Alpha Mates for the Omega

The Manor

The House finally came into view. They had been confined in the car for 6 hours due to traffic, and the tense atmosphere was threatening to choke her. Damien pulled up in front of the house. Without a word, Tory jumped out of the car, slamming the door behind her. She took a deep breath releasing the tension in her shoulders. She needed to get away from them, not looking back to see if they followed she made her way towards the house.

She had just reached the first step when it hit her that her luggage was still in the car. She was about to turn to get it when she heard the crunch of gravel and the engines rev. When she looked back, she saw the Range Rover making its way down the driveway. Neither of them had gotten out of the car. She stared as the car sped down the gravelled road and reached the gate at the entrance of the property and turned right, losing sight of them as trees covered their escape.

She stood there for a few more minutes, not understanding what had happened. A cheery voice interrupted her thoughts; she hadn’t heard the door open, which was strange as she would have expected such an old and grand door to make some noise.

She turned to greet her mum, who was running down the steps like a little kid on Christmas day.

‘I’ve missed you so much’ her mum cried as she hugged her so hard she was sure tomorrow there would be bruises.

‘Hi mum, I’ve missed you too’ she said, patting her back.

It had been five months since they had seen each other, and it had been the longest they had gone without each other since she was born.

She had missed her terribly in these few months. Her mother had moved in with Graham three months before the wedding, and even then she had come over to the house every other weekend to help with the wedding. But now as she was trying to avoid Sebastien, she came up with every excuse in the book not to come over.

They stayed in that position for a while until someone cleared their throat. Tory opened her eyes and looked up at Graham, who was smiling fondly in her direction, but there was a look in his eyes she couldn’t decipher.

‘Hi Graham’ she greeted from within the cocoon of her mum's hug.

Her mum pulled away first but kept a hold on her arm.

‘Come on, dear, let’s have a cup of tea’ she said as they started walking up the stairs. ‘Myriam does the best scones, I’ve ever had in my life, you’ll see’ she smiled at her mum and leaned into her warmth, allowing her presence to soothe her.

The manor was grand, with its heritage starting sometime in the 1600s with an H shaped design and cream stone facade. It was a magnificent sight to behold amid all the greenery. They crossed the threshold, and her mum led her through what can only be described as a construction site.

‘I finally got Graham to agree to bring this manor into the 21st century’ her mum told her ‘we will keep its history alive, but I want to brighten up the place.’

They came to a room that had to be the living room at the back of the house, the first thing she noticed was the breathtaking taking views of the garden and forest surrounding the manor. The tall windows displayed the garden to perfection, bringing it inside.

‘Can you believe this room hadn’t been used for since Graham's grandmother passed away’ she said ‘once I saw that view I just had to open it back up.’

The room was beautiful, even if a little large for a small gathering like theirs. Well if Sebastien and Damien had stuck around, they would have made even this space feel small and suffocating. She was glad they had decided to take off, maybe she wouldn’t have minded if Damien had stayed.

She took a seat on the sofa overlooking the garden while her mum and Graham sat opposite her. On the coffee table were an array of sandwiches, cakes, scones and jams. Her mouth watered at the sight in front of her, before the tea arrived she grabbed one of the scones cut it down the middle and pilled one half with clotted cream and strawberry jam. Taking a bite of the delicious goodness, she forgot all her problems for a few seconds as she enjoyed what her mum had correctly described as the best scones she had had.

‘How was the drive in?’ her mum questioned

She could tell that she wanted to know if anything had happened to make Sebastien and Damien take off like that without a word.

‘It was okay; there was a bit of traffic but other than that it was quite’ she told them.

If only they knew how quite. Tory had wanted to ask them to turn on the radio to help break the silence that had engulfed them, but the glares from Sebastien had told her not to make a noise.

Instead, she had sat in the back seat on the car looking out the window, berating herself for forgetting to grab her headphone out of her work coat pocket.

The whole time she had been in a constant state of arousal that only made the situation worse. With the continuous throbbing between her legs, she couldn’t stay still, and this only called more attention to her. Every time she crossed or uncrossed her legs, trying to find some relief, she would see both men turn their heads and take a deep breath. This action only made her more paranoid, believing that they could smell the musk coming from her s*x.

She had tried to open the window only to have Damien close it and activate child lock, which she found out a little later when she had once again tried to open it. This had frustrated her immensely, but it being his car, she had kept quiet and put up with it for the rest of the ride.

An older woman in her early fifty’s walked in with a teapot on a silver tray. She wanted to laugh at the cliche but held it back. The women sat the teapot on the coffee table.

‘Is this the young miss, Mrs Lydia?’ the women asked her mum, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

‘Yes, this is my daughter Tory, honey this is Magda, she has worked for the family for many years’ her mum said ‘ she is also Myriam sister.’

‘Nice to meet you Magda’ she got up to give the older women a handshake only to be pulled into a hug. She was not much of a hugger and was taken aback by the woman's friendliness. It felt almost like her mum's hugs, so she didn’t mind it as much as she had initially expected.

Magda finally released her from the hug but kept a hold on her hands as she sat, pulling Tory along.

‘Oh dear it is such a pleasure to meet you, my daughter had just given birth when your mother and our Alp… Mr Graham got married.’ The older women went on ‘It was my first grandchild you see, I so wanted to be here for the wedding but couldn’t leave my little girl’s side. I have a very Handsome grandson; you will have to see him; he is the most adorable little boy. How old are you, dear? Do you have a boyfriend? I’m sure you do a pretty little thing like you. Bet you will be giving your mum a dashing grandson soon, she has so loved playing with Oliver.’ She hardly paused for breath during her speech.

She was glad for Magda; her incessant ramblings were the perfect distraction. While trying to keep up with all the information and questions that she had not been given a chance to answer, she forgot about Sebastien and Damien.

Magda carried on with her stories about her five-month-old grandson Oliver, who had just started to crawl and looked exactly like his mother at that age.

They had tea and ate sandwiches. After a while, Magda excused herself and went off to finish some work and then help Myriam with supper.

‘Honey, let me show you to your room.’ said her mum as she got up. ‘You’ll be staying in a different room from last time, as the Emerald room is being renovated.’

‘I’ll see you both at dinner’ Graham said as we stood up and made his way in the same direction Magda had left.

Her mum led the way in the same direction, all the while going over all the refurbishments that she had overlooked since becoming Mrs Lydia Campbell. They walked into a small hall which was the family's private entrance and then up a staircase only used by the family. On the first floor landing, she pointed out hers and Grahams bedroom was on the right. I would be staying in the Gold Room, which was to the left.

She explained how she would have preferred to take up residence in the Gold Room, but Graham wanted to be at the front of the house as it was closer to the stairs and allowed easier access in an emergency.

We reached the room, which was almost as big as the 1st floor of the house she and Sophia rented. The room was true to its name; gold was the focal point. The ceiling had gold trimming as did the wallpaper and furniture. The rest of the room was white, giving it a clean and fresh look, unlike the suite she had previously used.

‘It's beautiful isn’t it?’ her mum asked ‘ we removed the old wallpaper, keeping to the concept of the gold and replaced or restored some of the older furniture to give it a modern feel.’

The room was gorgeous, you could still see all the history in it, but now it felt cosy and welcoming. The suite Tory had stayed in before the wedding had felt like spending the night at a museum.

This suite, on the other hand, felt like it had come out of a fairy tale. The king size canopy bed, white fabric with gold designs flowed down and were tied back at each post. She walked into the bathroom to find the gold had bled into all the taps, handles and the frame of the wall to wall mirror above the two sinks.

Spotting the claw foot bath, she could already see herself spending a lot of time in it as she relaxed with a good book in hand.

‘I prepared some bath salts and oils for you to enjoy’ her mother said from behind her as if reading her mind ‘I’ll make myself scarce now, so enjoy.’

‘Thanks, mum’ she called as she made her way towards the bath.

***

She had jumped into the bath as soon as it was half full and only got out when her skin started to prune. Only when she got out did she remember that all her clothes were in the car Damien had driven off in.

Not finding the prospect of putting on her travel clothes after a refreshing bath appealing, she had opted to laze around the room for a while, lucky for her there had been a fluffy robe hanging in the wardrobe.

She texted her mum to ask if the boys had arrived and if so could she bring her bags. To which she replied ‘will do x’.

About half an hour before dinner, there was a knock on her door, and she ran to open it believing it was her mum with her bags.

She opened the door and moved out of the way to give her mum space to enter, only to see the person who made his way into her room was not her mum but Damien.

‘Where do you want me to put these?’ he asked

‘I’ll take them’ she made a move to grab her bags from him, but he just made his way deeper into the room.

‘I can handle it’ he said as he placed both bags on the bench at the foot of the bed. ‘Is here okay?’

‘Yes, that’s great, Thank you’ she said, never leaving her stance at the door.

Instead of leaving, he just stood there and took a look around the room.

‘Your mum has an eye for these things; this house was so stuffy before she came.’ He remarked.

‘Yes, I always believed she would have made a great interior designer, but being a single mum didn’t give her much room to pursue her dreams when her main worry was to put food on the table.’ She usually didn’t share this much about her personal life with strangers; It was odd that she had been compelled to do so now.

‘I thought your mum and dad had been married’ he said.

‘Yes they were, but my dad died when I was young, and my mum had to find a job that paid better.’ She added.

‘I’m sorry about that’ with two steps he was too close for comfort. ‘Life won’t be that hard anymore’ he added.

‘What does that mean!’ her alarm bells started ringing.

Sebastien had accused her mum of being a gold digger and now Damien, She wasn’t going to take this.

‘My mum is no gold digger; she would never marry someone for money or status. We may not come from wealth like the lot of you, but that doesn’t mean we would do anything to attain it.’ In her anger, she had closed the gap between them and started poking her finger into his chest. ‘ You are all the same, first that arrogant jerk and now you is that why you both went off, after dropping me off. Planning how to make my life hell over the next week.’ Her voice got louder as she spoke.

‘I’m sorry that’s not what I meant.’ He grabbed the hand that was poking him and flattened it against his chest. ‘What I meant was that I would be here for you, you no longer have to go through hardships because we are all family and family help each other.’ He whispered.

His face was too close to hers, and she could feel the warmth radiating from underneath her hand along with the strong rapid beat of his heart.

Her eyes were glued to his, and she couldn’t move, he helps her in that position for what seemed like an eternity. Her mouth was dry, and her pulse so quick her whole body was going numb. Her tongue came out to moisten her lips, and as it did, his eyes followed the movement like it was the most fascinating thing he had seen.

She wanted to reach up and pull his head down, how she wanted to feel that mouth against her own. As if on queue, his tongue came out to imitate the same dance hers had just done. Her eyes like his glued to that sensual movement, and she felt herself lean into him.

His free hand snaked it’s way into the strands of her hair and loosened the top knot she had done before the bath. Her hair came tumbling down around her face; his eye never left their target as his head descended towards her.

Her eye hooded and her tongue darted out, in an attempt to seduce and hurry him along. Neither of them spoke, too afraid to ruin the spell or just incapable of speech; she didn’t know. She went up on tiptoes, and her other hand moved up to his shoulder, pulling herself up. His grip on her hair tightened and gently pulled her head back.

She moaned his breath on her lips made her shiver, and her eyes dropped closed. For a brief moment, she felt the feather-like touch of his lips on hers. Groaning in frustration Tory tried to chase that feeling only to be held back by the hand in her hair.

She tried to open her eyes and beg, but they felt like lead weights were holding the lids down. Again that feather-light touch came across her lips, and this time her tongue came out before Damien could move away. She tasted him, warm and spicy on her tongue, and it only made her crave him more.

His mouth crushed down on hers, his tongue swept out looking for entrance. Without hesitation, her tongue met his in a battle of hunger. He released her hand that had been trapped over his heart and the minute it was free she used it to leverage herself higher. His hand came around her waist and brought her tight against him, which gave him the angle he needed to deepen the kiss.

She could hear nothing other than the sound of his breathing, their kiss, his groans. She never wanted it to end; she wanted to melt right into his arms and never leave.

He pulled her hair once again, and shivers racked her body. His hand left her hair and moved down her neck, she moaned and arched her back, wanting and anticipating the trajectory of his hand. He pulled at the collar of her robe, and as it became loose, he continued his descend.

His fingers had just reached the swell of her breast when it stopped its caress. She moaned in protest, as his tongue abandoned their heated battle. She tried to pull him back down by dragging her fingers into his hair. His hand that had been on her breast came up to cup her cheek, her eye fluttered open and looked up at his.

At that moment she heard a sound behind her. He didn’t let her turn around to see who it was, but even in her stupor, she knew it was Sebastien.

‘You're late’ he said, the words accusatory.

She tried to pull away from Damien, but he wouldn’t let her go, she looked up at him.

Without taking his eyes off her, he said ‘we’ll be down in a sec.’

The three of them stood there for what seemed like hours without moving or talking. Damien's cheek twitched on occasion as if he was irritated, probably at being interrupted.

Finally, she heard Sebastien leave when he did Damien also stepped away from her gently releasing her.

‘Get changed, I’ll see you downstairs’ he said, as he walked out of her room and closed the door.