6. Barret

Chapter six

Barret

W e gather by the main door of the pack house, and Oliver, per usual, is as anxious as a kid starting his first day at his new school.

He gets like this whenever we leave the house. As a male Omega, he is rare and highly desirable amongst our kind, but he has nothing to worry about.

We're his Alphas, and we will protect him. Most of all, we will protect him from the new Beta who we'll be letting into our home.

Gryphon was informed by Governor Lily that our Beta would be a female, and I ball my fists when I think about that woman intruding on our lives and messing up our perfect pack.

I haven't even been able to look at a woman since Oliver presented. As soon as he became an Omega, I knew he was my scent match and someone I needed to protect for the rest of my life.

Oliver is the only one I want now, the one I want to knot, and I know Gryphon and Lachlan feel the same way too.

We would move mountains for our Omega.

"Everyone ready?" he asks, checking his pockets for his desensitizer for the umpteenth time.

He doesn't like to leave the house without it, and it's almost as if he is ashamed of his designation.

What does he have to be so embarrassed about? I see the way other Omegas look at him. They're jealous of him. They are jealous of his pack.

The Beta who is about to come into our lives will have nothing on him…

"Fuck… where is it?" he whispers yells, searching his pockets frantically now.

Gryphon places his hand on Oliver's shoulder, and the Omega pauses, savoring his touch. He breathes a little easier now.

The Alpha rubs his shoulder with his thumb next, and the Omega breathes out a soft sigh, closing his eyes.

Good. Crisis averted.

I hate seeing him like this. It's not fair that the government are forcing this new initiative on us, but most of all, it's not fair on Oliver.

Do they have any idea how precious Omegas are about their things? Not that I mind being Oliver's 'thing', but I am his.

His whole life is inside this house that we call a home. It's where his nest is and where his family lives.

We don't need some stranger messing up our heaven.

"Oliver…. you don't need the desensitizer," Gryphon reassures. "Don't mask who you are… You have us . We will protect you."

Oliver meets the Alpha's eyes, and he smiles tightly, nodding his head. "You're right. It's just… you know…"

We do. He hates that he can't protect himself. He did do a few months of military training at the academy, but the moment he perfumed, he was sent to the Omega School.

It's just the way of our world.

Omegas are not soldiers or protectors. They are the protectees.

Highly desirable and very coveted.

We really do have our work cut out, and we have to be on our best guard tonight.

No one will get their hands on my Omega…

I will cut them before they have that chance.

Gryphon squeezes Oliver's shoulder again for extra measure. "You will be fine, Ollie. The Beta government won't even get within ten feet of you."

Like hell, they won't. The Betas hate that we big-strong Alphas are hogging all the Omegas for ourselves.

Oliver smells like a honeycomb, and so all noses will be drawn to him. He may smell sweet, but he can sting like a bee when he wants.

Inside that sweet hive is a swarm of buzzing bees ready to strike, and I have seen him in action…

The Omega can fight, and he's good with a fencing sword.

However, I still have to teach him some fighting moves from time to time, and we have a lot of fun those days.

Lots of sex and knotting…

"Besides," I purr, stepping closer.

Oliver cocks his brow at me, fixing his tie.

I yank on his tie, bringing him closer. Now our mouths are inches apart. "You know I will chop the balls off anyone who steps too close to you... and then serve them to you in a boiling hot stew…"

My purr rumbles deep in my chest, and Oliver loses himself to the sensual sound.

But he manages to mutter from his fuckable lips. "You're disgusting at times, Barret. A stew?"

"Yes… a hot, boiling stew… with plenty of carrots…"

He grimaces, pushing me away.

I chuckle. Did I forget to mention that I'm something of a psychopath?

Only when it comes to protecting my Omega…

"You messed up my tie," he complains, gazing at his reflection in the mirror to fix said tie.

I move in for more, but Gryphon pushes me away. "Keep your dick in your pants now. We need to leave. We can fuck him later when we get back home."

I scowl at the Alpha. Who exactly appointed him pack leader again? But he is, and I suppose the role of leader just comes naturally to someone like Gryphon.

It's the strong jaw, I think. And the butt chin.

Well, fuck Gryphon and his butt chin…

I wink at Oliver, promising him all sorts of dark wicked things in the nest later. The Omega rolls his eyes, pretending to be distracted by searching his pocket for that stupid desensitizer again.

I swear to God, one day, I am going to find every bottle in this house and bury it in the yard.

He doesn't need it.

We've got him.

"Where the hell is Lachlan?" Gryphon huffs next, gazing down at the expensive gold watch that his old man gave him before he died.

Never goes anywhere without it. A totem of good luck.

We could do with all the good luck tonight.

"That fucking bastard is late again…" he growls.

Oliver finishes fixing his tie, and peers at the Alpha. "I'm sure he will be here soon. Give him a chance, Gryphon. You know how he gets…"

Don't we just. Lachlan is a bigger maniac than I am.

He takes his job as protector very seriously.

Lachlan arrives soon enough, wearing a leather baldric with ten different knives. He smiles like a madman, looking as if his eyes are about to pop from his skull, and it's exactly as I said…

Crazy.

"Lachlan… we won't get past security with you carrying all those knives …" Gryphon curses.

"We'll be fine," he croons, pulling a knife out so he can demonstrate his skills. He flips it around, catching it by the handle again. "Ta-da!"

He's a total idiot and not exactly the brightest tool in the shed. If he wants to bring a knife, then he needs to be more discreet at least.

I have one hidden in the sole of my shoe.

"Besides," Lachlan continues. "They make for a neat party trick. Look!" He starts juggling three knives this time, and I howl, slapping my knees.

Oliver shoots me a look. "Don't encourage him, Barret. You know better…"

Gryphon shoves Lachlan back toward his room. Lachlan pouts, dropping all his knives. "You ruined my party trick..."

The Alpha only has a growl for him, and Lachlan best does as he says or we'll all be in deep shit.

"Take them back. You're only allowed one knife. Keep it hidden."

Lachlan rolls his blue eyes, heading back to his room. "Fine…"

When he returns, he pulls out his pockets to show that they're empty. Then we head out the door, and on to city hall.

Let's get this shit show on the road.