The omegas mate

Chapter 15: The nest

Mason had me stay with him and sent Lydia off over to the side of the building to scope the place out.

I followed him into the building, and we quietly padded along, keeping to the shadows. There were a lot of empty boxes lying around and machinery, broken glass, but no vampires yet.

We padded up some stairs and then another set of stairs until we came to a door. It was already open, so we slipped in silently and checked the room out.

Six vampires were asleep in here, three females and three males, they looked beautiful and perfect, which meant they had been feeding regularly but clearly not just human blood because softly glowing underneath their skin were those red veins, I couldn’t see their eyes, but I knew they would be glowing red too which meant they were feeding on werewolves.

Mason nudged me from my thoughts and I looked over to where he pointed his head. I tried not to whine in fear when I saw two dead women lying on the floor not far from the vampires.

They weren’t just any ordinary women either, they were both werewolves. Although the werewolf gene left the body upon death, the scent of a werewolf took a couple of hours to dissipate entirely, which is how we knew they were werewolves. That was three werewolves that had been killed now, and so far, they had all been female.

Lydia trotted in a few seconds later, her cream colored body padded quietly into the room and took in our surroundings.

She spotted the werewolves on the floor and gave a look to Mason.

I was never good at reading ‘looks’ but obviously, it had been some kind of signal that Mason understood because he gave a small nod and they crept over to the two sleeping male vamps that were lying not far from the two dead bodies.

They both tore into the throats of the vampires, and though it had been quiet and the vampires never got a chance to wake up, the other vampires did and flew into action.

Two of the females launched themselves at Lydia, one grabbing her around the waist and trying to crush her ribs, while the other grabbed a hold of her head ready to bite her neck.

Mason was too busy fighting off the other two vampires, so that left me.

I ran over to the female about to sink her teeth into Lydia and dived onto her back and sunk my fangs deep into her neck and tore at it until flesh came away in my mouth.

She collapsed to the ground and Lydia was able to throw herself onto her two back legs with such force that the vampire trying to bear hug her to death fell back with Lydia crashing back on top of her hard.

The momentum caused the vampire to loosen her hold around Lydia’s body, and Lydia wrenched herself free and turned around without hesitation and tore her throat out.

Vampires were by no means easy to kill, these ones must have been new and amateurs because I know there were far more deadlier ones out there, we had clearly been lucky.

Just because they weren’t great fighters didn’t make them weak though, even with their throats torn out, they were still alive, they wouldn’t be truly dead until the heads were cut clean off and the bodies doused with holy water and burned until they turned to ash.

Luckily Lydia came prepared. She went to go change back to her human form and returned with her backpack and pulled out the bottle of holy water and started sprinkling it over the vampires bodies. Next, she pulled out a lighter and set them aflame.

When there was nothing left but ash, we left the place to go report back to Markus, he would be able to send people out who could respectfully dispose of the werewolf victim’s bodies.

We would have usually returned them to their pack, but we had no way of knowing who their pack was, they hadn’t been carrying any I.d, wallets or anything like that, if they had, then the vampires had removed it all.

I was glad when we were back outside, and I drank down the fresh air.

Me and Mason were still in our wolf form, I had only seen him in his wolf form once before, so it was only now I really got to get a good look at him and those eyes.

If I thought his eyes were fascinating before, they were truly breathtaking now.

They were the most unusual werewolf eye color I’d ever seen, bright almost luminous piercing, electric blue with a bright ring of gold around the iris and flecks of bright gold running through the blue, they were beautiful.

I shyly looked away when he stared back at me. I trotted lightly over beside Lydia where she was walking down the street. “You guys should go change, don’t want people seeing you.”

We split up, with me running back to the bushes where I’d left my clothes. I gritted my teeth as the change began and when it was over, I lay catching my breath on the ground n***d and sweaty.

When my legs felt strong enough I got up and quickly pulled my clothes back on before going out to run and catch up with Lydia and Mason who had already changed, he was scarily fast at changing, I noticed.

Markus sent off some wolves who knew how to do a thorough cleanup job once Lydia and Mason had reported everything that had happened.

I wisely stayed away while they spoke to him, I figured out of sight out of mind.

I worried if he saw me too much when it came to reporting back finds and whatnot, he might change his mind and get all overbearingly protective again and not allow me to join them anymore.

A couple of days later, Markus wanted Mason and Lydia to recheck the house and warehouse just in case there were any vampires that might not have been home during the last check we did, but Lydia had some personal business to attend to that meant she would be out of town for a couple of weeks, that left just Mason and me.

I was still getting over the shock that Markus was still allowing me to help out, he certainly had unwavering faith in Masons skills that was for sure.

I knew Mason was trained in MMA as well as military combat, which is why he didn’t need to train with Markus and the others, but I was still shocked Markus trusted him so much, I wasn’t kidding when I said he was overbearingly protective of me.

As we left the house, it was way more awkward between us without Lydia there. I blushed stupidly every time I looked at Mason, and I was more silent than Michael Myers himself.

Mason definitely noticed. “Hey miss quiet, you ok?”

I looked up at him and nodded, realized what I had done and spoke up, “yeah, I’m good.”

Mason narrowed his eyes at me but left me alone. It wasn’t until we reached the house that he finally asked, “are we still good?”

Feigning innocence, I asked, “what do you mean?”

He stopped walking to turn and look at me. “I mean, are we still friends? You’re never usually this quiet.”

I put on a false smile and patting his shoulder answered, “yeah, of course we are Mase,” and walked into the house, so he couldn’t ask me anymore questions.

Before I could step through the door he yanked me by the back of my shirt and pulled me behind him. “What the f**k do you think you’re doing, stay behind me.”

I was surprised at his anger and said, “fine, but there’s no need to talk to me like that.”

He sighed, “sorry, I just don’t want you getting killed, I don’t think Markus would be too impressed.”

I snorted a response and held my arm out for him to lead the way.

When we were inside, Mason both scoped the place out and scented the air for any vamp smell, but there was nothing.

When he was convinced downstairs was clear, he made me wait at the bottom of the stairs while he went and checked upstairs out. He came back down a few minutes later. “All clear, come on.”

He led the way out and started walking to the warehouse next.

When we got there he did the same thing of making me stay close behind him, while he searched the place, but again there was nothing and no sign of any vampires, it seemed we had solved the problem.

Once we were back outside, and I still hadn’t said a word Mason finally spun to look at me and demanded, “tell me what’s wrong.”

I raised my eyebrows and replied, “nothing.”

In a more softer tone, he asked, “is it because of the kiss the other night?”

I blushed crimson and couldn’t meet his eyes. “No.” It sounded weak even to me.

“I asked you not to make it more than what it was, I don’t want it to be awkward between us” he said.

I shrugged my shoulders and mumbled, “it was my first kiss, and I’m still getting over it, so sue me.”

“I knew I shouldn’t have done it.”

“I’m glad you did,” I answered shyly.

“Yeah, but now I’ve made it awkward as f**k for you. I don’t want us to be all awkward.”

“Ok,” I said, and before he could say anything, I pushed him hard enough to make him lose his footing and crash to the floor hard, then I ran as fast as I could.

I underestimated how fast he was because I was barely halfway down the street before he ran up behind me and tackled me to the floor.

Once I was pinned underneath him, his hands holding my wrists, he growled, “what the f**k was that.”

“I was only playing.” I put on my best fake innocent face.

“I’m pretty sure last time you did something like this, I paid you back.”

I was so busy figuring out what he meant that I wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of tickling.

I laughed and begged and kicked out, I laughed so hard that I lost breath until the point I worried I might actually die from laughter.

I tried to slap and kick my way out, but to no avail.

It wasn’t until I pleaded and gasped, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” That he finally stopped and let me go.

“Jeez, you’re so mean!” I spat once I got my breath back.

“What was that?” He warned.

“Eeek, nothing!” I squeaked and ran ahead so that there was a big gap between us.

By the time we got back home, I did feel so much better after the play fight.