“I don’t give a fuck!” I blink at him in disbelief. “How are you so fucking chill about this right now?”
Alaric’s eyes shoot over to mine and I see it now. He’s not chill. He’s losing it too, but on the inside. Fuck. That snaps me back to reality.
“Don’t push me, Jamie. It’s taking everything in me not to track him down and drag him by the fucking hair back to our place.”
“I don’t see an issue with that.” Tatum huffs. “It’s where he belongs. With us. By our fucking side.”
“I know.” Alaric looks like he’s three seconds from murdering everyone in a three block radius. Normally murdery Alaric has my cock hard and dripping, but now is not the time.
Although, my cock seems to think otherwise. But I believe this mostly has to do with our omega’s scent lingering in my nose.
His honey and vanilla scent was like a shot of ecstasy right to my heart and soul. And let’s be fair, my dick too. We want him. Really fucking bad.
“Can we go talk about this in the car, please!” Alaric growls.
We follow after him as he storms towards the student parking lot. Once we’re all in the car, he turns to us. “Okay, so here’s what we’renotgoing to do. We’re not going to hunt him down and drag him back home.”
“Why the fuck not?” I glare at him.
“Because, we have to think rationally about this.”
“Since when do we do anything rationally?” Tatum asks with a cocked brow.
“Look, if it was anyone else, I’d be all for going all caveman on his ass. But that's not going to work here. Beckham isn’t your typical omega. He clearly doesn’t like us, thinks we’re too young and immature. Also, there’s the added fact that we’re his students. To him, we’re off limits. A big no-no. And being his scent matches isn’t going to change that. At least not overnight. He seems like the kind of guy to fight us on this. And if we just go in there guns blazing, we risk running him off.”
“Then we should go after him. I don’t see the issue. I say we just lock him up in the basement until he comes around.” I shrug. Images of Beckham tied to a bed flash in my head. Naked, restrained, at my mercy. Fuck. My cock jerks and my pheromones flood the car.
“You're thinking about chaining up our omega, aren’t you?” Tatum smirks at me knowingly.
“Tell me that doesn't sound like the best damn fucking idea ever.” I groan, adjusting my cock in my jeans.
“Guys, focus." Alaric barks.
“Unless the next words out of your mouth are, let’s go get our omega, I don’t wanna hear it.” I growl.
“Stop being a fucking brat.” Alaric growls back. “Or I’ll put you over my knee and spank you like one.”
A smile lifts at the corner of my lips. “And you say that like it’s some kind of punishment.”
“Fucking hell.” Alaric tosses his head back. Normally, he can handle my antics, but right now emotions are too high. So, I bite my tongue. For now.
“Okay. Okay.” I sigh heavily, waving a hand his way. “Tell us this plan.”
He glares at me, but speaks anyway. “He is the son of one of the biggest mafia families in the country. If we handle this how we normally would, we risk stepping on toes. Toes of men who have a thirst for blood. Let’s not cause an all out war.”
“I’d go to war for our omega,” Tatum says simply.
“Yeah. Me too.” I nod, agreeing.
Alaric glares harder. “Shut. Up.” He snarls. “We play the long game. We make Beckham see that we’re not the enemy. And that we’re not some young dumb kids. We show him that we can be the alphas he deserves. The alphas he needs. Tatum, help me out. We’ve been over this already.”
Tate rolls his eyes, clearly on my side of things.
“Even beating the fuck out of people didn’t help. Please be so fucking for real.”
“How do we do that?” I ask, brows furrowing. If I don’t intervene, they’ll end up beating on each other. I need to keep them on track, or we’ll all have black eyes.
“We start by respecting his space. Give him time to process what just happened. I’m sure he’s losing his mind.”
