Page 29 of Sweet Omega
When he stepped out, Deltta was waiting on the couch, arms crossed, gaze sharp enough to cut him open. Tarymn shifted under his stare.
“What?” he snapped self-consciously.
“I told you not to rattle the cage,” Deltta said evenly. “And you did it anyway.”
“Sorry,” Tarymn admitted, sinking down on the couch beside Deltta “I… I lost it.” His eyes darted around. “Where’s Maxus?”
“He’s cleaning up your mess,” Deltta replied coolly. His stare hardened. “Do you want to explain to me what that was? Because you never lose your cool. Ever.”
“Yeah,” Wulfric added, still watching him as though studying a dangerous animal. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like that before.”
Tarymn’s jaw locked, his teeth grinding.
“You haven’t seen me like that because I don’t like it,” Tarymn said, his voice tight, as if the words were dragged out of him.
“Why?” Wulfric leaned forward, eyes bright with awe. “You were fucking amazing in there. And strong. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you could beat Deltta too.”
“Watch it,” Deltta warned, though the smirk tugging at his mouth betrayed his amusement.
“You forget I’m from a long line of alpha kings,” Tarymn said. “But I like where I am. I hate losing control. You saw what happened. I almost went feral in there.”
“Yeah. Why?” Deltta asked, his gaze holding Tarymn hostage.
“You were right. It’s not Langley. It’s Pharyi, Biwen, and Gyry. They’re using Langley, he’s just their patsy.”
“And me,” Deltta said quietly.
“I don’t think you should be talking about this in here,” Wulfric whispered, glancing around nervously. “And I sure as hell don’t need to know about it.”
“Shit.” Tarymn’s head whipped toward the door. “We should go.”
“Yeah.” Deltta pushed to his feet. Tarymn followed. “We should handle this fast. Before all hell breaks loose.”
“I’ll handle it,” Tarymn said, guilt burning hot in his chest. “I’m sorry I lost it in there. I couldn’t keep my cool after hearing what they said.”
“It’s fine. I would’ve lost it too,” Deltta replied, clapping him on the back. “I’m just holding it together because I’m already implicated in the mess.”
Pharyi had said something similar. If it all came out, nothing pointed to them.
Shit.
“We’ll figure it out,” Tarymn said, pushing through the doors with Deltta at his side.
Maxus hurried down the aisle, Tarymn’s shirt balled in his fist. He shoved it into Tarymn’s hands.
“Thanks,” Tarymn muttered, dragging it over his head.
“Gyry had to be taken to the health center,” Maxus said. “We should go and make sure he’s alright. You too, Tarymn.”
“I…” Tarymn began, the protest heavy on his tongue.
“You didn’t mean to hurt him,” Maxus said firmly. “Anything can happen in the cage. He knows that.”
Tarymn nodded slowly, swallowing the truth. The truth was he’d meant to hurt him. Badly. And God help him, he’d enjoyed the sound of Gyry’s screams.
Shaking his head, Tarymn trailed after Deltta and Maxus, their footsteps ringing too loudly in the cavernous silence, each echo a reminder of what had just happened.
Chapter 6
