Page 2 of A Baby for the Beast
Kyle is the current title holder for our weight division, although my win-to-loss record is better than his. When we win tonight, he'll probably be one of those alphas who gets upset about it. Good, sometimes arrogant beasts need to be taught alesson, especially ones who leave their omegas in the middle of their heats.
I'm vaguely aware of the referee calling for Kyle and Remus to step up to the middle of the ring. I should be more alert and pay more attention, but something is taking precedence over everything else happening. Not only did Kyle infuriate Remus by abandoning an omega, but he also found an omega we're undoubtedly scent-matching right this second.
Don't react.
Won't.
Remus offers his fists to bump against Kyle's beast, but Kyle laughs at us before backing up. Remus shrugs, still looking as calm and unaffected as we need to appear. No one can know that whichever omega Kyle managed to talk into spending her heat with is ours. Not until we find her, claim her, and have her under our protection.
The bell rings, and Kyle's beast flies at us, fists swinging, knees coming up to try to get us in the ribs. It's a wonder he's made it as far as he has, considering he's only exhausting himself. He's sloppy, too. Maybe it's the power in his beast that's let him get as far as he has, or his social media following. But he shouldn't be the title holder, and that's being made abundantly clear to Remus and me.
Kyle takes another sloppy swing at us, causing Remus to stare at him for a second like he's an idiot. We haven't swung once. Haven't tried to grapple him, either. Part of it is because the scent of our omega is wafting over us with all of his movements. We're trying to sear her citrusy scent into our nose and mind. We don't know her name, where she's from, or anything about her, but we'll find her eventually.
The bell rings, ending the first round of our fight. Remus shakes his head, watching Kyle's chest rise in harsh breaths,sweat pouring from his temples. He's starting to mask the citrus of our omega with his woody scent, and it's upsetting.
We finish this next round.
That's fine by me.
Phil squirts water into our mouth and tells us things we already know about how sloppy Kyle is and how we can use it to our advantage. Remus nods at the right time, but his mind is somewhere else. The same place mine is, trying to figure out where our lemon drop scented mate is. And more than that, trying to figure out if she's still in pain from her heat being unfulfilled because the person meant to be helping her through it is here instead of caring for her.
I want to kill him.
No killing.
Remus huffs as the bell for our minute tells us time is up, and the next round is starting. This time, when Kyle's beast lunges for us, sloppy and uncoordinated, Remus kicks his leg out from underneath him and starts to grapple. It takes us less than ten seconds to get Kyle in a rear-naked choke.
"Don't tap out," Remus growls in a low, menacing tone against Kyle's ear. The mouthguard muffles the words, but the other alpha understands well enough. "I want to see if I can kill you before they stop me."
Maybe Kyle's beast thinks Remus is serious. It's hard for me to tell if he's being dramatic or telling the truth. Either way, the statement has Kyle's hand tapping repeatedly on Remus's forearm, tapping out of the fight.
It isn't until the ref comes over and tells us to get off that Remus lets the other beast go, and it's with a look of disgust. Usually, Remus is good about keeping his feelings in check, but we have someone we hate now. Someone who knows who our mate is and where we can find her, but who probably wouldn'tever tell us and would just use the information against us somehow.
Remus doesn't wait for us to be announced the winner before jumping from the ring and heading back down the walkway toward the locker rooms. It's not uncommon for Remus to be out before announcements end. He doesn't like celebrating his wins or being the center of attention. We're here to do a job, and it's done. Phil chases after us, yelling for us to wait up, but Remus is too worked up. We need to get somewhere for him to blow off some steam.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Phil asks, slamming his fist into one of the lockers to get Remus to look at him.
Phil winces when our gazes meet, but he's used to the power that rolls off Remus. It's a lot, but he's usually more in control of it than he is right now.
Remus opens his mouth to say, I don't know what. I don't know what I would say in this instance. We've never been with a woman, and yeah, that seems strange since we're an alpha and an alpha with a beast at that, but it's never called to us like fighting has. We're not ashamed of it. We've had no reason to be embarrassed because the only thing Remus wants is the fight. Phil's been around long enough that we've asked him questions we were too afraid to ask anyone else.
"Tell me what's going on so I can figure out how to help you, Rem." Phil sits on one of the benches near us, his tone softer now that we're not growling, pacing, and ignoring him.
Remus clears his throat as he starts to growl again, and when he sounds mostly normal, he gets two words out. "My omega."
Phil looks at us like we've grown a second head, but Remus's words finally click. The understanding that sweeps over his features is almost comical in how much he goes from confused to excited to worried.
Before he has a chance to ask anything or to tell us to be careful or whatever it is he wants to say, the doors to the locker room open. Jace, the alpha I've been training to fight and my twin brother's now grown foster kid, comes running in, his phone held up in front of him, some sort of social media live video playing on it.
"Have you seen this?" Jace asks, thrusting the phone into Remus's hands just as he gives me control of our body.
It takes me a second to figure out what I'm looking at. It's a live stream of Kyle in his locker room, shirtless, ranting and raving about the fight. I'm not on social media, but this may be normal for him. I don't care when I have bigger problems, like finding the omega I want to claim.
"That fight was fucking bullshit!" Kyle shouts at the camera, his face close to it as though he's holding the phone and yelling at it. Maybe he is. Stupid waste of time, in my opinion. "I'm still hungover from last night, half energy from fucking this pretty little thing all day, and this is supposed to be a charity event."
Remus and I growl at our omega's private business being streamed to all of his followers. I go to hand the phone back to Jace, but he pushes it back towards me.
"Just wait. He challenged you a second ago. He might do it again," Jace says, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
