The Omega And Her Triplet Mates

Chapter 7: Found

I was homeless for a week, managing to find food with the spare change people would give. In a week, I made about five dollars, so it was mostly cheap biscuits I bought to try to last me.

On two occasions, I had come across another homeless man who had been kind enough to share any food he had to spare without me even asking.

It always amazed me how people with truly nothing had more kindness and generosity in their hearts than someone with the whole world at their fingertips.

I could have shifted to my wolf form maybe hunted a rabbit or two, but it was painful, and I was in the city, there was nowhere for a wolf to hide here.

Not all homeless people were welcoming. Some were hostile and territorial. People were not so nice either, especially when drunk.

Getting ready for what I knew would be an uncomfortable sleep, I found myself nudged awake. Looking up, I saw unique eyes, one piercing green and one blue with flecks of gold and a gold rim around them looking back at me. Jax.

I sat up straight and asked, “what are you doing here?”

He snapped, “I could ask you the same f.ucking question. Are you an absolute f.ucking i.diot!”

I scowled at him, not answering. Looking angry, he said, “don’t f.ucking look at me like that. We escape from a mental institution and your best idea is to sit out in the streets in the same damn town where anyone could recognise you? How many of the staff do you think come down this way for their weekly f.ucking shop?”

I didn’t get a chance to answer because three drunk guys came loudly down the street.

They were singing and dancing, but when they saw me, they headed my way, sneering.

The leader of the group spat, “disgusting waste of space, how can you call yourself a woman, you bum.”

Another of the guys piped up laughing, “she’s so fat and ugly, how the f***k can you be fat living on the streets.”

Another leered, “at least she’s got big t.its.”

They hadn’t even noticed Jax standing there and when one of them grabbed me and tried to grope my b.reasts, Jax stepped towards them and snarled, “get the f***k away from her.”

The three men turned in surprise, noticing him for the first time, and the leader sneered, “p.iss off back home pretty boy.”

I don’t know what it was, probably the pretty boy comment, but Jax lost it, he slammed his fist into the side of the leader’s head, knocking him to the floor. His other friends came to help and both jumped on Jax.

He blocked and fought back like someone who definitely knew some martial arts or defense classes.

He wasn’t using his wolf strength as they were human, which meant even lost to rage, he was still somehow in control. It was his rage, not his wolf that gave him the strength he needed, he had completely and utterly lost it.

They got some hits in and his face was a bloody mess from a cut to his cheek, his nose bleeding and a cut lip, but it was like he felt nothing.

He had them all on the floor within ten minutes and when he went to walk away the leader of the group yelled, “you f***k, got a crush on her have you pretty boy? Want to stick your d.ick in the ugly whale?”

He was taunting Jax and knowing this, Jax turned back to him with a wicked grin and answered, “yeah, too right. I’m going to f***k her tight p*****., and while I’m doing that you can reminisce together about how a pretty boy beat your arses to the ground.” He spat in the man’s face and pulled me to my feet.

Now was definitely not the time to argue with him, so I let him pull me by the arm away from the area.

He led me to a black motorbike parked at the side of the road, and that’s when I realized what he was wearing. He was dressed in a biker’s leather outfit. It was an all-in-one suit that was black and white and wore black boots. The bike was black and so was his helmet that he unchained from the bike and picked up.

“Get on,” He said, making it a demand. He was seriously in a rage and I did not want to test him right now, so I awkwardly climbed on the bike and waited for him.

He pulled on black leather gloves and then his helmet, pulling the shield down, so I couldn’t see his face.

I gripped on to the bike handles for dear life as he climbed on behind me and reaching his arms around me, held on to the handles and turned the engine on. Without warning, the bike sped forward, making me, (I’m afraid to admit), scream a little.

We rode out of the town and into a quieter place that I didn’t know. The houses looked posh and expensive as we sped by, and I saw a Walmart that looked slightly familiar to me.

We sped by the posh houses, and slowly less and fewer homes were around to be seen as more greenery appeared.

Wherever he was taking us was isolated, and finally, we drove along a dirt path leading up to the woods, right of that was a little parking area for an abandoned building, like a warehouse or something, and he parked up behind the building out of sight.

He climbed off the bike and waited for me to follow suit. I did and then walked up to him. “Where the hell have you taken me, and stop hiding under that helmet.” I yanked it off him and threw it to the floor.

I had a strange thing about men in masks that I found very attractive, maybe it was the whole mystery, I don’t know, but I couldn’t think straight with him looking so hot in his biker outfit. Not that it helped at all removing the mask, now I had to deal with his gorgeous model looks.

His golden blonde hair was slightly sweaty and fell into his stunning eyes, he gave that boyish laugh and said, “alright, calm down love.”

My heart almost skipped a beat when he called me love, but I quickly shook myself back to reality, he didn’t want me, at least not for more than friends.

I loved his British accent having learned that was his original hometown before moving over here to America and every so often some words sounded more American, like his accent couldn’t decide whether to be British or American.

Still grinning, he said, “this was my sister’s warehouse she owned before she moved on to owning a clothes store. Like I said, she was completely on my side for what I did to her ex…ok, maybe she worries a little about my mental health, but she knows I would never hurt anyone without a good reason.”

So, he had a well-off family, that’s probably why he had been allowed to get away with so much in the hospital.

When I didn’t answer him, he grew more serious and added, “look, I p.issed you off, and you have every right to be, you can hate me all you want, but you’re staying here where it’s safe until we can sort something out with my pack, my sisters going to talk to our mum about me coming home, and I’m bringing you with me.” He walked off, heading towards the building, confident I would follow…arrogant asshole, I thought, but reluctantly followed him.

When we got to the doors, he unlocked a metal chain that was wrapped around them and I asked, “why do you need to bother locking it up so securely, this place is isolated.”

He wouldn’t look at me and just sort of mumbled something unintelligible. I soon found out why. It was pitch-black inside, and I followed him blindly down what must have been some sort of hallway until we ended up in the middle of the warehouse.

A light in the center dimly lit the place up making it look like something from saw, actually it wasn’t the light that made the place look like a horror film or even the hard, concrete floor and chains hanging from the ceiling rafters.

It was the person attached to one of those chains and another mangled mess of a human being strapped down to a metal table, unconscious and covered in blood and things I didn’t even want to guess at.

I turned away and threw up in the corner of the room. When I had finished, I yelled, “what the hell is this, Jax!”

Turning to face me, he shrugged his shoulders, taking off his black leather gloves and throwing them onto the desk in the corner. “You know what I do Rose, it’s not something I’m going to stop because if I do then these sick f.ucks carry on doing the awful things that they do. We were given the gift of transforming into a wolf and having the strengths and perks that come with it, I choose to use my gift to help innocents stay safe from f.ucks like these.”

“So you’re some kind of werewolf superhero?” I replied sarcastically. He grinned and only shrugged.

I couldn’t quite believe what I was seeing, and I had to tear my gaze away to focus on Jax. “What could they possibly have done so terrible that requires being t.ortured to death?”

He unzipped his leather biker suit and started pulling it off as he spoke. “Well, miss pretty blonde here likes to eat young humans, she’s a lone wolf who likes to stalk her prey for weeks at a time first. And dear old Jack over there likes them even younger, much younger, actually and I can show you the pictures if you need proof, he likes to touch before eating them if you know what I mean.”

I shook my head violently. “That isn’t necessary.” The smell made me gag again, but I managed to keep it down this time.

“Why not let the law punish them?”

He sneered at my comment and answered, “are you f.ucking kidding me! Where do you think I got the files on these sick f.ucks from? The police gave miss pretty blonde a slap on the wrist for stalking and as for paedo here, he got two years for indecent images and a lack of evidence for any bodies.”

I didn’t want to know how Jax knew that, he had probably been stalking these supernaturals during the last week.

“What makes you any better if you’re going to murder them?”

“I’m doing God’s work and if I’m wrong, well then I don’t give a s.hit, someone has to make them pay.”

“But they will pay in hell.”

He looked coldly at me and said, “yes they will, but in the meantime I’m here to get things started and to put a stop to what they’re doing. It’s either them or those innocents that suffer… I know which one I prefer.”

He had a point, and I couldn’t find an answer as good as the one he had just given.

I turned to leave, but he put a hand on my shoulder and said, “please, just stay, I’ll get rid of them.”

I looked up as the lady pulled on her chains upon hearing his words, she was covered in blood and so pale I wasn’t sure she would survive the night from blood loss.

He saw me trying to figure out why she was so quiet and said, “she would scream, but I removed her tongue when she kept cursing me, it was kind of distracting.”

I looked at him with wide eyes, I knew in the hospital that he was very dangerous, but it was something entirely different seeing him in action and talking about it as though it were a simple inconvenience and not a chained up t.ortured victim.

Sighing, he turned me around and led me back outside. He picked me up as though I weighed nothing and sat me on his bike. “Wait here, I’ll come get you when they’re gone.” As an afterthought, he added, “please.”

I watched him turn and head back inside and waited. I was horrified, confused and helpless about what to do.

I had just seen two t.ortured victims and done nothing, but they were disgusting creatures who preyed on young children mostly.

Jax must have a soft spot for pups, so I had a hard time feeling too sorry for them knowing the confusion and pain they must have caused those children.

I didn’t hear a thing, I didn’t know whether the place was sound-proof or if they were simply too weak to respond, I knew the lady couldn’t scream without her tongue, but the man should have, I didn’t think he had removed his tongue, and I wasn’t planning on asking any time soon, but then again, I wasn’t even sure looking at the mess of him whether he had even still been alive.

I don’t know how long I had been sat there when Jax finally returned, but when he led me back inside, there was absolutely no trace that anyone had ever been here beside himself.

Even the smell was gone, he cleaned up terrifyingly well, making me believe this wasn’t his first time, nothing except the smell of dust and bleach, although even the bleach wasn’t overpoweringly strong.

I didn’t want to know whether he had killed them off and ditched them somewhere or let them go, I had a pretty good idea which one was more likely.

I tried to turn things back to a more normal topic and asked, “why do you care if I stay here? I can move somewhere besides the city if you’re worried about me getting you caught.”

He looked at me where I had made myself comfortable on the floor leaning against the wall. Dragging out the chair that was tucked under the desk, he pulled it up in front of me and straddled it.

Leaning his chin on his folded arms over the back of the chair, he muttered, “f.ucking hell Rose, you are one of the most insecure people I have ever met. I care about you, obviously, you almost got yourself r.aped out there.” He went quiet and thoughtful, looking down at the floor, and murmured quietly, “I hate to think what would have happened if I hadn’t been there.”

I went quiet too, remembering how they had tried groping at me, and shivered at the thought of what would have taken place next if Jax hadn’t come along and found me.

I stayed with him in the end because, well, I didn’t have anywhere else to go anyway and even if he didn’t feel the same way about me as I did him, I knew I would be safe with him because he at least cared about me as a friend.

I had always wanted to belong to a pack, if what he said about bringing me to his was true.

I pushed the lump down my throat and went to lay down on the cold concrete floor.

Jax had a single mattress with a pillow and quilt on top of a rug, which he said his sister had given him.

Laying on top of the covers on the mattress with his arms behind his head, he raised his head to look at me and laughed. “What the f***k are you doing, you nutter?”

I raised my eyebrows at that and exclaimed, “yes because I’m the nutter here.”

He laughed harder and answered, “fair enough, but honestly dude what are you doing, you’re not sleeping there it will kill your back. Stop being a p*****. and get on the mattress.”

I scowled at him and would have argued, but it would only have made me look more childish and petty and to be honest, I was exhausted having not slept properly after a whole week on the streets.

I got up and dropped onto the mattress hard, making it jiggle and Jax lose balance. I secretly grinned when he almost rolled off, but he ruined my joy of tormenting him by laughing, “s.hit!”

He found something to laugh at in every situation. I grumbled and climbing under the quilt, lay down on the opposite side of him, so we were top and tail.

It was silent for a while, and I was almost feeling sleepy when Jax softly spoke into the silence, “you know, I don’t regret what we did, I lied when I made out I was just using you…I do like you.”

I blushed hotly at the memory and hope filled my heart, which I quickly shoved back down and answered, “I know you like me, you’ve been a good friend.”

I felt him shift on the bed and looked over to see him sitting up and resting an arm on one knee that was propped up. “I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve me messing you about like that, I probably could have just asked and you would have helped me. I’m not really the romantic type and I know that’s what you want, I can’t offer you that, but I can offer you friendship and promise to never hurt you like that again.”

I ignored the sinking feeling in my chest and said, “How do I know you’re not just saying that to make the situation less awkward here.”

He got up and crawled over to my side of the bed and lay on his side, leaning on his forearm to look down into my eyes.

“Trust me, friend or not, It’s not really in my nature to make someone feel better, especially over some makeout session.”

He kissed my forehead and I whispered, “uh uh mr, you can’t do that, that’s not fair.”

“Sorry,” he whispered back and went and lay back his end of the mattress.