31. Rune
Chapter 31
Rune
W ho the fuck thought that storming into a firehouse full of alphas was a good idea?
Gregory was standing in the foyer, Merrick hovering nearby, not letting him go any farther. As soon as Walker and I returned, he nodded and backed off.
“You need to leave,” Walker said firmly.
“Not until I see my son. That bitch is keeping him from me,” the weedy alpha growled.
Apparently, Sunny’s idiot ex thought it was a good idea.
I didn’t know what I expected when Sunny had told us about Gregory, but it wasn’t… this. His hair was slicked back, and he was wearing clothes that were clearly designer, even though they weren't well taken care of. His whole persona screamed rich boy. His face and body, though, just screamed pathetic. Thin, gangly, and with a nose too big for the rest of his face.
While I wasn't one to toot my own horn, Sunny had definitely upgraded.
Still, this pathetic little fuck face had hurt Sunny. While he may have seemed harmless to me, given I was easily twice his size, he had done considerable damage to her.
“You don’t have a son,” I growled, crossing my arms.
His eyes widened when he turned, taking in the sheer size of me as I towered over him. It took him a second to regain his composure. “I do. My omega and my son are here, and I demand to see them.”
“Your omega?” Walker asked. His voice was chillingly cold.
If this asshole thought he had any claim to Sunny, I was going to set him straight quickly.
With my fists.
I was usually a pacifist. Yes, I was a giant and liked working out a lot, but I’d never seen the appeal of ending a dispute with fists. All it took was a few words out of Gregory's mouth, and I was seriously reconsidering that stance.
We needed to get rid of him. Fast. The only reason Sunny hadn’t come out here was because she was trapped on Blaze’s knot, but he would deflate eventually, and she would want to see what was happening.
Gregory needed to be out of the firehouse by then.
“Sunny has been spouting off this absurd story that you guys are bonded, and I know it's complete bullshit. She's just trying to keep my son away from me.”
Walker took a step forward. “I assure you, it isn't bullshit. Sunny and I are bonded. Luka—that is the name of the child, by the way—is mine.”
Gregory’s face contorted in anger. “No, that can't be. She was my omega first! She was meant to be mine!”
“Well, where’s the bite mark, then?” I asked.
“We were waiting until her next heat, but she decided to be a little whore and scamper off to shack up with firefighters!”
At his words, we all glowered at him. We knew full well that Sunny hadn’t run away to shack up with the first people she’d found. She was sweet and actually felt bad about joining the pack because she didn’t want to be a burden.
I had no idea what happened to cause her and Walker to go into a frenzy and bond, but I wasn't complaining. Her scent was like crack to us, and I was starting to think it was the same for her when it came to ours.
“Sunny is our scent match. You aren't going near her,” I said, doing my best to keep my voice calm. I was twice the size of this guy. I could easily punch him, and I was getting more and more tempted by the second.
Gregory shifted on his feet, looking between us. He clearly hadn't expected to come across several of us. He might have been able to intimidate and threaten Sunny, but we were not so easily bullied.
If he wanted Sunny, he was going to have to go through us.
“You need to let me see my omega, or I'm going to have to get the police involved,” Gregory said simply.
Walker nodded. “You can try, but this isn't a police matter. This is a legal matter. You cannot deny the fact that my bite mark is on Sunny's neck and vice versa.” He craned his neck to the side, showing off the raised crescent scar. As it was still fresh, it was bright red and hadn't calmed down to that silvery white yet.
“That could be anyone’s bite,” he reasoned. He was doing his best to seem casual and unaffected, but I could tell by the tense way he held his jaw that he was nervous. Maybe he thought being charming and charismatic would woo us?
If he thought that, he really was dumber than I’d believed.
“But it's not. And if you call the police, you're just going to be wasting resources. As you can imagine, we have a great many friends on the police force.”
Gregory's face clouded over. “Are you threatening me? Do you know who I am?”
Some dickhead named Gregory? I really didn't know much more about him other than that. Sunny had insinuated that he had connections, but I wasn't really bothered with those. We had connections of our own.
“At the moment, all I know about you is you are the asshole storming in here, demanding to see our omega when she has no interest in seeing you.”
“You legally can’t keep my son from me,” he said.
“Legally, you don't have a son,” I pointed out.
Gregory huffed. “This is bull. I was trying to be nice and sort this out in person, but if she wants to go this route, I'm going to bury her in lawyers. I will have my son back, with or without her. She knows full well she can't afford to fight me in a court of law, so she's being underhanded and hiding my child.”
No, she was merely protecting herself from a narcissistic asshole. But I resisted saying that because I felt it would only anger him more. Though, his vitriol was as menacing as a Yorkshire terrier’s—all bark, no bite. If he tried to bite, I would put him six feet underground before he could blink.
“There is nothing underhanded about looking after her child,” I said.
“I am a Frankbert. Do you know what that means? My family has connections all over this city, and I can make sure this little firehouse of yours is defunded!”
Walker raised an eyebrow. “Sure, why don't you try that? And then the press can discover that the wonderful philanthropic family of yours decided to defund a firehouse because you knocked up an omega, only to have regrets later.”
Gregory stilled. “You wouldn’t fucking dare.”
A cackle escaped my chest. “Try us.”
What this egotistical asshole didn't understand was that he was talking to someone whose pack probably had more connections and power than him. Only, Blaze didn't like to brag about his family.
What was that saying— wealth whispers, money screams? That probably wasn't correct, but it was the same sentiment. Truly powerful and wealthy people didn't feel the need to scream it from the rooftops. Blaze had enough money to ensure his grandchildren could live a very good life.
Sure, as an individual, he wasn't that powerful, but his family? The Holdens? I wasn't exactly knowledgeable in the politics of our city, but I knew enough to understand that they had considerable strength.
I stepped forward again, and I could tell the exact moment he smelled me. His eyes widened and his nostrils flared as I'm sure he took in the smell of sex and Sunny.
As much as I was trying to be the bigger person, I couldn't resist one little jab. “I suppose you don't really recognize that scent, do you? Considering you've never made her come in your life. This is what damn good sex with an omega smells like.”
Walker bit his lip, trying to hold back a laugh as Gregory spluttered, trying to find words. “You—I mean, no!”
“I think you better leave now,” Walker said. “If you're not out of this fire station in the next three seconds, I'm calling the police.”
“You haven’t heard the last of this,” Gregory snarled before turning and storming out of the foyer.
I chuckled. “Well, that was a bullshit villain response.”