Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
~Raidon~
Leon is taking too long. He knows we have a meeting, and something tells me he is up to something. So, I wait in the hall, only to see him emerge from the bathroom moments after Zara rushed out of there.
"Are you fucking nuts?" I growl at Leon as he steps into my office. I shut the door, turning on him while he strolls into the room.
"Calm down. We have come to an arrangement that is mutually beneficial," Leon says, turning to look at me.
"How does you feeding on her benefit her? If Thane finds out, he will kill you both!" I tell him angrily. This is asking for trouble, and lately Leon has been a beacon for trouble. I do not want to get caught up in this with him.
"He's not going to find out because you aren't going to tell him," Leon says, falling into the armchair next to my desk. I raise an eyebrow at him and fold my arms across my chest. Leon shrugs, and I glare at him when he leans forward, bracing his arms on his knees. He clearly does not care for the position he is putting me in right now. And the prick knows I won’t rat him out to Thane because I hate seeing him punished.
"I can't go back there, Raidon. Thane threatened to send me back to Parksville, and he is the one with the stupid Omega rule. If he would just take another Omega, this wouldn't be an issue," Leon growls while shaking his head.
"Leon, you can't just feed on an employee. What if she becomes addicted and goes into withdrawal? Then what?" I ask him. Leon sighs; he knows I am right, yet I can feel his struggle, his fear of being sent away. I hate the thought of him leaving just as much as he does.
"We'll be careful," Leon says, chewing his lip nervously.
"You'll be careful? Leon, she looked on the damn verge of tears when she walked out. What if she tells someone?" I ask him.
"She won't unless she wants to get fired," Leon says, so sure of himself.
"What do you mean? What have you got over her? Spill, or I am marching next door and telling Thane," I growl at him.
Leon sighs and leans back in his chair. He looks at the wall above my head, and I have a funny feeling I won't like what he is about to tell me based on the disgust that briefly flitters through the bond. His eyes move back to mine, and he groans, scratching the back of his neck.
"Zara is Z. I knew it as soon as I came back to my senses last night. I knew I had tasted her essence before," Leon states.
"Z?" I ask, confused, wondering what he is talking about. Surely, he doesn't mean…
"The girl from the strip club, from Tal's, the new girl we met," Leon says with a shrug.
"What? You're feeding off a fucking whore?" I snarl, knowing the risks that poses, not just to Leon but all of us.
"Her blood is clean, I can taste it, and I told her not to work there anymore," Leon defends himself.
"Fuck, Leon! If Thane finds out about this," I groan, knowing exactly his reaction if he finds out. And now I am going to be caught up in it with him. Leon gets up and comes over to me.
"He won't," he growls, nipping at my neck. I sigh, cupping the back of his neck and gripping his hair.
"But if he does?" I ask.
"He won't, and he won't send me away. Please, Raidon, I have it under control. This will work, and he will be none the wiser," Leon purrs. Yet still, I worry. Not so much for Leon, but for Zara, in case he loses control. I press my lips in a line.
"Fine, but you feed on her in my office where I can keep an eye on both of you.
If you kill her, you not only lose your source, but Thane will find out, and we will have to cover up another employee death.
And you know the media doesn't take Omega deaths lightly; we will be crucified.
They are so bloody rare these days," I tell him.
The thought of anything happening to the little Omega sickens me.
We have a natural instinct to protect them, savor and covet them.
If only Thane would give in to those instincts. He may treat her better.
I hate the way he treats her, yet I understand.
I understand how Omegas ultimately have control.
Once they are mated and marked, we Alphas are helpless to their demands, which also makes them dangerous.
They may never rule over Alphas, but they have an advantage and know how to use it.
We are a slave to their pheromones as much as they are slaves to our command.
"Deal?" I ask him, and he purrs, stepping closer, smiling deviously.
"Deal," he growls. Leon pecks my lips and nips at my chin before he grabs my crotch, squeezing my cock through my slacks.
He pushes me against the wall. I close my eyes for a moment, knowing that sex goes hand in hand with his bloodlust, yet I will be the one to reap the benefits of it.
He wants me. He needs me, and I am not about to tell him no.
I want him just as badly. Leon doesn't care that we are at work, that our mates are in the room next door, or that someone could catch us at any second. Nothing matters to him more than getting his lips around my cock, and I find his passion contagious. I get swept up in it too.
His fingers fumble with my belt, his bloodlust gone, replaced with desire now, as he desperately seeks to remove my pants.
"Raidon," he whines, and I can never refuse him. His voice is low and quiet. There is a need in it, though, and I know I am the object of that need.