Page 73 of The Beta's Bargain

“Treyfield, I want to speak to my son.”

“You’ll remove yourself as soon as the weather lets up,” I growl. “Simon will show you to your rooms.”

Simon, who has been silent and invisible at my side, nods and steps forward. “If you will follow me.”

Empress Vienne stands up slowly, her eyes promising that this isn’t over. I don’t move an inch as she circles the table and comes to stand directly in front of me. This woman barely resembles an omega, but somehow, she rules over her entire pack and the empire her father and grandfather created.

“That omega will never be good enough for my son,” She spits.

“That omega is the love of his life and will be his omega. Further, he is too good for your son,” I snap back. “Stay out of it, Vienne. I’m not going to warn you again.”

“You can’t hurt me, Treyfield.”

“But I’m not just Treyfield anymore.” I breathe. “We now have the weight of Silas’s inheritance, the Treyfield empire, and the Waters empire.”

Her eye twitches, just a little bit, and I know I have her scared. She won’t give up because she’s far too smart for that. But she’s uncertain she’s going to come out on top. I can see it in her eyes.

I smile and watch as those beady eyes narrow. I feel a rise in tension in the air, but I don’t even look around. She might have seven alphas, but she’s the one who runs things. Just as I run my pack. They will follow her lead.

“You will see your son when I allow and not a moment before. Try to go around me, Hastings, and you will find out just how fierce and instantaneous the wrath of Treyfield really is.”

“Really, Treyfield, is there any need to be so vulgar?” She breezes past me. “Take me to my room,” She snarls at Simon.

I turn and watch them file out, the younger omega being kept within the tight circle of the older alphas. For a moment, from the back, she looks like Onyx. The thought makes me irritable. The sight of them brings a deep darkness up. I want to grab them by their throats and strangle them all until they are dead. I want to pitch each one of them from the roof.

It's far too much of a coincidence that they are here again, just when things are starting to go well.

I close my eyes and wait until I hear the door click shut. The room stinks of her foul cinnamon scent. I pull out my phone and send a message to Simon to get someone in here to scrub the room clean.

Silas is going to freak out when I tell him his mother is staying in the resort. Grayson is going to level the penthouse, but it’s Dylan’s reaction that really concerns me. His reaction I fear.

Just trust us, trust me.

She walks into my office and gently shuts the door and leans against it. On any other woman, I might think she was coming in here to seduce me, but Onyx is wearing leggings and one of Dylan’s jumpers. Her hair is in a messy bun on her head, and she looks tired but determined. I lean back in my chair and lace my fingers over my waist.

“And here I was thinking you might come to romance me.” My teasing brings a hint of pink to her cheeks, but a moment later, she scoffs and walks towards the desk. She leans against the side where Silas fucked her recently. Just the memory of it makes my dick get hard. I lean forward and reach for my mug of coffee. The bitter liquid catches in my throat, causing me to splutter.

“There’s something wrong with you.” She says in a low voice. “You’re not eating. You’re hiding away in here.”

I lean back in my computer chair, amused, and smile at her. “And how would you know?”

“You take care of this pack, Falcon, but today, you have been hiding.” She edges closer. “It’s strange.”

The door opens again, and Dylan stalks in. He doesn’t stop at the desk but continues, leaning over me and kissing me like he’s a drowning man. Oh, the taste of him is something I’m never going to get enough of, but I hold myself still, refusing to allow my control to snap. Just a hint of caramel is enough to send me to the edge of a rut, but it’s like he rolled in it.

Dylan pulls back, his eyes dark with challenge. I let go a bit and grip his chin, slamming my mouth back against his. I run my hand over the muscles of his back, and then grip his singlet and pull him closer.

“Don’t start what you won’t let me finish, Omega,” I warn.

He stares at me, a dimple popping in his cheek, and then he tilts his head to the side, exposing his neck. Fierce, ravenous hunger erupts in me, but then I catch the hesitation and fear in his scent.

Not yet.

I close my eyes and put my hands back on the arms of my chair, gripping them so tight I think I might break a couple of fingers. “When you can offer me that without fear, I will give you everything I am.”

Dylan’s eyes widen, and he cautiously extracts himself from my hold. “I offered. If I wasn’t sure-”

“Omega, you’re afraid, still. It’s okay, let us earn your trust. We have time,” I soothe.

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