Blooming for the Alphas

Chapter 6

Theo P.O.V.

Tobias stepped in.

His quiet presence only adding to the already thick tension in the room. His cold, sharp eyes glinting at the light in the shop. He didn’t speak not at first. He never had too. Not until she wanted to reject him, reject us. He was the one that waited, his movements and actions as calculated as he was cold. He was always watching, waiting, hunting.But, his presence was like a storm on the horizon- I could feel the weight of his aura in my bones. And then, finally his voice cut through.

His eyes focused on her- only her. They focused on every detail, the small things that nobody else would notice. Nobody but us. His eyes staring into her, “ You can’t escape us, Ophelia.” Tobias said, his words were soft with an undercurrent of darkness and finality that chilling me to the core. He paused, she almost looked ready to say something. He stopped her, “ You’ve been running for ten years, but it doesn’t matter anymore. You’ll never outrun what’s in your blood, what’s in ours.” he muttered, looking at her and sharing the loneliness of ten years.

Her breathing, it grew more ragged as the heat in the room elevated. She tried to step away from both of us, to find some relief from the mate bond. Her body was trembling, it was no longer just her hands but all of her. Her chest was rising and falling with panic, while she clenched and unclenched her hands. I could see the truth. I could see in the way that she bit her lip, in the way her legs no longer carried her further away from us. There wasn’t any fight left in her, not anymore.

“You feel it don’t you?” Tristan asked, his words almost a purr in the way heat lingered on them. I promise of what she could have if she would stop running. A promise of a future filled with tension and heat. I reached forward to take her wrist gently but firmly while she was still focused on his words.

“We can’t.” She whispered, her voice as shaky as the rest of her body while she looked at him, broken. Tobias, the silent power of the three of us spoke up before either of us had a moment to ask, “Why?” he looked at her. There was something there, Some way that he could reach her in a way neither one of us would ever be able too.

“They’ll kill you and spend the next forty years torturing me until I’m nothing but a puppet. Please.” she whimpered, looking at Tobias with as much mercy as possible. Almost begging us to release her from the mate bond.

He wouldn’t.

I wouldn’t.

We wouldn’t.

“Do you feel it?” Tristan asked again, every single word was enunciated. None of us were threatened by what she was telling us. We already knew that death was a possibility when it came to having a future with her because that is what happens when you are an Alpha. Death is always a possibility, but death is a bigger possibility when your mate is the runaway princess.

She looked at me, than at Tristan and finally at Tobias. She lingered, her eyes holding his for a moment longer before returning to Tristan, “Yes, but I want you to live.” She whispered, turning her attention back to the ground.

Tobias frown and heartbreak changed instantly after locking eyes with her again, “Say the rest, little wolf.” He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at her. Her cheeks turned a cute shade of pink before she even looked at him, “ I feel the bond. I can’t- I can’t run anymore not from you.”she whispered, shuffling over her words.

Tobias didn’t stop though, somehow he knew that there was more. He knew that there were parts of her confession that she wouldn’t say, not without him staring her down and making her spill. His eyes piercing hers, “I feel like there’s something else that you need to say little wolf.” he smirked, watching the way she turned an even deeper shade of red.

She played with her hands and let out a huff of air, “ I need you. All of you.” She whispered, it was just loud enough for us to hear her.

Her eyes, they flickered back to the door. The same desperate hope that maybe she could escape us, once again. The hope that she wouldn’t have to make a decision about all four of our lives. A decision that never really existed. But, I knew better. I have been patient with her for years, I have watched her for years, I have waited for the right moment for years. Now that moment had come.

That moment was here.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” I murmured, moving closer to her. She was so close to me, my breath was warm against her ear. She shivered, involuntarily, “ We’re not going to let you go.” I whispered in her ear.

“Not now. Not ever.” I whispered, with finality.

Her body. Every muscle stiffened at my touch, her body tensed like she wanted to pull away from me but now her body wasn’t responding to her commands anymore. Parts of her wanted to fight, wanted to run but the desire, the need that pulsed through her body was stronger than anything that she could deny.

I could smell it.

A sweet, intoxicating scent that made my blood burn hotter with each passing second that I spent next to her.

I could smell her desire.

Her lips parted, just slightly. I could see the tiniest hint of hesitation, a flicker or something that I couldn’t quite place. I knew what it was- resistance, fear but also need.She couldn’t stop herself.

More importantly, she didn’t want too.

She was finally leaning into the mate bond.