The omegas mate

Chapter 18:The truth comes out

We went upstairs and I mostly hid behind Markus. He stormed into the living room where everyone was and stopped in the center of the room. “Who the f**k went snooping through my daughter’s bedroom?”

He was growling inhumanly, and his eyes glowed bright yellow as he watched for their reaction.

Everyone went silent, but a few glances flicked towards Katrina and that was enough for Markus to confirm it was her.

“You went into my daughter’s bedroom without her permission?” He growled the words and she trembled with fear. I’d never seen Katrina scared before.

An alpha didn’t discriminate, it didn’t matter if you were some innocent, young, naive teenage girl, you’d still get treated the same way as any big masculine male wolf would be treated.

Markus went over to her until he was towering over her, she looked to the floor to avoid eye contact, but Markus gripped her chin and forcefully yanked her head up to make her meet his eyes.

“You thought it would be funny to not only disrespect my daughter, but to disrespect ME, by going through her private things and sharing it with the whole pack?”

No one moved and Katrina was trembling before she finally burst into tears, her mom was watching, but she knew she could not interfere with the alphas discipline.

Markus was a good and fair alpha but fierce and terrifying if you crossed him, he had to be if he expected the pack to stay in line and respect him.

“Get out of my sight, and when we next change on the full moon, you will spend it alone in the cage.” Markus growled the words and Katrina ran from the room and to her bedroom.

Everyone else instantly looked to the floor when he looked up at them. “Anyone else who has a problem with my daughter can come to ME!” No one uttered a word or dared move, and once he was satisfied, he left the room and I quickly followed.

I breathed a sigh of relief that Mason hadn’t been there, that meant he hadn’t seen me cry. Thank god, I searched the room to double-check, but yep, no sign of him.

I felt embarrassed, I knew Markus had to be tough on everyone who had insulted his rank, but now it was going to feel awkward and cringe as hell facing them after they’d been told off because of me.

I was crying in my bedroom when Markus softly knocked the door and came in.

He joined me on the bed, stroking my hair gently and asked, “you ok sweetie?”

Sniffling I nodded and then I hugged him and kissed him on the lips chastely.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Sure, don’t worry, we’ll figure this out together.”

He left me alone after that. Next morning it was awkward like I knew it would be, no one said anything mean or gave horrible looks, but I could feel the tension in the air.

I saw Lydia and skipped over to her, acting as if I couldn’t feel the tension.

“Hey! So are we going to go hunting for vamps again?”

She looked up at me from the computer and narrowed her eyes, “Hazel, it’s not a game of cat and mouse, try not to sound too excited.”

“Pfft, fine.” I coughed and cleared my throat dramatically and tried again in a formal voice, “Lydia, are we going to carry on our search for vampires?”

She rolled her eyes and blew a laugh. “Yes, I think I have a new lead, but we need to wait for Mason first.”

“Where is he?”

“I don’t know, your dad sent him on some errand.”

When she said some errand I pictured some undercover mission or something, but I saw what the errand had been as he walked through the door with an arm load of shopping as well as a three-year-old Tom perched on his shoulders, and five year old Lilly who was tugging on Masons arm repeatedly asking for some candy.

Lilly was Toms cousin, her mom Maria, the sister of Sarah.

Mason glared at my grinning face as he struggled to get inside the house, daring me to say anything, I wisely dropped the grin and said nothing.

I bounded over to them as he dropped the bags onto the floor and saw him breathe a sigh of relief when I pulled out the fruit, I opened the bag of apples and took one, and then I left the kitchen to him cursing after me.

I made it all of halfway out of the room before he was tugging the back of my t-shirt. “You can help, you’re old enough right?”

I narrowed my eyes at his sarcastic question, but I didn’t want him thinking of me as a big kid by behaving like one, so I slowly dragged my feet back in and started to help unpack.

“Me and Lydia were waiting for you to come back, we’re going to go hunt some vamps-vampires,” I corrected at the end, not wanting him to say the same thing as Lydia.

“What vampires?”

“Not sure, Lydia thinks there maybe another warehouse they could be hiding out in, she wants to make sure everything is thoroughly checked out before deciding we’ve definitely got rid of all the vampires that have been feeding on female werewolves.”

He frowned at me and then said, “so you’ve noticed it too?”

“What?”

“That they only seem to be killing and feeding on female werewolves.”

“Yeah. I wonder why?”

He put the last of the food away as he replied, “well, we can check this warehouse Lydia mentioned and if we come across any, then maybe we don’t kill it straight away and ask.”

“Pfft, sure, because it’s going to answer you.”

“It will if we ask painfully.”

“Right, because you’re into torture.” I said offhandedly forgetting he had no idea I had looked at the file on him.

The second I realized I stopped breathing and slowly turned to look at him like I was in a horror movie.

He looked completely cold and detached, no emotion showed whatsoever, and in an equally emotionless tone he asked, “what do you mean by that?”

Fear crept up my spine along with a cold sweat. “Phew,” I breathed and fanned my shirt, “is it me or is it hot in here?”

I tried to feign innocence and leave, but he blocked my path. “Hazel?”

I waved a hand at him, “Pfft, oh nothing, I just, uh…” I trailed off not knowing what else to say when being put on the spot and this time his voice held a demanding tone, “Hazel, why do you think I like t*****e?”

“I just noticed, uh, well, I may have noticed you looked kind of excited watching Lydia cut that vampire’s head off.”

There, I’d spoken the truth while also avoiding the real truth of what I knew about him.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t that stupid. “Right, even if that’s true, what made you automatically come to the conclusion I enjoy t*****e and I didn’t just enjoy the fact we were disposing of some evil monster feeding on innocent female wolves?”

Well, when he put it like that. “Uh, well...” I trailed off again and shrugged.

This made him mad, and he pushed me against the counter aggressively, the first time I’d ever seen any sort of dominance or aggression show on him.

He slammed his hands down either side of me on the counter, trapping me in.

This close in my personal space and staring into my eyes dominantly, challenging me, was all it took for me to break down and confess. “Ok, I may have peeked at the file Markus has on you.”

I thought that would, if not calm him down, then at least make him back up, but it didn’t, if anything he grew more angry. “What the f**k are you talking about, what file!”

He was starting to scare me at this point, so I didn’t try being jokey or playful. “Well, when someone joins our pack, Markus likes to look into their background to make sure they are who they say they are and to decide if they’re someone he’s willing to accept into our pack, I thought you would have known that, he always makes sure a new pack member knows beforehand that he will be looking them up.”

“I knew that, but what information does he have on me? Because if you’re thinking I’m some psycho, then it sounds like you’ve stumbled on Info that even he shouldn’t have been able to obtain.”

I shrugged and looked away from his eyes, but this seemed to really anger him because he grabbed my chin and forced me to meet his gaze again, I tried to push him away, but it was like trying to bend metal, I even wondered for a moment if underneath his skin he was made of metal like wolverine.

“Mason, let me go,” I snapped, it was the first time I’d ever snapped at someone, but he didn’t budge.

“f*****g tell me what you know,” he growled mere inches from my face and this wasn’t a normal growl, there was an unnatural growl there, his wolf.

“I saw a file that mentioned your military background, the things you were made to endure and do to one another, forced to change all day and night, beat and t*****e one another, be tortured, you were sent home if you couldn’t beat your opponent with ease by six months.”

I didn’t know why, but this information enraged him. “How was your father able to get this information?” He barely gritted the words out.

“I don’t know, you’ll have to ask him, he used to work in a similar setting and was pretty high up I think, he doesn’t really talk about it but maybe that’s how?”

“I will ask him and as for you, you go looking up personal s**t on me and automatically decide I’m a monster?”

His anger turned to a more sneering and mocking tone, “I suppose any big bad wolf would seem monstrous to you, you’re just some pathetic omega, a little girl trapped in a woman’s body and can’t handle the fact you’ll die a virgin.”

His words stung, which is what he had intended. “Not true,” I whispered.

“The way you pine after me, beg me to kiss you, I wouldn’t be surprised if you dream about us married, never going to happen by the way.”

I may be an omega, I may have snooped on him and been wrong to do it, he may be, ok, he was absolutely right about how I acted around him, but that didn’t warrant him trying to dominate me and be cruel to me.

“Get off me!” I screamed, I was sobbing at this point and hitting his arms so that he would let me go, I knew I’d have bruises from how hard he was gripping my chin.

He didn’t say a word but let me go, and I ran out of the kitchen and up to my bedroom. I don’t know how long I lay on my bed crying for, but I’d barely stopped when Lydia knocked on, asking if I was ready to go.

I thanked the goddess for my dark skin, dabbing cold water from my glass on the bedside table, under my eyes to calm any puffiness down, and then I walked out with a grin painted on my face. “I’m ready!”

All my crying, and I’d almost forgotten Mason was coming. He was downstairs waiting, and I cowered behind Lydia, big tough badass heroine I was not.

“You ok?” Lydia asked.

I jerked my gaze away from Mason and met hers. “Yeah, sure.”

“You don’t want to run down and jump on Mason or anything? You sure you’re feeling good?” She put the back of her hand again my head teasingly, and I slapped it away. “I’m fine, bestie.”

I shoved her shoulder, but whereas she didn’t even twitch a muscle, I managed to lose balance and went flying head first down those stairs, and roly pollied the rest of my way down until I landed in a heap at the bottom, staring up at Mason.

He shook his head in disappointment but grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet, i quickly pulled my hand from his and looked away.

“Hazel?” He made my name sound both pleading and like a question.

He grabbed my arm and looked up at Lydia as she came down the last few steps. “Give us two secs.”

He dragged me into the kitchen where it was quiet, and I panicked, was he going to yell at me more? Would he hurt me? “Please let me go,” I pleaded.

He turned to look at me and tears filled my eyes. He pulled me into a hug. “I’m sorry Hazel, I was f*****g cruel, I didn’t mean what I said I—“ I cut him off, “yes you did, it’s fine, everyone thinks the same things about me now they know.”

He shook his head, “I don’t, I’m sorry.”

I knew that wasn’t completely true, the wolf in him would naturally be repulsed by me, same for Lydia, I was just lucky they hid it well and were willing to fight against those feelings.

I patted his shoulder, “it’s fine, let’s go.”

I dragged him by the arm back out and was thankful the toughness of werewolves and probably his military background, made it so that he didn’t try to convince me more or ask why I’d been crying.

I was glad Lydia hadn’t asked either because I’d noticed in the reflection of the mirror on the hallway wall that my eyes were red, and it was obvious I’d been crying.

Werewolves as I’d mentioned were not affectionate or emotional for the most part, maybe Lydia would have asked before she knew I was an omega, a pup they would show affection and be more gentle and caring with, an omega absolutely not.

I’d most likely have to get used to being treated the same as they treated one another now.

Would Markus stop treating me like daddy’s little princess too now? I hoped not, as much as I complained about being overprotected by him and being seen as an adult, the omega in me still craved affection and love and I knew I’d always be a daddy’s girl, I don’t think I’d handle him treating me as coldly as he did his wolves.