Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
TATE
T he ride doesn’t take long, and Angel keeps sending me photos of different curtain materials and blanket colors. He wants me to be included in Belle’s nest, but I still don’t even know if she’s the one I’m about to ‘meet’.
I don’t have the heart to upset him or Beck though, because I know they are hurt they aren’t here with me right now.
When we reach my father’s estate, I notice there aren’t many cars here. I thought this was supposed to be a big event. So I could get to know my omega in a crowded environment.
“Ken, what’s going on?” I ask him, and he has the decency to wince.
“Tate, I’m not supposed to tell you this, but I think it’s time that you know. Your father is sick. His only wish before he passes is for you to settle down and start a family. He doesn’t want you to have any regrets and wait too long in life to have children.”
My stomach flips, and my hands shake. “He’s sick?” I croak, and Ken turns around to face me.
“Yes, he has a rare form of cancer, and the treatments aren’t working anymore. I’m sorry, Tate. I know you’re upset right now, but I need you to put your emotions into a box, and give this omega a chance.”
I nod, wipe my eyes and take some deep breaths. I can’t think about my father’s sickness right now. I can’t think about how I’m going to lose the man I look up to and respect. Or that he might not even be around for my wedding. The birth of my first child. He’s leaving me, shaking myself, I put his illness to the back of my mind, at least for tonight.
As much as I hate what I have to do… I will do it for him. My father
Opening the door, I climb from the car and walk up the steps to my father’s front door. Rich is standing there waiting for me with a big grin on his face. “Where have you been?” I growl, and he shakes his head.
“All in good time. I’ll explain later,” he mumbles, quietly, his eyes shifting, looking for people listening to us.
“You better, or you will be thrown off a cliff and fed to the sharks,” I promise, and he shudders.
We may not be the worst alphas known, and Knotty Trip can be a good cover at times, but we will take out someone if they deserve it.
Opening the door for me, I step inside as he follows behind. I can feel the tension bleeding from his pores. It’s so thick and I step to the side, having him stand next to me. I don’t trust him to be behind me.
There is something going on with someone I thought was my friend.
As we reach the dining room, I know that I have been lied to. I step back and Rich grabs my arm, pulling me further into the room. “Behave and follow along,” he hisses, and I rip my arm away from him.
My father stands by the kitchen next to a man in a priest's cassock. He’s speaking to another man that I don’t know. He has blond hair, speckled with gray at the temples and familiar gray eyes.
“Ah, Tate, son, please come here,” my father says, and I can see how weak he is now compared to the last time I saw him.
I never would have gone on tour had I known he was dying. My eyes mist and I close them, trying to get my shit together. Ken told me as a warning, but my father doesn’t know that I know anything.
“Father, I think you have some explaining to do,” I mutter and he sighs.
“I’m sorry, Tate, but time is of the essence, and this was the only way I could think of to get you here.”
I glance around at the few chairs lined up, decorated with cloths and ribbons. The three tiered wedding cake on a table with a few other desserts surrounding it. I can admit it is a nice intimate wedding set up, but my pack should be here with me.
“Why did you exclude Beck and Angel?” I ask him, because I have to know. The man beside him speaks up, offering me his hand.
“That would be my fault. My daughter can be difficult at times, and we figured one alpha at a time. We wouldn’t want to overwhelm her,” he says as I shake his hand. The words he’s saying sound genuine, but the gleam in his eyes tells me he’s lying about something.
My father laughs and pulls me into a tight hug.
“I love you son. This will be a good thing. Just wait and see. I’m doing this because I love you, Tate.”
Pulling away from him, Rich gives me a look, but it’s full of guilt. What did he do?
“Okay, let’s get this over with,” I mutter and my father claps his hands. The kitchen doors open and the omega in question enters.
She’s wearing a thick veil hiding her face, and a beautiful wedding dress made of satin and lace. I can’t scent her and that bothers me. My blockers wore off yesterday and I was hoping if it was Belle, that I would know.
A woman that I recognize follows after her, helping to keep her steady. Is she drugged, or just bad at walking in heels?
“NO!” Kella screams, ditching the bride and rushing over to me. “You can't be serious. Him? Father!” she whines and steps up to the man I just shook hands with. Come to think of it, I never got his name.
“Kella, stop this behavior right now,” the man roars, and I notice the omega’s body twitching at the sound.
“But Daddy, noooo. She doesn’t get to have him. Or them. They are mine. Do you know what I have had to do to get my job? Bad bad things, and you’re just going to give him to her!” she screams, tears running down her face. Her mascara runs, and I’m tempted to pull out my phone and record this.
“I said enough,” the alpha barks and she huffs, crossing her arms.
Walking over to me, she throws herself into my arms, and I toss her to the ground after she tries to kiss me.
“What the fuck, Kella,” I roar and she flinches, her tears coming faster now.
“It’s not fair. That omega slut gets everything, but she can’t have you. No one can,” she roars, moving toward the cake she pushes the table, and it crashes to the floor. Grabbing the knife that was laid beside it, she darts over to the omega as if she’s going to kill her.
“Knotty Trip is mine, you ridiculous, whiny, piece of shit, omega bitch!”
“No,” I bark, chasing her, and grabbing her by the back of her perfectly styled bun. I throw her on the ground and swoop my bride into my arms.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Kella laughs maniacally as Rich takes the blade from her, and her father grabs her arm, dragging her into another room, shouting at her.
“I’m not sure what just happened, but let’s get this wedding going, yes?” my father asks, and I nod.
The omega is still shielded, but she feels familiar in my arms. Is she? I’m almost scared to hope she’s Belle, but something feels right about this.
The priest runs through our vows, and I say, “I do.”
The omega doesn’t speak, but nods. I can hear her sniffling, and I’m starting to worry that she is drugged and not consenting to this. But my father isn’t that type of man. He would never force an omega to marry me.
“I now pronounce you Alpha and Omega, you may consummate the marriage,” the priest says, his cheeks blushing as he closes his Bible, and rushes from the room.
My father claps and follows him out. Rich stays, and I growl.
Raising his hands, he walks closer to me. “I’m just the witness, I will turn around and give you as much privacy as I can. Just remember the veil stays on until you’ve been knotted”.
I hate these stupid traditions.
I carry my omega to the couch set in the corner covered in rose petals. It reminds me of the flowers Beck got Belle, and my stomach flips. She feels warm to the touch and I worry she’s not well.
“I wish I could remove the veil, so I could look into your eyes for this,” I mutter and she relaxes a little in my arms. A whimper escapes her lips, and she squirms. Laying her onto the sofa, I lift her gown and reach for her panties.
The moment I remove them, I know who this is. She perfumes for me and my cock drips. My knot aches and I growl. “Mine.” I don’t hesitate any longer. This is Belle, my omega and now my wife. Beck always thought she would be mine and Angel’s scent match, and he was right.
She’s mine for life and I am going to knot her, bite her, and breed her. “Fuck, Belle, we have a lot to talk about, but right now, I need to fuck your hot, slicked cunt. You’re dripping for me, baby,” I coo, and she whimpers.
“Knot, cum, please.” She sounds so perfect as she begs for me. I can’t wait to get her and Beck on their knees for me as I feed them my cum. My cock is ready to explode, and I haven’t even fucked her yet.
“Tate, it hurts, please!” she whines, and I freeze.
“Belle, are you in heat?” I look back at Rich, and he nods.
“She’s been in pain since last night. Her father kept her drugged, but he needed her to be able to walk for the ceremony. Knot her and complete the bond. Hurry, then I’ll help you sneak her out of here.”
“Okay, baby, this is going to be fast, but I will take you home to Beck and Angel, and we will give you all the knots and cum you want okay?”
“Yes, fuck me!” she demands, and I smirk.
“As you wish, princess.” I slam my cock inside of her and freeze.
“Fuckkkk,” I roar as she clenches onto me, not letting me move.
“Yes, Tate, more,” she moans, arching her back. I wish I could kiss her. I hate this fucking veil.
Gripping her hips, I lean closer and wrap her legs around my waist pounding into her hard and fast. My balls already tingle and the way she smells like melted chocolate and peppermint has my head going crazy. Not to mention she’s in heat. I can’t go into a rut. I need to do this and leave.
“Please, Alpha, knot me. It hurts, I need you. I’ll be such a good omega. I’ll do anything,” she begs, and I groan as her hands come under my shirt and she claws my back.
“Fuck, Belle,” I roar, pressing harder against her. My knot is aching. It wants inside. Her slick is covering my thighs and this couch is soaked. It will need to be burned after this.
No one gets to know how my wife smells.
“Hold on, baby,” I reach down and play with her clit as I press harder, forcing my knot inside of her. She gushes around me, and I come harder than I ever have.
My head spins, my knees shake and all I want to do is sleep.
“Mark her, Tate,” Rich groans from behind me and I growl.
Finally being able to remove her veil, I rip it off of her and kiss her lips, tasting her. My knot swells as more cum fills her. She pulses around me, whimpering and whining and it’s the sweetest music to my ears.
Fuck, she’s perfect, and as I nibble along her jaw and down to her breast, I find my spot. I pierce her skin with my teeth and my cock explodes once more. I can feel our bond snapping into place.
Lights shine behind my closed eyes, she licks and sucks my collarbone before sinking her teeth into my flesh. I know this is how things were always meant to be.
“Mine,” she growls, and it’s so fucking adorable I can’t stop my laugh.
“Fuck, Belle, you don’t know how perfect you are,” I sigh and she gives me a dopey smile. Her eyelids get heavy and I pull her closer, and roll us so she can lie on top of me.
A shrieking noise hits my ears as the doors burst open, and Kella rushes at us with another blade. This one is longer than the cake knife.
“How could you, Tate. You were mine. My alpha. How could you fuck this whore? You betrayed me, and now you both have to die,” she screams. I try to shift, to protect Belle, and as I roll as sharp pain pierces my shoulder.
“You asshole,” Kella shouts, and then the blade is gone, and I hear an oomph.
“Kella, you idiot,” Rich shouts, and my eyebrows raise. I am bleeding everywhere, and the pain in my shoulder throbs. My knot starts to deflate as my father enters with Belle’s dad.
“What the fuck is the meaning of this,” my father shouts as Rich covers us with a blanket.
I appreciate him trying to keep Belle modest, but I’m still going to chain him in the basement and interrogate his lying ass.
“This was never a part of the plan, Killen,” my father continues to berate the alpha, and I would high five him if I didn’t feel like razor blades were running through my veins.
“You agreed to the contract. Ten million dollars for my daughter. You owe me. The wedding happened, and they are bonded. Ignore my ignorant child. I will deal with her when we get home.”
“You think I’m going to allow this woman to live after stabbing my son. Oh, Killen, you’re not the only one with mafia ties. Guards take them to the shed, and call Doctor Opley.”
“Please Russel, we are both men of business, fathers, and now in-laws. I beg of you. You can’t do this!” Belle’s father screams as he and Kella are taken from the room.
“No,” I grunt, removing myself from Belle, and attempting to sit. Rich helps me, but I shove his assistance away.
I don’t trust him and our friendship at this point, count it over. I watch as he realizes how much he fucked up.
Walking away, he leans against the door. His hazel eyes gleaming with hurt.
We were his friends.
“I need to get Belle home. She’s in heat,” I tell my dad, and he looks at my shoulder gushing blood. “Send the doctor to the house. Ken will drive us home. She needs her other scent matches, Dad.”
“Wait, she’s your match? I thought she was just Beck’s… Oh, son, this is wonderful news. Okay, hurry home and call me in a few days. I’d like to meet my new daughter properly… and with more clothes on.”
Even in the midst of all this drama, he makes me laugh. Tears fill my eyes and I sniffle. Fuck I am not going to be able to handle him not being around. I pretend it’s because of the pain, and when he hugs me, I squeeze him tight.
“I love you, Dad,” I tell him, and he gives me a big smile.
“I love you too, Tate. I always have and always will. Thank you for giving an old man his wishes.”
Belle groans from the couch, and Rich steps closer. “I’m only going to help bring her to the car for you,” he offers, and I nod. I don’t think I could right now.
“Fine, but then pack your bags and get the fuck out of our house,” I mutter, and he nods with a sad sigh leaving him.
“For what it’s worth. I’m sorry, and I will explain everything.”
He picks Belle up gently, and we walk out of the house to the car. Ken hands me a towel to stop the bleeding, and I roll my eyes.
Out of everyone in that damn room, he’s the only one to think to give me something.
Shit, Nina, is going to kill me for leaving a blood trail on her freshly polished floors. I groan thinking of the ass whooping I am going to be getting from our maid the next time I visit.
Once we are in the car, I call Angel and tell him everything that happened.
I hope they are ready for our needy omega.