Edgar turns toward me, gives me a malicious smile, then leans down and presses his lips to Blue’s soft ones, a taste I know so well, and the sight feels like a stab from a knife.
My nerves are shot, I hate the whole fucking gamble. I went against the one rule every mated alpha would never wantto break. I made this happen so Blue would be touched and abused…
I feel like the worst scumbag, but I still believe it might be ouronlychance.
If the NFH combatants finally come in here, the whole thing is a lost cause. It has to happen now, before it’s too late.
Marcel watches the kiss with narrowed lips, like he underestimated his own possessiveness, especially since Edgar seems to be enjoying it, and I say through clenched teeth, "End this, Marcel."
But then…
Edgar slowly pulls back, breaking the kiss, and at the same time my eyes meet Blue’s, and what is almost shocking is that the calm is still there, like none of this is shaking him at all. Then I see a faint, reassuring smile on his lips, still damp from Edgar’s kiss, meant for me, almost like a signal.
I don’t know what exactly it means, but one thing is clear, that calm reaches me too and gives me hope that it all leads in the right direction.
Marcel takes a few steps closer, watching Edgar carefully, and asks, "How do you feel?"
"Hard, for sure," Edgar says with a grin, crudely slapping his crotch, and Marcel snorts in irritation. "That’s not what I’m asking, idiot. I mean whether he poisoned you."
"Doesn’t seem like it, I feel normal," Edgar replies, still looking satisfied, then takes off Blue's breastplate and lowers his mouth toward Blue’s neck, pulling at the collar of his shirt. He's acting like a typical alpha, instinctively searching for an omega’s glands, sniffing around them, but Marcel suddenly stops him.
"Wait a second," he says, and Edgar snaps back, already worked up and clearly still pissed at Marcel,
"For fuck’s sake, can you back off and stop interfering? I know more about fucking omegas than you do."
"But your brain is too small to notice that Blue has glands!" Marcel shoots back, and Edgar snorts.
"So what, seriously you’re weird, Marcel, newsflash, omegas have glands, and I’m about to leave him a hickey…"
"You idiot, you don’t understand anything. He had his glands surgically removed, everyone in this country has heard that story, and I can clearly see them right now," Marcel says as he leans over Blue, bringing his nose close to the glands and sniffing as if to check whether they’re real, then he reaches out and actually presses them.
Blue takes it all in silence while Marcel mutters, "That doesn’t look like the result of cosmetic work, but the real thing!"
But then a super annoyed Edgar, clearly wanting to move on, snaps, "Can you fuck off? I don’t know why this matters so much. He’s got glands, whatever, get over it," which earns him a smack on the back of the head from Marcel.
"What the fuck!" Edgar hisses, raising his hand defensively, and Marcel exhales in frustration, then turns toward me and fixes me with his gaze.
"I’ll admit, I missed that." His pale blue eyes study me closely.
"What are you rambling about?" I mutter.
Marcel keeps staring at me for a while.
"Now that would be interesting. Tell me, if I killed you, would I kill Blue too?"
The silence in the room falls so deep that I can only hear the pounding of our hearts, mine and Blue’s… speeding up. Did I underestimate Marcel? Is he really this sharp?
But that is when I notice Edgar straightening as he lifts his hand and rubs his head lightly, then starts walking toward me and crouches by my legs.
"What are you doing?" Marcel snarls, glaring at the alpha. "Is the cable loose?"
Edgar says nothing, and I watch him, slightly surprised, because I haven’t moved even a millimeter, yet he still starts pulling something from his pocket casually enough that Marcel doesn’t notice.
He just repeats, "What are you doing, Edgar? Gunman tied that cable, I think we can trust him," and then Edgar mutters something under his breath in a raspy voice that sounds like, "What the hell?"
Marcel blinks in shock and steps back as his face goes pale, then says sharply, "Leave him and step away from him," but at that exact moment I feel Edgar make a quick, almost imperceptible movement, cutting through the metal cable.
What is happening? I think as I glance at Blue, whose eyes are narrowed and intensely fixed on Edgar, while Marcel is staring at him too, but with anger and frustration. Then his gaze drops to the cable, which slips lower once cut, making it obvious what just happened.
