Page 48 of Fight

“I think that omega wants a specific thing,” I grunt, my mood souring. “I told her we were her scent matches, and she just wanted her precious Auggie.”

“It’s obvious she’s been through some shit,” he says. “I’m a brute and I own up to being a Neanderthal. I have no issues taking what I want, even if it means leaving her handcuffed to my fucking bed. Augustine is her match too. Do we tell him we have her? What’s the right move here?”

“Keeping her forever,” I say seriously, waiting for the eye roll he graces me with. “He’s had her for six years, man. I want to get to know her. If I need to use Stockholm syndrome as my leg up against him, I’ll do it.”

“Fuck, you’re such an asshole,” Tommy says with an approving smirk. “You’re right, but we have to figure out what that’ll mean. We aren’t exactly flowers and dinner date kind of people.”

“I think the first step is to not be covered in Arthur’s blood,” I tease him.

Snorting, he jerks his head toward the bathroom for me to wash up, while he backtracks upstairs to shower. I wonder if he’s going to go back to his room to shower.

Frowning, I decide I’m actually a moron because my one last clean pair of clothes is up in the room I’m staying in.

Turning, I run upstairs, noticing that the screams aren’t coming from the room anymore. Instead, I hear soft crying, which makes me sigh. Touching my fingers to the closed door, I promise, “One day you’ll realize you need us too. Give us a chance.”

Moving away, I pull my clothes off as soon as I get to my room, walking into the bathroom to shower. What the fuck do omegas even want? I haven’t spent much time around them, not even my little sister, who I just reconnected with.

Omegas like blankets and shit right?

Tommy is right, I decide as I rinse off my body underneath the water. We have absolutely no idea what she wants, but she was struggling not to flash her pretty pink pussy at me, and failed a couple of times as she attempted to fight with us.

And God, does she smell like apple pie and mine. I feel as if I still have her scent deep in my nose, a part of my soul screaming at me to claim, mate, bite her. I don’t know how Tommy has been so calm, but watching him as he handcuffed her to his damn bed, I have to say that even he has to be rock hard and feeling the way I do.

Blowing out a breath, I wash my face and arms once more to make sure all traces of blood are gone. We were both in such a rush to come back, this slipped our minds. Turning off the water once I’m rinsed, I grab the towel to dry off.

“Idiot,” I murmur as I step out of the shower stall to stride into the bedroom. Tommy’s men are taking care of anyone that Arthur was working with, but I could see the memories in Cerenity’s eyes when she thought about them.

When I saw her in her club she was so self-assured and proud, but now she’s off her footing, and I can tell it’s bothering her. The little omega is vulnerable, but is still willing to fuck me up with a frying pan. Damn, it’s sexy, and makes me realize I’m damn lucky she didn’t find any of the cast iron skillets.

Chuckling under my breath, I pull on a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved blue shirt, knowing I’ll need to go to my apartment to pack more clothes. I’ll do laundry here later. I live in a three bedroom apartment that I own, but my youngest brother just turned eighteen, and is going to college in the spring. I’m going to find myself alone, because my entire focus has been finding my sister.

She’s found now, packed up, and happy, so maybe I should start thinking about myself.

It's funny, because anyone who doesn’t know me would say I’m a cold-blooded asshole, but that’s not the truth. Not entirely. I’m introspective, hard working, and determined. I care about my fighters, even though I have a really fucked up way of showing it.

I’m ruthless, and the little omega in the next room is getting a first-hand experience of that. I don’t want her to hate me, so I need to figure out how the fuck to ride the edge between bending her to agree to spend time with me and breaking her. I have no interest in breaking her, when I love her fire.

Huh, love, that’s interesting. I didn’t think I was capable of feeling that for anyone I wasn’t biologically related to. It’s true when they say that scent matches just snap together when they meet. As I begin walking toward the bedroom door to leave, I stop so quickly I almost stumble on air.

“You’re an idiot,” I mutter. Tiny kept asking us not to take her choices, and this is what she meant. It’s almost impossible to fight biology once the scent matches meet. It makes sense why she uses her alpha pheromone spray.

Fuck me. I need to figure out a way to get her to understand this is a new beginning, and not a trap. This explains why Augustine never told his best friend they were scent matches.

What the hell has her running scared like this?

Yanking the door open, I stride down the hallway to check on Cerenity, a million questions rolling through my head that I’m not in the right frame of mind to ask at the moment. Sliding my fingers through my still wet hair, I find myself pulling on it, the sting of pain helping me to think.

I don’t think Arthur made her this scared of alphas, fate, and biology, because she’s been using these blockers for years. She told us this herself. Why does she want to be alone forever?

Touching the door knob of Tommy’s room, I gently push it to peek in on Cerenity. The omega is sleeping, tears sliding down her cheeks still. She must have just fallen asleep, which makes me sigh heavily.

“Hey, she’ll be fine. We have to go though. Shaw and his pack just texted me to tell me he wants to chat. He said something about a violation of our districts,” Tommy murmurs behind me.

Eyes widening, I turn to find him dressed in a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, dark jeans, and shiny combat boots. He could either take a meeting or kill someone.

“He’s coming from Minnesota?” I ask, surprised. At Tommy’s nod, I sigh as I close the door to the bedroom. “Fine, but I need to get more shit from my apartment and Tiny needs clothes. It’s one thing to keep her calm long enough not to chuck a frying pan at our heads, but another to leave her to rot in your bed.”

“That’s not what I was doing,” Tommy groans as he walks with me. “She was fucking wild, and needed a time out. I’ll uncuff her when we get back so we can talk.”

---