Page 8 of Brandy Snap: Part One

Sin just kept standing there with the usual blank look on his face. He always dressed like a butler, even in the summer. His black suits highlighted his white hair, pale skin, and purple eyes. I wanted to dress my albino mate up in bright vests and tailcoats and show him off to everyone, but he wasn’t interested. I could do so many pretty things with his colour tones, but he liked things as dull as his voice.

If we weren’t bonded and I couldn’t feel every emotion that ran through his heart, I wouldn’t have a clue what he was feeling. But his concern for both Cas and me beat from him, and his fingers twitched by his side as he plucked the black folder from under his arm.

“We’re need to talk about this,” Sin said, holding up the folder. A crack echoed through our bond, Cas's anger reigniting, Sin completely ruining the work I’d put into getting him to chill out.

Cas kept his head bent over me, still wheezing, his hand twitching in my grasp.

“Not now.” He scowled at Sin. Cas was totally right, and I shot Sin a glare as well. My annoyingly practical alpha liked to sort shit out as soon as it popped up, and Sin's serious ass could forget other people actually needed time to decompress. After years of dealing with their parents, he and Cas had built up a stupid level of resistance to people’s bullshit. It was why Sin was a pro at managing a global TV network.

Plus, I was already getting turned on at the way Cas was basically vibrating, so there was no way I was getting anything done until I’d had his cock in me.

Cas’s heart thundered along as he played with the edge of his rogue state while his aura spiked and wrapped me in his love. What kind of omega would I be if I didn’t milk the attention for all it was worth?

But Cas was beautiful when he went rogue. The best sex I’d had was when Cas was completely out of it, and all that was left were his instincts to fuck, protect, and kill. He’d rail me for hours while Sin looked on with concern, disapproval, and a hard cock. Though Caspian never remembered any of it.

So I was a tad more biassed than Sin when it came to Cas losing control.

“Anyway,” I brushed it off, “there’s nothing to discuss. We’re not doing it for us. We’re doing it forher.” It was so difficult to hide the swirling pool of dark emotions that always grabbed me when my alphas got caught up in Camille-mania.

Jealousy was the stock of the fucking stew of rage, pain, loneliness, frustration, and whatever else wanted to get added to the pot. It was like their minds just went blank and they became Camille’s servants or some fucked up thing like that. Just because she was a bit frail and annoyingly pretty.

There were times where I seriously thought I needed to remind them that I was their omega. She was the one Caspian pined over until they both presented and found out they weren’t scent matches, but that didn’t mean she belonged to him like I did. She could have been the replacement Zania recommended if she wasn’t related to Sin. They never wanted to experience the chaos of her going into heat while they were both bonded to Cas.

I lifted the delicate sleeve of my shirt and started dabbing his blood.

Caspian clenched his jaw, anger still spiralling from him even though our blending auras were bringing him back down to earth.

“Stop,” he growled, pulling back his hand, but I wouldn’t let him go. “Isn’t this one of your designer pieces?”

“Yeah,” I said patiently. “But it’s last season’s, and it’s a lesson in what happens when you decide to punch a fucking tree.”

He glared at me again, but I wasn’t backing down. I’d growl just as much as him if I had to. “I designed it, so I get to do what I want with it. It’s your lesson for being an emotional little bitch.”

He snarled at me, but I just stared at him before he finally dropped it. It didn’t mean his anger disappeared, because scowling was one of Cas’s favourite hobbies after fucking and punching things. But there was a shift in the bond as he eased a touch.

I sighed, softening for him as I wiped away more splashes. “And I’d rather that your blood was on my art than giving this stupid place even one bit of yourself. They don’t deserve even that much from you.”

I could only protect my pack so much, but I’d do everything I could to make sure they were safe. Their families were poison, and I could be their cure. But I had promised my alphas I wouldn’t stir things up, which hurt more than I wanted it to.

“We know everyone in that folder, Sin,” I said, meeting his steady gaze. “There isn’t a single one of them that would survive a heat with me. They’re fucking carnivores wrapped in an omega skin, but those pretty whores can’t handle us. As soon as we rip them open, they’ll crumble.”

“Then we can make that part of the agreement.” Sin nodded. “We only have sex with them during their heat.”

A whimper spilled from me before my throat constricted. It was like he’d punched me in the gut.

I shook my head in disbelief and forced my focus back on the mess Cas made of himself.

“I can’t believe you just said that,” Cas responded coldly.

There wasn’t a drop of remorse coming from my stoic mate. It was ridiculous that we’d gotten to the point where he was straight-up talking about fucking other omegas in front of me. As if I’d be okay with that kind of bullshit.

“Zania made it pretty clear we don’t get to be the ones making any decisions,” I said. “If your new omega wants me gone, I’m out.” I snorted, playing it cool. I couldn't even look at Sin now that he’d brought up the idea.

They should both be able to feel the pain beating through me at his words.

And the idea of a single other omega even touching my mates had puke rising from my stomach.

I could barely deal with those high-society omegas running their hands over my alphas at parties. There was a reason I wore sharpened chopsticks in my hair and it wasn’t decoration.

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