The Omega And Her Triplet Mates

Chapter 9: Meeting his sister

He followed me in, and I spun to face him when a thought occurred to me.

Ignoring my heated cheeks, I asked,

“is it only your victims you enjoy causing pain to?”

He frowned at me and asked, “what do you mean?”

I took a deep breath, and then asked, “I guess I’m asking, do you like it rough in the bedroom?” I looked to the floor, unable to meet his eyes.

He folded his arms again, and I realized that even though it somehow made him look more dangerous, it was actually something he did when he felt uncomfortable.

“Yeah, I like it rough in the bedroom, lots of people do.”

“you know what I mean,” I mumbled.

He gave a short laugh and replied, “if you mean do I like it Fifty Shades of Grey style, then yeah, I like the rough painful stuff with s**x too, I may not have had s.exual intercourse with anyone, but I did a lot of other things.” As an afterthought, and almost shyly for Jax, he added, “I enjoy pain being inflicted on me as well as giving it in the bedroom.”

My eyes couldn’t have gotten any wider if I’d tried. I never expected Jax to be into receiving pain himself.

I pushed the small pang of jealousy down at the thought of him being intimate with other people, he wasn’t mine. I did wonder what he meant by other things, though, and my curiosity got the better of me when I asked, “what things did you do?”

He shrugged his shoulders and said, “just stuff.”

He looked at my face and knew I wasn’t going to let it go.

Sighing, he answered, “I don’t know, just things like s.panking, tying a partner up and punishing them or them doing it to me.”

“What do you mean by punishing?”

“F.ucking hell Rose, you don’t give up, do you. I don’t know, crazy s.hit, google it for f***k’s sake.”

I knew he was only getting annoyed because he was uncomfortable talking about his s.exual history.

I knew it was wrong of me to question him, but I was genuinely intrigued, so I took his phone from his jean pocket and typed in punishing p.orn.

Crazy s.hit certainly did show up. I looked at some images and asked, “so this one I’m looking at, n*****e clamps I think, did you do that?”

He nodded, and I carried on, “what about, w.hipping?”

He nodded at that one too, so I looked at the more hardcore images, figuring he had done all the light stuff. “Woah, uh, what about peeing?”

Jax laughed out loud at that one and said, “you’re asking me if I’ve p.issed on someone before?”

When I nodded, he shrugged his shoulders and said, “yeah, but I sure as hell didn’t let anyone p.iss on me.”

I laughed at that a little and Jax stepped towards me, and said, “quit interrogating me. I enjoy sadomasochism s.hit, and yeah, that s.hit turns me the f***k on like nothing else, but do I expect you to do any of that, of course not, so stop worrying.”

“I was genuinely curious that’s all, all this stuff is so new to me and I wondered what it meant to be punished, that’s all.”

He pulled me in against his chest and answered, “like I said, it mostly involves rope or handcuffs, a lot of s.panking and w.hips. If you’re real deep into it then some people enjoy being so dominated that it turns them on to be p.issed all over and degraded, and other times it’s shoving a huge dildo in their arse or their p*****., a size that’s going to hurt quite a bit because it’s too big for them.”

I was literally speechless at all of this, half the things he had mentioned I didn’t know could be s.exual. It was a strange feeling to know Jax had done all of this with other partners, and that he was still a virgin.

I don’t know if my thoughts were so clear on my face because he added, “I’m still a virgin because I didn’t find them worthy enough to f***k and lose it to.”

“Pfft, and I am?”

“I think so, you are my type and the sweetest, most innocent woman I’ve ever met.”

He must have been feeling horny or something, which was most likely my own fault for bringing such a topic up because he pushed me up against the small desk and tried to kiss me. “Stop it,” I whispered.

He trailed soft kisses down my neck and murmured, “but it feels good, I can smell how wet you are for me.”

“I’m saving myself for someone special, so leave me alone.” I pushed against his chest, but he was solid muscle and didn’t even budge an inch.

He stopped kissing my neck, but he didn’t let me free, I was trapped between his muscular arms, his hands leaning on the desk, so I couldn’t go anywhere.

“You may not want me, but don’t you have like two brothers? Maybe they will?” I was only joking, and also wanted to annoy him, but he only grinned and said, “you want them to f***k you while I watch?” I slapped his chest for that, but he only laughed.

“No! I want love! Don’t wolves have a true mate?”

He rose his eyebrows at me and smirking said, “you want my brothers to be your mate?”

“Just one will do,” I replied sarcastically.

He shook his head laughing and backed away, giving me personal space.

“Didn’t I tell you we are triplets?”

I nodded looking confused, and he sighed, “you really don’t know anything about being a werewolf, do you?”

When I shrugged he said, “if one of my brothers was your true mate then we would all be your true mates. We come from the same egg, our DNA, even our wolf side is all one and the same, not who we are as a person of course, but the goddess doesn’t seem to give a f***k about that.”

I rose my eyebrows in surprise and asked, “I’m guessing you haven’t found your mate yet because you don’t act like you have.”

“No, not yet, you’d know if I did because she would be all I want, I would do anything for her or him, though I don’t think Romulus would be happy if it was a dude, fate really doesn’t discriminate about who your mate will be, could be male or female, hot or ugly, you really don’t get to pick when it comes to looks, though it’s usually your perfect match, someone you’d fall for naturally. when it happens, once you kiss you no longer care, like f.ucking true loves kiss or some shit.” he laughed at the end.

“Romulus?”

“My brother, he is a real ladies man, romantic and old-fashioned with the whole treating a lady like a lady, but all bets are off when it comes to s**x, he will f***k any pretty girl.”

“So he is arrogant and also only likes attractive girls?”

Jax snorted a laugh and said, “yeah, he can be arrogant and does have this stupid rule about only dating the hottest female wolves. He’s a f.ucking i.diot.”

“What about your other brother?”

He shrugged, “Fenris, he’s a moody fucker you won’t like him, he prefers to be alone a lot of the time rather than interact with the pack, but he is the sensible and clever one, boring fucker really and hates if you use curse words. I’d almost call him the nerdy one, but he’s probably too scary for that, he can be cold and hostile, especially if you enter his room, he beat the s.hit out of one of the pack members when they walked in without knocking first, almost killed him.”

“Great, two psychopaths and one man w.hore, what a lucky mate you guys will have when she finds you all.”

He laughed hard at that but said, “no honestly, I’m the f.ucked up one, Fenris is mostly just moody, and he wouldn’t kill anyone, except if someone challenged his rank in the pack. Werewolf rules, if a wolf wins the challenge and the other one doesn’t submit, then you kill them.”

“Holy c.rap!” My heart sped up with fear just thinking about that, werewolves sounded brutal, no wonder my parents wanted nothing to do with their world.

He smirked at my response. “Don’t worry, they wouldn’t hurt an omega you’re safe, well, kind of.”

“What does kind of mean?” I asked.

He looked away from my eyes and said, “if I bring you back to my pack, I won’t lie, it won’t be easy for you as an omega, you will more than likely be a target for the dominant wolves, they won’t outright attack you, but they won’t be nice to you either, in all honesty they will treat you like s.hit probably, but they won’t physically touch you.”

When I was quiet, he said, “you don’t have to join my pack, but I’m not leaving you on the streets.”

I thought about it for a while and figured if they wouldn’t hurt me physically, then I could deal with everything else, I was used to it growing up anyway, I could handle some name calling and stuff, plus as stupid as it was, I really wanted to experience and be a part of the werewolf world. I was a wolf and I wanted to be among other wolves.

“I’ll come back with you if I’m allowed. Will the alpha allow me?”

“Sure, I already spoke about it with my sister, she spoke to mum for me, and dad, they weren’t happy about it, but at the same time, dad is weird, he likes to have what other packs don’t, likes to be different and have it all or some s.hit even if that means having an omega.”

“Like I’m some sort of collection?” I laughed, I couldn’t help it.

He grinned and said, “pretty much, we don’t know of any other pack here in America that has an omega, not even submissive wolves, so of course dad has to have some submissive wolves, and now an omega.”

It had been about a week that we’d stayed here, and today his sister was coming to get us, she wanted to take us for a meal first.

She pulled up in her blue car beside us outside, and when she climbed out, I almost stumbled over my own feet.

She was beautiful as much as Jax was handsome, and could also just have easily been a supermodel.

She had long wavy locks of blonde hair and baby blue eyes, with high cheekbones and flawless makeup. Her full lips had perfectly done plum lipstick that matched with her warm smokey eye makeup.

I noticed as she came over to us that she was slim and lean, almost athletic like her brother but nowhere near as dramatic, of course. These two must work hard to keep in shape, I thought.

I gave Jax a side-ways glance and clocking on, he grinned at me before turning back to his sister and giving her a hug. “Hey sis, took you f.ucking long enough.”

She nonchalantly waved a hand in the air and replied, “f***k off, I was barely five minutes late.”

Clearly, the bad language ran in the family. I laughed lightly, and she turned to me, making me stop and blush.

“So, Jax, are you going to introduce me?”

I waited for him to act like his usual playful flirty self and wrap an arm around me or something, but he didn’t, he kept a distance between us and grinned, slapping a hand on my shoulder in a buddy way and said, “this is Rose, we escaped together.”

I couldn’t figure out the feelings behind his next words, it was almost like he was dismissive or embarrassed when he added, “Rose is my friend.”

I frowned at him, but he didn’t see it, and then I turned back to face his sister and smiled.

She took a long look at me and something clicked in her eyes before she grinned and pulled me into a hug. “It’s lovely to meet you, Rose.”

I wasn’t sure what she saw when she had looked at me, but I worried she knew I was an omega.

She gave Jax a look, and he cleared his throat and said, “oh, yeah, this is Annie, she’s transgender, used to be Andrew.”

She smiled at me and said, “if you ever want to know anything, you can come to me anytime, and that includes what it will mean for you being an omega. I have a feeling we are going to be great friends!”

I was excited meeting another werewolf and was happy she didn’t seem any more bothered about me being an omega than Jax was, I wondered if his brothers would be more bothered.

Annie took us out for dinner and I realized she was right, we were going to be good friends.

Being so shy, people usually thought I was either weird, boring or just couldn’t be bothered trying to get to know me, but Annie didn’t give up, and didn’t exclude me either, another thing people would do when talking, it was like they forgot I was there, but Annie always included me in eye contact and questions, and with her bubbly and funny sense of humor I soon found myself feeling comfortable talking and adding things to the conversation myself.

Both her and Jax together were hilarious, and more than once I found myself crying with laughter.

At one point, the waiter had given Annie someone else’s meal, when she had casually looked down at her plate, she’d gripped my arm and gave a small scream, saying in a high-pitched voice, “what the f***k is that! Is that a…oh my God, it f.ucking is! It’s a f.ucking snail!”

The waiter had quickly apologized and took the food away while I jokingly patted her head sympathetically, she clutched a hand to her chest dramatically and tried to calm her breathing.

Jax looked at us in mock disgust, but smiled and rolled his eyes.

“Quit being so f.ucking dramatic,” Jax said.

Annie flipped him the middle finger and said, “just you wait, you miserable b.astard.”

As if on cue, the waiter returned and placed Annie’s plate before her and said, “we apologize for the distress, your meal is on the house.”

She grinned at my wide-eyed face and picking a fork up said, “told ya, b.itches.”

Over the course of the meal, Annie mentioned having a daughter and without thinking, I asked, “how?” I slammed my hand to my mouth as soon as I said it, and Jax burst into laughter.

I breathed a sigh of relief when Annie laughed too.

“I adopted her, they’re not so hard core about you being married now and being rich…well, it certainly has its privileges. You’d be surprised how many werewolf children are in children’s homes, my mum owns the home I got my daughter from, they’re usually run by werewolf packs, so there’s no risk of them being found out about by humans.”

I don’t think my eyes could have grown any wider, and they both laughed at my expression.

Annie was the one who said, “I know right who would have thought poor, rich, mum, and dad would have ended up with a transgender and a complete psycho as their children. Sure as f***k not what they expected, I’m sure.”

“Yeah, well, they love us anyway,” Jax added and shoved a mouthful of food into his mouth.

Annie raised her eyebrows at him, looking him up and down, and said, “yeah, mum’s so proud of you.” Rolling her eyes, she picked her wine up and took a sip.

I loved how relaxed and down to earth she was, and that she was able to laugh at herself and Jax.

Jax grew more serious when he asked, “is she really p.issed off?”

Annie softened her look and said, “no, she was upset, but she gets why you lashed out, she always knew you were a f.ucking weird kid.” Annie grinned at Jax letting him know she was only messing with him, and he grinned back, the smile never reaching his eyes.

“She did say she would have been fine if you had beat the s.hit out of him, it was the whole…tying him up and t.orturing him s.hit that worried her. It’s f.ucked up bro, even for a wolf.”

Neither of them liked talking deep for long, and they soon turned the conversation to a lighter subject and were back to winding each other up again.

It wasn’t until towards the end of the meal that I realized I must have looked out of place.

It was a posh restaurant, expensive and Annie was beautiful and glamorous with a slim tight-fitting cream dress and matching heels, while Jax, not wearing a suit, still looked stylish and hot in his cream long-sleeved thermal top that clung snugly to his athletic frame, black chino jeans with his doc martin boots. With his model looks, he probably could have worn anything and still made it look amazing on him.

I was dressed in faded black leggings and a loose navy-blue t-shirt to hide my belly and big frame.

With Jax’s beautiful eyes, piercing green, and blue with gold flecks running through them, full lips and high cheek bones, his hair only added to his incredible good looks, styled into a tousled, messy look with a slight wave to it and golden blonde he looked like the male version of his angelic looking sister.

Men had stared at her most of the time here, some even with their wives, and I only now noticed that the wives and other women had been doing the same to Jax.

I shoved the flare of jealousy back down where it belonged and tried not to be bothered, after all, he wasn’t mine.

Most of the women only glanced up to look at him when they thought none of us noticed. There was one girl in particular that kept staring, almost like she were willing him with her eyes to look over and notice her.

She was as beautiful and glamorous as most of the other women in here with long black, softly curled hair, dark green eyes, high cheekbones and flawless makeup. She wore blood-red lipstick on her full lips and the dark dramatic smoky eye look she had was to perfection.

She wore a similar dress to Annie, tight-fitting, but in black and much shorter. Her skin was softly tanned, she looked beautiful and exotic, but boy did she know it.

She was with two of her other female friends, and she had a slight smirk on her face that seemed permanent, like she knew how good she looked and that she could have anyone she wanted.

I tried to ignore her, heck, for all she knew he could be Annie’s partner because there was no way she would think he was mine.

When Jax got up to use the restroom, he walked past the exotic girl, and she reached out, touching his arm lightly.

He stopped and looked down at her, and she gave him a big flirtatious smile, pulling him down to whisper something into his ear.

She was sat quite far from us, so I used my wolf hearing and was able to make out Jax laugh at something she said, and say, “darling, you couldn’t handle me for a week if I was your boyfriend.”

I snorted a laugh at that, knowing he was exactly right. I’m sure a woman like herself wouldn’t be able to handle his t.orture and killing hobby.

She laughed seductively and replied, “I reckon I could, but I don’t think you could handle me between the sheets, big boy.”

He laughed again and leaned down so close that their lips were barely three inches apart when he whispered something to her.

I couldn’t make out what he said, but I saw her smile instantly vanish, and a deep red flush crept up her face, she looked mortified, and I wondered what the hell he had said to her.

When he returned, he sat down beside me, slouching down into his seat with his legs spread. Annie snapped at him to sit up straight and rolling his eyes he sat up only a little straighter.

“What did you say to that woman to make her look like that?” I whispered into his ear.

Jax looked over at the woman to see her trying to hide her face with embarrassment.

He laughed and whispered back, “I said she wouldn’t be able to handle me in bed, I like the hard core, whips and chains s.hit, my girlfriend Rose over there will tell you.”

I looked at him wide-eyed making him laugh that boyish laugh I loved so much, and I blushed when he winked at me.

“Why not say that and point at Annie, that would be more believable,” I whispered.

He frowned at me sternly like some big brother and said, “quit that s.hit, not everything is about looks. You know I’m worried to let you meet Romulus, you two together will tear you down emotionally, you both only give a s.hit about perfect barbie looking females.”

He rolled his eyes at that and then added, “there’s no way I was going to point at my sister, that’s too gross even for me.”