Chapter 27 Major
twenty-seven
Major
My shoulders finally relax when the moaning ends, and they all seem to return to their own bedrooms. It wasn’t appropriate for them to have a nap in her nest, and it definitely is not alright to do what they just did.
Whatever it is.
My brain creates all sorts of scenarios. Each time I close my eyes, something different flashes behind my eyelids. Apparently, I’m a creative motherfucker.
When the moaning started, I made sure to close the door of my office. I didn’t sneak around to watch, and fuck, it was hard to hold myself together. My cock is painfully hard, pulsing against the zipper, while everyone in this goddamn ranch is relaxed after coming one after the other.
My neck cracks, and my attention returns to the computer. I refuse to succumb to my needs and fuck my hand in her name. Eyes watering from how hard I stare, I blink a few times, trying to get my brain to work and read the email I have from the Alpha-Omega International Alliance.
I contacted them as soon as we returned to the ranch, but I didn’t think they would reply. Many of us lost our faith in the Alliance many years ago when we were left to our own devices.
Major,
Thank you for your email. The Alliance was initially contacted in 2024, when the first case of a lost Omega occurred in Europe. Since then, we have successfully tracked many Omegas and reunited them with their townships, and some have even mated with packs across the globe.
After careful consideration, it appears that your friend Veda’s case is similar. Omegas being born in a Beta family are quite common, so the Alliance decided not to open an investigation at this time.
We take every report seriously, and please don’t hesitate to contact us again if the situation changes.
In the meantime, the head of the US division is copied in, so he’s also aware of the situation.
Thank you very much,
Maja Eriksson
Head of the Alpha-Omega International Alliance
Of course.
It’s not surprising that’s their stance, only disappointing.
Even though I don’t trust them, I felt it was my duty to report the situation with the trafficking ring. I named St. James and gave every detail I had about what had happened, sure they would be just as suspicious as I was, yet the Alliance has failed again.
Fine. I can do it myself. I roll my shoulders back, a curse on the tip of my tongue when the phone rings, startling me. I don’t get many phone calls, I never give the impression I’m the chatty sort, and when I answer, I make sure they can hear how much they bother me.
“Major.”
“Don’t listen to Maja, she’s a cunt.”
My spine goes rigid at the sound of the male gruff on the other side of the line. “Who’s this?”
“Dominic Savage,” he replies as if I should know. “And I just read that bullshit of an email too.”
My eyes return to the screen, and I check the email copied on that message, and sure enough, it belongs to a Dominic.
“And how the hell do you have my number?”
“She sent me everything you have, but I know Maja, so I didn’t bother to tell her you’re on the money.
Fuck, why do I need to do her job? She started this goddamn exchange program for Omegas.
She’s finding them everywhere in South America and pairing them with Alpha packs in Europe, which is a true happily ever after.
She doesn’t want to dirty her hands with the shit going down on this side of the ocean. ”
I rub my temple, sure a headache is about to start. “That still doesn’t explain why you have my number.”
“I was about to pay you a visit. You’re on to something.”
I grunt because I fucking know I’m on to something. There’s no way all this is a coincidence. Too many Omegas, too much not adding up.
“Anderson St. James is in it. He thinks he’s fucking slick because he’s a Beta. Damn, maybe he is because no one investigated the bastard until me.”
“So you knew about Veda?” The temperature changes, and he fucking knows, even miles away.
“Hey, he wasn’t messing with the girl. He kept and raised her, and I only found out his whole thing in the last year or so. You wanted me to break in and take an adult?”
Yes. That’s what I’d have done if I knew someone was neglecting an Omega like that. I’d kill the bastard if I had the chance. Fuck, I might do exactly that.
“Calm down, Wilde,” he tsks. “She’s good with you now, right? Are you taking care of her?”
The question brings chills down my spine. I tell myself I’d do this for any Omega, any woman, but I know that’s only partially true. I’d do anything for Veda. The woman owns me even if it’s not right. Even if she doesn’t belong to me.
“She’s safe,” I grit out.
“Good. I’m coming around for a visit in the next few days.”
“I don’t remember inviting you.”
He ignores that. “In the meantime, don’t do anything stupid. I’m already the only motherfucker working in this goddamn government. Don’t make my life harder.”
Dominic doesn’t wait for my answer. He just hangs up, and I’m happy he’s gone. While I’m not a fan of the personality, I like that someone is taking this seriously. It was obvious that Veda’s grandpa had something to do with this, but the confirmation doesn’t ease my mind.
His request might come at the right time because I’m feeling mighty vindictive right now. I want nothing more than to sit in my truck and make my way to Dallas and kick his geriatric ass, but if there’s actually an investigation, I need to hold myself back.
It’s better to wait and make sure he goes away for life, even if my fingers tingle, craving action. I’m lost in thought, and I don’t see her approaching, though her scent is impossible to miss.
Veda is irresistible when she’s excited and perfuming the house down, but she’s extra sweet when she’s like this.
I lift my eyes to find her at the door of my office.
Wet curls hitting her small waist, a purple dress with flowers on it, and bare feet.
My mouth waters when she smiles, her cheeks flushing pink.
“I’m sorry for interrupting,” she says.
I say nothing to this, my eyes hard on her, not feeling very generous after what she put me through. I’m hard as a rock still. Her sweet little moans are going to follow me to the grave.
She clears her throat. “I wanted to start with lunch, and I was wondering what you want to eat.”
“Let them cook for you,” I shrug. She shouldn’t be doing anything.
She frowns and shakes her head. “I don’t mind doing stuff. I’m feeling better.”
Leaving my desk behind, I stand at my full height, not bothered if she sees the tent in my jeans.
My neck cracks, and I prowl to her, a predator who knows its prey.
Why does she reject care like this? Why can’t she just give in and let us take care of her?
Doesn’t she see this is the biggest honor of our lives?
Her back presses against the banister when I come closer, feeling the heat from her body, taking on the sugary scent she spreads through my house. I have too many pent-up emotions to pretend I don’t want to fuck her through a mattress.
I’m at least a foot taller than her, and when I lean forward with my arm holding me still, she has to crane her neck to keep eye contact.
“You let them come all over you, and you want to make them food too?” I whisper, my hand reaching for her throat.
As I predicted, her heart climbs, thumping against my palm. I should step back and give her space, but she starts perfuming, and I lose my goddamn mind.
“Fuck, Veda. ” My voice is heavy with desire, and I can’t hide it anymore. “Baby girl, your scent drives me fucking crazy.”
I should hide it. But I don’t.
“Really?” she squeals in surprise.
My closed eyes snap in surprise. “God, yes. And I’m getting sick and tired of having to hold myself back. It's too goddamn…hard.”
The insinuation is not missed by her. She glances down at my jeans, and fuck, the widening of her little eyes on me makes me even harder.
“That’s funny, ’cause sometimes I don’t think you like me very much.” She twitches her nose.
“Yeah? Like when?” I laugh. “When I’m constantly hard around you. Fighting a goddamn demon since you arrived, Veda, damn—”
She bites down on her bottom lip, her expression pensive. “I think you’re too controlled.”
I almost laugh. “Do you?”
I’m bursting at my seams as it is, practically an animal pouncing on her. Why would she ever think I’m too controlled? I need a cold shower and to fuck my hand a dozen times before being considered controlled.
“The others don’t hold back.” She raises her delicate shoulder.
I lift her chin, really watching her. “And that’s what you want? You want me to let go like the others?”
“Maybe.”
“Do you even know the things I want to do to you? All the ways I imagine fucking you, Veda? I want to feed you my cock until you cry. I want to watch you take every inch and ask for more. Good for you, I have two pack mates to fuck you too.”
Veda is drenched.
Her arousal is thick in the air, which doesn't help me get a hold of the situation. Her eyes are glossy, her lips parted, and everything I held inside is pouring out.
“I want to throw you over my knee and spank you hard and then fill that little hole so the pain doesn’t sting.”
She’s been a brat since the moment she stepped here, and I’ve been dreaming about teaching her a lesson. It seems I’m not the only one loving the scenario I painted so pretty for us.
Her breathing is labored, pulse hammering. She’s flushed with my words alone. I can't imagine how it could be if I really did all those things.
“I keep imagining the face you’re going to make when you find out I’m pierced.”
That last bit melts her knees, but I hold her against me. There’s no escape from my cock rubbing against her soft belly. She knows I’m hard and aching for her.
“Pierced where?” She licks her lips, looking around my face as if I suddenly have metal she never noticed.
All this is just a dream.
The desires I have need to stay in my imagination because I’m not like the others. I can’t try something and let it go. I don’t think I can survive letting her go.
All my instincts tell me to take this woman and make her mine. Yet my brain is in command here.
She’s not mine, and she deserves to scent-match with a pack. When her heat comes, they are the ones who will be there for her. Not me.
And with that little reminder, I walk away.