Rather than the Omega I can scent, the first thing I see is a fucking titan-sized Alpha stomping forward. He’s got a mask on the lower half of his face. Can’t blame him for that.
Shit. My mind gets foggy, and I blink, shaking it to clear my thoughts. His dominance is weak, which makes no fucking sense, but trying to form a clear thought is already a struggle.
“You can’t be in here!” The seven-thousand-foot skyscraper of a man bellows as he stops before us.
Scott’s scent might be hidden, but his dominance isn’t. Neither is the way he shakes with anger as he glares up at the concrete building standing before us. Despite the size difference between Scott and this other Alpha, he seems unbothered by the big-ass dude.
“That’s my son in that bed,” Scott hisses in an even, well-controlled tone, just as several Omega whimpers steal the last of my sanity. I shift; there's a tightness in my pants that makes my cheeks heat. Great, now I’m hard and blushing about it. The Omega hidden behind this guy isn’t holding anything back, her pheromones heavy around us.
“Sorry, sir,” Gigantor says, nodding his head once as he steps out of the way. Scott glances at him, eyes narrowing, but doesn’t say anything else. He makes a disgusted face, and I follow him further inside until I see the source of the intoxicating scent.
There’s a beauty straddling Beau’s hips. She’s wearing a t-shirt, and for some reason her body being hidden from Scott makes me feel a sense of relief. He’s a creep and doesn’t deserve to see her. She doesn’t deserve to be exposed to his sneer, either.
Her head whips around, hazel eyes large as she looks at us over her shoulder. Oh, she’s hot as fuck. Petite, curvy, full lips, and a cute nose. Just looking at her and breathing in her scent makes me want to protect her.
The fuck?The idea takes me by complete surprise. I don’t even know her name, but I suddenly want to protect her. What kind of witchcraft does she have in her scent?
Under all the delicious rose and vanilla, it smells like a distillery in this room. Fucking hell, did they drink the booze or take a bath in it? I have to tuck my face into the collar of my shirt and breathe through my mouth to keep my head clear as her pheromones nearly overwhelm me once again.
Scott makes this disgusted sound in the back of his throat, sneering.
“That’s enough!” he shouts, and my eyes narrow as she flinches, curling in on herself, but there’s more than just fear there. It’s gone in the blink of an eye, but I know I saw it. Pure violence behind those long black lashes.
“S-sorry!” She giggles before hiccuping and rolling off the Beta as he clutches a sheet to his chest. He snorts as she flops about, but as I stare at him, something looks off.
He’s hard to read. The way he checks every exit every few seconds before fixing his eyes on his father, never once looking my way, isn’t what I’d expect. Not from a drunk who was just caught naked with a woman by his freak-ass father.
I glance over to Scott, frowning. I’ve been more intimidated by bottled water than I am by this guy. He’s powerful, I can’t deny that, but his power isn’t physical. It’s monetary. It’s social. It’s the unknown. I’ve met many rich assholes in my life. Some of them think money buys them the right to everything. To everyone. They hate anyone they can’t control.
His dominance is weaker than a toothpick. So why is a Beta, his own son no less, watching him like he’s the biggest threat in the room and not the double-decker Alpha in the corner?
“Beaumont Xavier Hunnam…” Scott growls, his voice colder than the tone he used to threaten me with. “Introduce me to yourfriends.” He spits the word “friends” with so much disgust I’m a little shocked.
“This is my girlfriend, Dream Daniels. And her security guard, uh…” Beau sits up, squinting at the mammoth still off to the side. “Something I don’t remember.” He chuckles, falling back against his pillow.
“Thor,” the Alpha grunts from behind his mask, nodding once. Scott’s eye twitches as he looks from Thor, then back to Dream, while clenching and unclenching his small fists. Smallerfists than the Omega on the bed has. She might even be taller than Scott. Hard to tell while she’s lying down, though.
“Meet your newbodyguard,Hudson.” Scott sneers for the fifth time.
I squint at that because at no point has Scott referred to me as a bodyguard. Just his son’s babysitter.
Beau’s eyes finally meet mine, and when they do, it’s like I’m being struck in the chest by an iron rod. He’s beautiful in a haunting way, but what knocks me off kilter is the fear I plainly see now. It’s undeniable.
Beside me, Scott snorts, breaking the spell. He’s smirking as Beau and I both look at him.
“Unlike the others, you won’t be able to get rid of him because he owes me a debt he can’t repay any other way, and his father offered him up to me on a platter.” Scott smacks his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it. The move is probably meant to make it look like I’m a part of his team or some shit, but because I’m so much taller, he just looks stupid. “He answers to me. Reports to me. Daily. Follows my orders andmyorders alone. I suggest youbehave, Beau. If you don’t, I’ll know immediately.”
Beau’s eyes snap to me once again. They’re clear now. No longer dazed by all the booze he’s been consuming. The Omega on the bed beside him curls into his side. The smile from before is gone as he wraps his arm around her back, and she rests her head on his chest.
“Given the bullshit you’ve been pulling with your trackers.” Scott’s grin turns slimy, and I even find myself shifting away from him. “I thought, what better way to keep you in line than to make sure you’resafe? At all times.”
He’s got trackers on his son? Fuck, Dad and I had everything so, so fucking wrong, and I can’t even tell him that until fuck knows when. And what did Scott mean by “unlike the others”? Has Beau’s father done this before? Jesus. What the fuck?
“Dad,” Beau mutters, red-rimmed eyes burning with tears. My instincts go a little wild, as something in my chest urges me to protect him. He’s a Beta, not an Omega, and while my instincts don’t usually go so wild for Betas, something about Beau is different.
He’s not small, exactly, but he’s smaller than I am. Big eyes that try so hard to hide but scream with fear.
“I’ll see you soon,Son,” Scott says, spitting the last word out before turning his back on all of us. I watch him leave, frowning. There’s a burning need clawing at my chest to uncover whatever it is that I’m missing here.
