18. Theo

Chapter eighteen

Theo

T his is a fucking outrage.

Where the hell is Kellen?

What was he thinking, leaving the Rogue to her own devices?

Now she is wearing my shirt and the audacity…

This is war.

No one touches my things.

A growl rips from my throat as I drag her up the stairs of the basement and through the house, trying not to think about how good she looks in my shirt.

The way it molds to her curves and hangs past her knees, looking more like a goddamn dress than a shirt, and this is an outrage…

Fuck Kellen. This is all his fault.

Now our ozone and watermelon scents mingle as one as the cotton of my shirt rubs all over her skin, and I grow hard.

This is wrong. I am already taken, and I cannot be attracted to a Rogue of all things.

No matter how small and delicate she may seem.

Damn, her bones are fragile beneath my fingers. One snap and she would no longer be able to wield a knife, and darkness washes over me at the thought.

One twist of my cruel fingers, and the Rogue would no longer be our problem.

One less enemy to worry about.

Funny, she's supposed to be so tough, having murdered an Alpha of all things, but right now, she's weak.

So eager to submit, and what happened to the feisty little monster I brought home from the governor's office?

I bet it was all an act; I bet she never really murdered anyone and it was all a setup by a much larger, bigger threat.

They're tossing these so-called 'Rogues' into our city to throw us off.

The real threat is the Betas. There are others out there, just like the guard I tortured and killed.

The one who cost me my job.

We will find them all, I swear.

This Beta threat will be gone by Christmas, and then we can all return to the natural order.

Right now, I will deal with my current enemy: the blue-eyed Rogue who wears my shirt.

I don't take it off her. I'm not an idiot.

She's naked beneath that thing, and she really is smart…

The bitch.

She can't tempt any of us.

I will get my revenge.

I drag her through the kitchen, barely noticing how spotless it is as I pull out a pair of handcuffs and cuff her to the cupboard.

Not once does she protest as I leave her and stomp up the stairs to the nest.

I can hear our Omega's delicious moans inside, and I don't blame Kellen at all. But we need to be on our guard.

Dick can wait.

I slam the door open and I'm greeted by the sight of Kellen sucking Brody's cock.

Brody's eyes widen mid-orgasm when they land on me.

"Fuck! Theo!"

I try my best to ignore the temptation before me as I step toward Kellen, ripping him from the Omega's cock.

The Alpha snarls like a feral beast on the verge of a hunt. There's cum dripping from his mouth, and he smells like cherry heaven, but he needs to pull his shit together.

I tighten my grip around his shirt. "Mind telling me why the Rogue is down in the basement wearing my fucking shirt?"

Kellen stops growling immediately, and now the sound dies in his throat.

Brody fumbles with his zipper. "Wait, what?"

The Omega doesn't even look angry about her wearing his Alpha's shirt. As a matter of fact, he looks concerned, and now he staggers to his feet.

"Where is she? Did… did you hurt her?"

He peers at me desperately, and the accusatory glare wounds me.

I try to form the right words. "I… I was only looking out for you …"

A stillness settles over the nest. Then Brody mutters "shit" and rushes downstairs to comfort that Rogue of all things.

I don't understand. He should be angry.

She was wearing his Alpha's shirt.

My shirt.

I am very possessive of my things.

"Brody!"

I run out of the nest after him, and that's when I find him on his hands and knees on the landing, gasping for air.

"Brody…" I whisper.

His breathing is labored as sweat drips down his face. His glasses have fallen from his nose, and his fingers grasp the carpet, desperate for purchase.

He turns to the sound of my voice, and even with the glasses, I don't think he could see me.

His eyes are distant.

"Theo… call Felicia…"

Felicia?

That prim bitch? No way.

"It's important! I… I think… but it's too soon…"

Kellen appears next, and now he drops to the ground by our Omega, placing his glasses back on his nose.

My Alpha snaps into action, and now I lift my Omega in my arms and take him back to the nest.

He mumbles the whole way. "It's… too soon…"

Pure, unadulterated fear takes over his face, but he needn't fret.

We've got him.

We will take care of him.

He squirms on the cushions and Kellen and I purr to soothe him.

It can't really be happening now, right?

Surely, we had more time.

What has brought it on?

Brody comes to his senses, opening his eyes just a fraction. He digs his hand into his pocket, passing me his phone with shaking fingers.

"Call… Felicia…"

I swallow my pride, deciding it's in my Omega's best interests to call that insufferable woman.

She answers for once, and I grit my teeth when her bright perky voice bleeds into my ear.

Fucking Beta bitch.

"Mr. Titan. How can I help you?"

I take several deep breaths, swallowing my purr as I speak to the Beta.

It will affect the quality of my voice.

"It's Brody… we think he has gone into heat."

She squeaks down the phone next, making me jump, and I stifle a warning growl.

"That's wonderful news!"

Is it? He looks terrible.

Now she puts on her serious voice. "However, it is a little early. The doctors said it would be another few weeks at least."

She explains to me next how male Omegas take a little longer than females to get their first heat, and I don't need a freaking biology lesson.

Brody is twenty-two years of age.

He shouldn't get his heat until he is twenty-three.

"That's it. I'm coming over."

No! We've got this.

"It seems you really were ill-prepared, Mr. Titan. You did read the Omega Care pamphlet I gave you, right?"

No, I didn't have time.

Besides, I was never a stickler for the rules.

At most, I would have just winged it.

"As Brody's Omega representative, it is my duty to ensure that his needs are met. It may be best I return to do another home check."

Let her come; I will wring her neck if she thinks she can take Brody from us.

What bullshit. As if she knows what our Omega wants. A Beta…

I fucking hate Betas.

"It's only a mandatory check, Mr. Titan."

I'm trembling with fury, and I try to ignore my rising blood pressure.

When I speak, it's with a growl. "Do what you must."

She falls eerily silent on the other end for a few daunting seconds. Then she brightens up and talks like a mouse again.

"See you this afternoon, Mr. Titan. How does 1 pm sound?"

I look at my watch.

Shit. That's twenty minutes from now.

"We'll be ready."

"Toodles," she giggles, ending the call.

Fuck.

We're not ready!

I drop Brody's phone and rush down the stairs.

The Rogue is still cuffed to the cupboard and the Beta cannot see her.

She has to go.

Even if I have to go against my Omega's wishes, so be it.

She jumps when I unclasp her cuffs and start hauling her away from the house.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

I ignore her, keeping my gaze ahead. There's a cell with her name on it, after all.

Not that she has much of a name.

"Is Brody okay?"

I grind my teeth.

"I… I can help!"

Finally, I lose my nerve, dragging her by the collar of my shirt. "We don't need your help!"

Her eyes shine blue in the dim light of the woods, and they even outdo the sky.

But I won't let her distract me.

She is nothing.

Just another worthless Rogue.

I let her go and drag her onwards.

We soon arrive at her former cell and she doesn't even fight when I push her back inside, cuffing her to one of the bars.

She's far cleaner than the last time we housed her here, and her hair is damp,

It looks good damp.

I shake the thought away and turn my back on her.

"Am I to stay here now?"

I freeze on the threshold, finding my breath. "You will remain here until I return."

Which could be mere hours from now or days even.

I don't want her in the house for Brody's heat.

Her breaths come quickly now as she tries to think of something to say. I bet she has a lot she wants to say to me.

But it will have to wait.

My Omega needs me.

I will not lose him.