20. Alastor

Chapter twenty

Alastor

W ell, well, well.

What have we here?

A Rogue Omega hiding in a closest, being all inconspicuous…

I spy the familiar glint of a knife in her small fingers, and my heart pounds twice as fast when I recognize that murderous gaze in her blue eyes.

I haven't seen that expression on her face for days, and it's good to see it again.

She's beautiful when she's bloodthirsty.

Someone is out for blood.

Just whose blood, exactly?

Mine?

I fucking hope so.

I'd happily let her stick her knife in me, over and over, but alas, it isn't my blood she's after.

Could it be Theo's?

She is wearing his shirt, and there's a broken set of handcuffs hanging off her wrist.

Damn. She really is a perfect little snack, and I hope Brody lets her into the nest someday.

She would make a nice addition.

Chatter echoes from upstairs, and I grind my teeth when I hear the voice of that irritating woman.

"The upstairs looks sufficient enough for an Omega's needs, Mr. Titan. Though may I suggest more cushions? An Omega, on average, needs twenty pillows. Brody only has nineteen…"

Nineteen?

She actually counted his pillows?

And what difference does one more cushion make?

Fucking job's worth.

Theo speaks through clenched teeth. "I'll see to it that our Omega's needs are met."

An awkward pause follows.

Then she giggles, a most obnoxious sound, and she sounds like a complete idiot. "Splendid. Time to check downstairs!"

Something shifts in the corner of my eye, and my heart stops when I see her.

She's crouched, primed to attack, and now I finally understand…

And I can't help but appreciate her more.

The Rogue wants to kill the Beta.

That woman is our biggest threat right now. She's the only thing in the way of our pack's true happiness.

If she sees something she doesn't like, then she will take Brody away from us.

And the Rogue is fully aware of that.

As a matter of fact, she's frothing at the mouth, and a small part of me wants to see how this plays out.

Will she actually kill that woman?

No. I can't allow it.

If she kills her, they will just send another government drone. One who speaks in the same verbatim, and now I push her inside the dark closet.

The Beta has just stepped down the stairs, and the Rogue writhes in my grip.

"Shh."

I place my hand over her mouth, and my fingers encompass the lower half of her face. Her eyes practically pop from their sockets now as she looks at me with the same bloodthirsty hatred.

My other hand finds her wrist and now I force the knife from her fingers. It drops to the ground, and she no longer has a weapon.

Her eyes dance in the dark closet, reflecting the small shaft of light that pools in from the hall outside.

Shit, she's so tiny. Any harder, and I could snap her jaw with my big hand.

She seems to have those same thoughts, trying to wring herself free from my grip, and I press my knee between her legs before she gives away our position.

We're hiding; she needs to be quiet.

She gives up, chest heaving as she slowly plots her revenge, glaring at me so, so beautifully.

I can't help but smirk.

In the end, she's no match for me.

She got lucky that one time; I bet that Alpha was just a big slab of sentient meat fueled by nothing but testosterone.

I'm a little more calculated.

My knee pushes further between her legs, and now her whole body falls slack. Her hands drop from my wrist as she pants for breath.

I hike a brow.

What got into her?

It's not until that hot liquid pools onto my leg that I finally understand, and a low purr vibrates in my chest.

She likes the feel of my knee pressed against her pussy.

Voices pool in through the door, and she stiffens once again, remembering her place. Her hands seize my wrist again, and I spy the threat in her eyes.

She will kill me if I don't let her go.

But we're having so much fun in here…

"Well, the dishes are certainly very sparkling, Mr. Titan. Ten points."

She scribbles down on her clipboard again.

Ten points?

That Beta is actually marking us?

Maybe I should just let the Rogue go. She's a little ticking time bomb right now. Her chest heaves like a pair of raging bellows as her heart vibrates through her body.

It ignites something deep and primal in me.

A real challenge indeed.

I was never going to be the type of Alpha who wanted a sweet Omega, anyway. Brody is the exception; he brings out my protective side, but this Rogue…

She brings out the maniac in me.

My kind of woman.

I would love to see her covered in gore someday.

For that reason, I cannot let her murder that Beta.

She can't leave us. No more than Brody can.

We need them both.

They bring out the best and the worst in me.

What more could a psychotic Alpha want?

"Is there anything more we can do for you?"

Wow. Theo has some restraint.

He surprises me, truly. I always considered him the most unhinged out of the three of us.

He must really care about Brody to put on such a bullshit act.

I know he wants to shred that Beta just as much as the Rogue in my arms does.

"No, no, we're all done here. Just remember what I said and read that pamphlet! A wealth of information."

"I'll bear it in mind," Theo growls through clenched teeth, and he's losing the battle.

I snort, covering my mouth immediately.

Shit.

The Beta freezes as she passes by the closet, and now she drowns out the light.

Now I can no longer see the burning eyes of my Rogue.

The Rogue's chest pumps faster. The woman is just outside the door. She'll give us away.

So, I push my knee harder between her legs, and her heaving breaths stop. Now I watch as her pupils blow out, taking over her baby blue eyes, and she's like a little doll with buttons.

I grind my knee into her pussy, and she soaks up my pants in seconds, and something comes over me. My Alpha purrs, a low, rumbling sound meant only for her.

There's no way the Beta will be able to hear it.

A low whine comes from her throat, and it's a good thing my palm is across her mouth.

That delicious sound would have come out in the form of a breathy groan, and the Beta would have definitely heard then.

I just hope her large bodyguards don't pick up on the sound. Being Alphas, they may, and I am prepared to fight them if they take her away…

This Rogue is mine.

My little doll with all her little buttons.

Where else can I press her?

Damn, her nipples are as hard as knives.

Finally, the Beta leaves, and I don't breathe until I hear her car's engine driving down the road.

She may be gone, but that doesn't mean I am done.

I still have many buttons to press.

Now I brush her hair aside, spying her pulse.

It thumps beneath her skin in rhythm with her pussy, and a smirk stretches across my face.

She's still out of it, and when I lean forward and sniff her neck, she comes.

Right on my knee.

She fills the tiny, dark closet with the sweet scent of watermelon and now I press my teeth down just a little—just enough to mark her skin.

I'll claim her one day.

The door rips wide open, and there I meet the incensed dark eyes of Theo. His nostrils flare as he takes in the scent of her arousal.

"Do you mind? A little privacy," I say.

Theo bares his shiny white teeth. "The fuck is going on?"

A chuckle reverberates from my chest, and my purring affects the sound. "What does it look like?"

Theo growls then whirls away, stomping up the stairs.

"When you're done with your plaything, Alastor, you can join me and Kellen in the nest. Brody is waiting."

Well, it was fun while it lasted.

While I may enjoy the company of my new Rogue, in the end, Brody is my number one priority.

He's my Omega.

She's just mine when I'm bored.

Finally, I let her go, and she drops to the ground, her heavy breaths filling the space.

That's how I leave her as I rush up the stairs to check on my real concern.

Brody.

I hope he's okay.

He gave us quite the scare.

First things first; I need to change my pants.

I smell of her.