Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
BELLE
A m I insane to be staying in a hotel suite alone with strangers? Alpha strangers at that? I wish it wasn't past three in the morning. I need Stetson's advice.
As we leave the airport, I can feel someone watching me, and I know that my father is going to punish me for this.
But I am not and will never stay in a place alone with that creepist (creeper rapist). He not only touched me without permission as I was sleeping, but he would have hit me if Angel hadn't swooped in and saved me.
He seems to be doing that a lot tonight. After I return from LA and go back to the Academy in Connecticut, I will have to send him a big thank you gift.
He's been so kind and welcoming to me. And that is why I am riding his cousin’s back out into the winter storm toward a hotel where we can get some rest.
I don't know how I'm going to get to LA, but that's tomorrow Belle's problem. Right now I just want a hot shower and some food.
The small bites of cheesecake I took before the flight stewardess interrupted us isn't going to hold me over.
Maybe I'll use my emergency credit card and order something. I know they said the guys would have a personal concierge, but I don’t want them to think that I am some kind of freeloader.
I come from money, even if my father fights all of my purchases. We pass under a covered awning, and the biting chill has my teeth chattering.
Tate picks up his pace, and I feel bad that he's having to carry me, but I can admit my panties are full of slick at the way his strong back muscles are pressing against my center.
I think I may moan at one particular step he makes as his coat grinds into my clit.
Fuck. I'm about to get off on him and even though my body is heating, I kinda feel sick. Is this consent? It's just like riding on the back of a motorcycle.
Angel laughs, and when I glance over at him his blue eyes are raging with heat, and he gives me a wink.
I'm about to be locked in a room with three hot as hell men. Alphas that have delicious knots.
I've only ever used a toy with a knot before, and the way my body is primed and ready right now, I'm starting to get filthy dangerous thoughts and ideas.
Beck opens the door to the hotel, and as we enter there is a full staff waiting for us lined up. Even a chef in a full white coat, checkered pants, and hat.
One of the maids squeals, and the man beside her whisper-yells at her to behave.
I look around and can't help but laugh. This place is right out of the seventies. There are old stewardess uniforms on mannequins behind a rope, and retro soda machines.
This place is trippy, but also really cool.
“You can set me down now,” I whisper to Tate, but his hands just grip me tighter as he shakes his head.
“Pack Baron, welcome to the TWA. We are so insanely pleased to have you, even under these circumstances.”
Beck steps forward and shakes the man's hand. “Thank you. We appreciate the hospitality and discretion. We are rather exhausted if you wouldn't mind showing us to our suite.”
The man nods, but waves at the chef. “Absolutely, but first if you could place your order to Mike here. He'd be happy to make you anything you'd like.”
“Steak and potatoes and something sweet,” Tate says and the man runs off toward what I'm assuming is the kitchen.
I can't tell from this angle, but I think there is a small restaurant in the corner.
“Great, now that that's settled if you would just follow me.”
Angel moves beside Beck and Tate takes his time as we trail behind the others. “This place is wild,” I say after the silence gets too stifling. “Um, may I ask who you are? The people here seem to treat you like royalty?”
Tates shoulders tense, and I immediately regret asking.
“My father is well-known,” he finally says and I nod, dropping it.
“Okay. I don't really care. Honestly I was just trying to make conversation. My father is well-known as well, but not for good reasons. He's not a good man and if I could disown him, I would in a heartbeat. And there I go again babbling, I'll just shut up now. Thanks for the lift, buddy.”
I cringe and shake my head. “Buddy?” I mouth, internally face palming. God, I am such a freak.
Tate's shoulders relax, and soon they are moving.
“Are you laughing at me?” I whine, wishing I could bury my face somewhere.
“You're very refreshing, Belle. I'm kinda glad we bumped into each other so to speak.”
“I bumped into Beckett. Who I don't think likes me much. I appreciate you letting me tag along tonight, and I'd like to pay for my meal. I don't want you to think that I'm a gold digger or something. Not that we are dating or anything like that. Shit. I need sleep. My babbling is so much worse when I'm tired.”
“It’s fine. You don’t have to pay me back. The meal is complimentary anyway and I happen to find your babbling cute. Like I said, it's refreshing.”
The guys stop walking, and the man in the red coat unlocks a door, moving aside for us to enter. I gasp and it’s not in a wow way. This place is like the seventies threw up.
There is even a legit Twister room: a space filled with colored dots on the walls and floor.
“Umm, I guess if I wasn’t here to see this, I would never believe it,” I mutter, and Tate laughs. Setting me down next to an old fashioned mini bar, I glance around. There are three doors.
“Can I be totally rude and hog the shower? I swear I’m not the type of omega to take long. I’d just like to wash off that creeper’s touch. I feel gross,” I say, voice starting out strong, then ending in a whisper.
I still can’t believe my father hired someone to essentially stalk me.
“Of course. Also pick which room is yours,” Angel says with a grin, and I smile. Beck takes a seat on the bright blue coach and pulls out a tablet, powering it on.
“Are you seriously working, baby?” Tate says, and I know my eyes widen at the term of endearment. Don’t get me wrong, I know that alphas have relationships with other alphas, but it’s rare.
“My best friend, Stetson is gay too,” I blurt out, then smack myself in the face. “Fuck, I am so sorry. That was rude. I’m just going to go drown myself in the shower.” Turning, I run toward the door in the middle, praying it’s the bathroom.
When I turn the handle and see it is, I sigh. The guys burst out in laughter, and I quickly enter, then slam the door shut behind me. Turning, I bang my forehead against the wood a few times, internally berating myself.
My phone buzzes, and I groan. I know exactly who it is, and I’m not ready to talk to him, but if I don’t answer he may send his goon here. I don’t want to cause Pack Baron any more problems.
Sliding my finger across the screen, I answer.
“Hello.”
“Don’t you ‘Hello’ me, you little bitch. Did you think you could just run around shoving your cunt in alpha’s faces, and I wouldn’t find out?”
“Father, no, it’s not like that. These men…”
“Alphas. They only want one thing from you, you stupid ignorant girl. Now, listen to me and pay fucking attention. You are going to leave that hotel, bail Leon out of jail, then get a rental and start driving. You have four days, Belle!”
He hangs up on me, and I bite my lip to hide my sobs. He’s more than just angry. I can tell from his tone he’s livid.
Taking a few deep breaths, I place my phone on the counter, shed my clothes, then toss my gross socks and panties in the trash can, before turning on the shower and stepping inside. For the hotel being retro, the bathroom is actually quite modern.
Including a rainfall showerhead and shower jets on both sides of the stall. The warm water washes away the tears I allow to fall as I lean my back against the cool tiled wall. I am so sick of my father trying to control me.
I have always been the perfect little omega for him. Attending his bullshit banquets, taking etiquette classes so I knew how to behave. Even putting up with my evil sister who has always been cruel to me.
I’m even attending Knottingshire Academy in Connecticut. A place where omegas go when their families don’t want them around. Where they learn an education in a safe environment. I never had a different choice.
I know what my life is meant to be. Eventually I will be married off like a broodmare to an alpha who needs babies. My sister’s lucky she’s a beta and gets to live any life she chooses. She’s my father’s pride and joy.
Even our mother can tolerate her longer than me. When I was younger I never got to go out for lunches and shopping trips. I was kept home with a tutor for most of my young life. I was to be seen and not heard.
Always an embarrassment. Sighing, I grab some of the complimentary soaps and shampoos, then quickly wash my hair. The hot water starts to knead some of the tension out of my body and as my hands trail my breasts and my stomach, my core starts to slick.
I’ve been turned on since the moment Angel kissed me, and it’s embarrassing. My heat isn't due for another week or so. I should be back at the Academy before anything happens.
I try to avoid showing any kind of weakness around my father. Not that he ever cared. He would send a maid in to drug me. Keep me out of sight. If I had to guess I would think being an omega is something bad in his eyes.
It’s natural, and I hope to one day find a mate or a pack that will show me love and care for me. Never treat me wrong for having to be needy every few months. But more than likely that won’t happen.
My father won’t take the time to find me a kind alpha. He will sell me to the highest bidder. I’m a little shocked he hasn’t already. Maybe he’s waiting for me to graduate. Though he sees me being a writer as another disappointment.
My sister is a lawyer. She gets him out of sticky situations. Born and bred to be his little minion. To follow the sheep blindly so to speak. I don’t mourn for her though. She loves being daddy’s little girl.
Turning around, I let the hot water beat against my back. A groan slips from my lips and I sigh. I am tempted to get myself off, before returning to a room full of gorgeous alphas, but I don’t know if this shower is soundproof and we don’t need that.
It's going to be strange enough sharing this place for the night. Annoyed, I quickly wash my hair, rinse, scrub my thighs again, and turn the water off.
As I open the glass door, the steam smacks me in the face. I don't know how long I've been in here, but I hope they aren't annoyed.
Reaching for a towel off the heated rack, I quickly wrap it around myself and then grab an extra one for my hair.
Wringing out some of the excess water in the sink, I wrap it up into a tight knot on my head.
When the steam clears a little and my vision isn't so hazy, I notice fresh toothbrushes and paste.
Taking advantage of the amenities, I quickly brush my teeth, then look around for my bag.
Fuck! Oh no. Please do not tell me that I didn't bring in a change of clothes. I need to put a pair of panties on before they tell how slick I am for them.
Angel mentioned flying scent blind, but what about the others?
Biting my fingernail, I try to think of a solution, but the lack of food and sleep is getting to me.
I just want something to nibble on and then a bed. Maybe I can just ask the chef to make me a girl dinner plate. Some cheese and fruit.
My stomach growls, and I look at the door.
Fuck it. Shuffling over, I turn the knob and peek my head out. Angel is making a drink, and the others are sitting on the couch, working on something.
“Hey, so remember I said I was awkward at the best of times?” Angel's head lifts, and he looks my way with a smile.
“I'm starting to like your weirdness, Vixen.”
My cheeks heat, and my thighs clench. Slick begins to drip down my thighs, and I know this is going to be bad.
“Right, so can I ask you all to close your eyes, while I run to my room and get dressed?”
Beckett’s eyes laser focus on me, and his nostrils flare. A growl slips from between his lips, and Tate looks between us.
Angel laughs, leaving the bar, and walks toward me, offering me his hand. “I will close my eyes while escorting you to your room,” he jokes, and I roll my eyes.
Taking his hand, he pulls me to the room next to the bathroom before shutting the door behind him.
I can hear their voices behind the door, but it's really mumbled.
Turning toward the bed, I see my bag and rush over to get dressed. I only have one more pair of scent blocking undies.
I'm going to have to find a store somewhere before going to LA. And this time I'm spending the money for a good pair. These cheap ones don't hold up for long.
After I'm dressed in a pair of shorts and matching pajama top, I crack the door open.
Angel looks up from the chair next to the couch and gives me a smile. “Feel better?” he asks and I nod.
“Yes, thank you. I think I'm going to lie down until the food arrives. Will you wake me when it comes?”
Beckett grumbles something, and Tate's eyes look wild. Did something happen?
After Angel nods I sigh and close the door, then climb onto the ridiculously plush mattress and close my eyes.