Page 53 of A Baby for the Beast
"You ready?" Phil asks, walking a couple of steps behind me.
He has his duffle in one hand with all the stuff he might possibly need. Not that we ever need more than some water. He has towels, extra mouth guards, a fuck ton of vaseline, and some butterfly bandages. Damn, I always told him we'd eventually get through all of his supplies, and I don't think we've made even the smallest dent. Guess that's something Jace can help me out with, if he ever decides to go in the ring.
"I might still kill him," Remus says, looking over our shoulder before we walk through the doors that lead us to the hallway we walk down while our stats are shown to viewers and on the above screens. Phil looks like he's not sure if Remus is joking or not, and I'm not sure either.
The fuck is this music?Remus snarls in our head as we start walking down the hallway.
He keeps his face neutral, rolling his shoulders and hopping a few times like Phil made us practice because he told us we looked like a sociopath when we used to walk straight down to the ring without doing anything other than looking disinterested.
Usually, when we walk to the ring, there's some popular song playing picked out by Jace. It was the first thing we let him do when he started hanging out with us after he went to live with Henry and Sarah for a little while, since he was kicked out at seventeen. He always picked something that was the correct amount of hype, but since he isn't here tonight, we thought we might get away walking out without any music. Just like we used to before Phil made us practice walking like a normal human.
Remus starts to growl as some of the words make it through the music and the announcements. It's some song we've never heard, but some guy is singing about stealing another man's girl. Remus snaps his teeth, baring them before he composes himself back to neutrality.
He was never hers.
I know. Whoever's playing it probably thought it was funny and more of a dig at Kyle than it is at us.
She's never been anyone's but ours. Our omega.
Yeah, I'm on the same exact page, Remus. But if you get worked up about it, people are only going to want to do it more.
Stupid song.
He says a few more less-than-tasteful things about the event organizers, but thankfully, doesn't voice them. He does look over his shoulder, wanting to tell Phil that he wants whoever chose this song to be told to never let us find out who he is. Phil isn't there, though, which is fucking weird. He's always right behind us because even though Remus is mostly well-behaved, he doesn't like leaving anything up to chance.
Remus turns all the way around, probably giving the people watching on TV plenty to speculate about. Phil's standing in the doorway still, his cell held up to his ear, his face pinched. He sees that we've stopped walking, and his concerned expression turns irritated. He waves us off as if he's not the one acting completely unlike himself.
Maybe he's letting me kill Kyle.
Remus, drop it, we're not killing him.
You're no fun, you know that, right?
I'm no fun now that I don't condone murder?
Yeah, you were more fun when you were on board with the whole murdering Kyle thing. Since then, you've made me watch you fuck our mate, haven't let me kill anyone, and now we're separated from her. No. Fun.
I roll my eyes so hard that I won't be surprised if it shows through on our body as Remus turns back toward the ring and makes it the last couple of feet to our corner. We dip through the ropes, and he hops around a few times while reminding me that he's not a show pony. Great, we're back to our normal rituals of Remus bitching about the showmanship we never really did get good at.
Don't have to be good at it after tonight.Remus sounds almost relieved as he says it.
For not the first time, I wonder if he kept fighting only because he was good at it and didn't want anything else. We'll be takingup more of a role at our brother's nonprofit that helps other alphas, but for the most part, we're just never going to stop pestering our omega until she makes us get a hobby just like Phil's mate did to him.
Sounds perfect.
By the time we're done having to jump around and show off a little bit, Phil is in the corner, looking like he's seen a ghost. He doesn't meet our eyes when we look over at him, but Remus is too curious to see what Kyle looks like to give Phil much more of our attention.
Kyle looks just as douchey as ever, but he has dark circles under his eyes like he hasn't been sleeping well. Remus wants to snarl at him, but he keeps us looking unbothered, just like he does with every fight.
Because this time, I'm the one who smells like our omega.
I should chastise Remus for thinking like that, for even comparing us to Kyle, who used Hayley in an attempt to distract us during our last fight against him. I just can't do it, though, because a not insignificant part of me is fucking ecstatic that Kyle's going to smell our mate on us. He's going to see the bite Hayley unceremoniously bit into our neck after distracting Remus in the shower, and know that because of him, she's ours. Because of his stupid actions when it came to him getting whatever weird ass revenge he wanted, he created his own downfall.
If he had shut up, signed away his rights, and not blasted Hayley on social media, she probably wouldn't have ever thought about what he did to her as something as awful as it was. She sure wasn't going to open a whole case on him. No, he did all of that himself, and through this bullshit, my omega has been so much stronger than she should've ever needed to be.
Kyle glances up at Remus, his beast shining golden in his eyes, but his fight already seems like it's over. There's no boasting or thumping his chest. I hope he was booed when he walked down here, and I hope he gets booed any time he shows his face for the rest of his life. He deserves nothing less.
While the announcers do the final little bit of whatever it is they're saying that I can't hear over the sound of the crowd and the sound of blood pumping through me, Remus turns to make sure Phil is okay.
