you.”
“I’m sure.”
He narrows his eyes. “And you're going to behave yourself?”
“I won’t run after Beckham. I promise. I trust your judgement. You say to let the omega have time to process, I will.”
“Fine.” Alaric grunts, then turns over his shoulder to look at Tatum. “I hope you know I’m taking my frustration out on your ass when we get home. Our omega’s scent has me fucking feral.”
My eyes widen. “What the fuck! Why not mine?”
Alaric turns to me with a grin. “Sorry. Thought you wanted that walk.”
“You’re fucking mean.” I huff, throwing my car door open and getting out. I duck my head back in and glare at the two of them. “You better fucking record it.”
The two of them laugh as I slam the door shut. Assholes.
I’ve retrieve our bags from the class, but rather than walk home right away, I decide to take a little detour.
When Alaric asked me if I was going to behave myself, I never agreed. I said I wasn’t going to go after our omega. And I’m not.
Breaking into his office to have a snoop around on the other hand, yeah, that I’m going to do.
It’s not technically considered breaking into his office when I have a key, right?