25. What She’s Made For
What She’s Made For
Cassius: One Month Later
I knew this would be good for her. I knew she needed this.
The Council is wrong about her. She isn’t like other Omegas.
Sure, she is beautiful, soft, caring, and everything that makes an Omega an Omega.
But she is also dark and ruthless, and that is what makes her, her. You can’t take that from her.
They essentially trained her as a child to be a stalker, an infiltrator, a pawn in their chess game. Now that she’s a queen, they want to take away her power.
Not on my watch.
We were only apart for a week, but it felt like years.
It was painful and unnecessary. They caused her harm just because they could.
Every day I battle with the reality of our situation.
Wanting to bite and mate her more than anything, but not wanting to put her in a position where the Council feel as though they need to watch her for the rest of her life.
I want her to be free to be herself, to be with me and not to deny the darkness inside her without their judgement.
Thankfully, that time apart did give me a chance to sort some things out. I got my name removed from every political and social function for the foreseeable future and informed the press I will no longer be accepting interviews.
The last thing my mate needs is the press taking pictures of her and following her around or worse, digging into her life.
It’s not like I liked that life either. Being in the spotlight afforded me certain liberties, but my business is established enough to function without it, and the Atwood family has two other siblings who can take the reins for a while.
I already have the Council up my arse about our mating, I don’t need public opinion too.
I hate waiting. She should be my mate. Every day, it gets harder to say no to her.
She pushes her long hair away from her shoulder, tilting her head just enough to present her scent gland to me.
My teeth ache. Both from the desire to tear into her skin, making her mine, and from clenching my jaw to stop myself from doing just that.
I hate that the Council is even part of the discussion.
The upside to all of this is that Browen is finally coming around. After weeks of talking (fucking Councillors) he’s relenting on his stance. Dain, on the other hand, is painfully stubborn. I hope when he meets his mate they give him the runaround and make him work for it.
My mother is, thankfully, a sweetheart. She melted the moment she saw the look on my face as I talked about my Angel. She gave Browen a smack around the head after hearing about her childhood in foster care. I swear if Alpha August wasn’t her guardian, my mother would have claimed her for herself.
My father follows my mother’s lead in life. Everything from his favourite food to who they hate. So long as Mum is on my side, so is he.
After our brief but painful time apart, I refused to be without her, and we have spent nearly every free moment together. Sometimes we watch her show. Other times we walk Apollo. Mostly we talk.
She is the most genuine person I have ever met. Open and honest. She challenges me at every turn, wanting to get her own way, but she gives in beautifully. Everything about her mesmerises me.
The way she laughs, starting off shy and reserved, then getting louder until she can’t breathe and her voice is squeaky.
She blushes when she catches me watching her, but glares at me out of the corner of her eyes when I don’t.
She prefers hot chocolate over any other drink, but refuses to drink the last sip in the mug.
She will eat anything, but has a particular fondness for fresh vegetables.
She loves flowers and insists that she’s not allergic, though she can’t walk past them without sneezing.
And if I stay still enough, she will think I’m asleep and crawl onto me, pressing her face into my neck and whisper all the things she wants me to buy her, like I’m some kind of comatose Santa Claus.
More than anything, I’ve watched her go from an anxious schoolgirl in a life that doesn’t fit her to a free Omega living the way she wants.
Becoming who she has always supposed to be.
I meant what I told her. She can work for the company.
Kill as many Alphas as her twisted little heart desires, and I’ll never let any of it touch her.
She’s mine.
I’ve taught her how to collect intel, how our surveillance works, how we determine if an Alpha is feral, but she’s only interested in one part.
Blood hits my face, warm, sticky, and in my eye. Honestly, I’m thankful it didn’t go in my mouth.
“Sorry,” she giggles, and slices at the Alpha trying to crawl away.
I step forward, placing my foot on his back and slam him to the ground. He groans and his spine creaks under my weight.
“Don’t apologise. You wanted it messy.”
She flicks the penknife between her fingers, her preferred tool.
“Right. I should hurry up. I need time to get ready for the party.”
Tonight she is meeting my family. I think Browen is extending an olive branch, hosting us and our family. She’s nervous, rightly so. Dain has been a dick about this whole thing. He tried insisting she couldn’t come until Omega Anna found out and ripped him a new one.
With a final slash, she stabs him in the eye with one of the larger knives she has taken a liking to. The sickening crunch and squelch make my stomach roll. I wince. It’s brutal, not the way I would want to go, but fitting for this Alphahole.
He flops around for a second, like a fish on dry land, before losing the battle he was never going to win.
I wipe my face with my sleeve. I’m probably smearing it around rather than getting rid of it, but at least I feel better about it. Denial, a beautiful thing.
She steps into my waiting arms, and I lower my face to hers. We come together like we have been kissing for a lifetime but apart for equally long. It’s full of longing and passion I hope we never lose.
I can’t stop myself from touching her when she’s near. The breathy moans she makes when I touch her just right, the whimpers when I’m a little too rough, and the way she begs when I’m a little too gentle complete me.
I drag my teeth over her scent gland, and she groans, pushing herself further into my body. She rubs against me, grinding her hips on my leg.
I should step back. I should encourage us to leave and get ready for the party, but I won’t.
The strong scent of rosemary lingers on her skin. I want it off. I want to kill him all over again just so he can see this.
My hand works its way into her hair, fisting the silky strands. She moans and I tug, pulling her away from me. Her big, green doe eyes stare at me, her bottom lip plump and pouty. I want to bite it again. I want to make it swell and bruise so she remembers who she belongs to.
But I can’t let myself get distracted.
My mate. My Omega smells like another Alpha, and I can’t have that.
My cock strains behind my jeans, twitching at the thought of getting inside her.
She moves, and I let out a warning growl, tightening my grip.
But she doesn’t relent. She doesn’t pull away.
She sinks to her knees. Resting her hands palm up on her blood splattered thighs.
Anger slides inside me, fighting to be released.
No, I don’t want to hurt her. I want to remind her who I am.
Her mate.
She tilts her head down, the perfect image of a submissive Omega, and my cock aches for her. Her eyes remain open, locked on me, just how I like it.
“You smell of another.” I rumble.
Logically, I understand that she smells of an Alpha she murdered. But I hate that any part of him touched her.
“Then make me smell of you, Alpha.” She purrs.
With one hand, I make quick work of my jeans. Pulling them off just enough to let my hard cock free. I palm it. Heavy and hot in my hand, I pump my fist, letting the head bump against her lips. She darts out her tongue, but I pull back.
“Do you think you deserve a reward?”
She stares up at me, and I feel like a god. But she is the deity here, and I am her loyal worshipper. She nods, her eyes darting between me and my cock.
I release her hair, and she throws herself at me. Rubbing her face against my length and grabbing the base with both hands. Her whole body comes alive. She shimmies her hips, pressing her front to my legs and purrs. The vibration rattles through me. I will let her do whatever she wishes.
Her tongue slides over my shaft, lingering on the head. She sucks me into her mouth and wraps her fingers around me.
Fuck.
I am not going to last.
I stare down at her, my hand resting on her head, petting her hair lovingly. Her gaze flickers to mine, and she smirks. Her lips twitch and she scrapes her teeth against the underside of my cock. I hiss. Sliding my fingers around her neck and giving her a warning squeeze. Her hips move frantically.
The Little Devil.
She works her mouth around me, moving quicker, sucking harder and tightening her grasp on the part she can’t get in her mouth.
Suddenly she moans, her hips move without direction, and her chest heaves. Vibrations from her moans and purrs slam into me. Absolute pleasure wrecks through her. Her face lights up, her eyes widening and her cheeks flush.
It tips me over the edge.
I pull her off me, and the second my cock is free from her mouth, I cum. Splashing my scent on her face. I groan at the sight, and my cock twitches in my hand, my knot pulsing for her.
Her tongue darts out, swiping my cum.
“Better?” she asks.
“I’m not the only one who got pleasure from that.”
She shrugs and jumps up, placing a kiss on my mouth. With a bounce, she runs off, giggling as she skips away, hair swaying behind her. I smirk, realising she has left a smear of cum across my lips and lick it off. Cheeky girl.
The room is a mess. Not only is there blood everywhere, but he didn’t go down easy.
The pieces of a chair are splintered around the room.
The table is destroyed, and there are several holes in the wall from where he was slammed into it.
Harry is going to kill me for this. Not my precious girl though, no, those two are as thick as thieves. She can do no wrong in Harry’s eyes.
I pull out my phone and stare at her contact information, letting out a sigh.
“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the party by now?”
“We’re running a little behind. The Alpha has been taken care of, but… it’s a little messy.”
I flick a dried flake of blood from the back of my hand.
“Cas, do you know how hard it is to find people willing to clean up a crime? Discreetly.”
“Omega Evangeline wanted to try something new.”
“Well, in that case, I’ll send someone right over.”
My hand clenches around the phone. I know she’s doing this on purpose. Riling me up, trying to make me jealous. I love that my mate has a friend. But I won’t lie that I want all of her time and all of her thoughts on me.
“Anything else?”
“Yes. You’re fired,” I say, deadpan.
“Okay. See you tomorrow.” She laughs.
The door creaks open and Omega Evangeline’s head pokes through the gap.
“You were supposed to chase me,” she pouts.
She never fails to make me smile. My cheeks hurt when I’m around her, but I force my face into a controlled smirk and spin to face her. I prowl toward the door. My steps are slow and calculated. A low growling vibration thickens the air.
I can hear her heart racing. Her scent peaks, emitting her spicy perfume into the air. I slam the door open, forcing her to back away. She watches me, tracing my steps with her eyes and giggles.
Fuck. That does something to me.
My heart burns when she laughs.
Her head darts to the exit, and the moment she looks away, I lunge. Wrapping my arms around her and playfully throwing her over my shoulder. She beats her fists against my back, wiggling and trying to escape my hold.
“Got you.”
I practically throw her on the bike. I love seeing her on it, her slight frame poised like a queen, legs straddling my bike. It’s something else.
The cum and blood are gone from her face, but my scent lingers, and I can’t help the deep rumbling satisfaction knowing that she smells like mine.
She grabs her helmet, purple and sparkly as promised, and pulls it onto her head.
I grab my own and slide in front of her.
I love this, how she holds onto me as we ride.
The bike used to be a fun pastime for me, something to do when I needed to be in the fresh air, or move through traffic quickly.
Now it’s wrapped up in her. The feel of her arms wrapped around my stomach, her front plastered to my back, the sound of her giggling when we take a corner and her gasps when the air rushes over us.
All too quickly we arrive at her house.
Alpha August waits outside, a warden at a prison, waiting to tell us off for missing count. Omega Evangeline runs inside, and I stare after her, desperate for a second longer in her presence.
“Do you want to explain the blood?”
I cock my head and watch the Alpha look me up and down.
“Not really.”
I won’t let him take this from her. He is an amazing Alpha and made Omega Evangeline his entire world, but his version of protection doesn’t allow her to be who she is.
“I fucking swear if you are getting her in trouble—”
“You’ll what?” I lean forward. “Look. I respect you. You’re her father, biological or not, you raised her, took her in, looked after her pretty much her entire life.
But she is not a child. She is my mate. I would never let her get hurt.
Eventually you will have to trust me, or you need to trust her. ”
“I—”
“I’m ready!” Omega Evangeline appears. “Are you sure you can’t come?”
Alpha August glares at me before turning to his daughter and pulling her into his chest.
“Sorry, Eva, next time, okay? I have some work to do with the Council. I need something to occupy me now that you’re all grown up.”
She shrugs, moving out of his grasp and tugging me out of the house.