Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame
Chapter 90: Right here, Right now.

Chapter 90: Right here, Right now.

"Princess." Troy whispered into her hair, inhaling a lung full of her scent, his heart rate normalizing. "I’m so sorry, baby. I’m really sorry."

"It’s okay." She said, as he pulled away softly. "It happens."

"No, Princess. I really shouldn’t have done that. I should have handled it better. I’d gotten it so many years ago, but I acted like I just got it yesterday. That was fucked up." He apologized, his eyes sad and sunken, Bethany’s heart couldn’t help but ache.

He looked so underfed and spent.

"It’s okay, Troy. I swear. I was just shocked but that’s about it. I’m not angry with you or anything. I’m serious." She tried to pacify him, her hand on his chest.

She could feel Tristan and Theo’s heavy gazes on them. It didn’t make her uncomfortable but it made her feel a bit too self conscious.

"You don’t have to be angry with me before I apologize, Princess. I’m apologizing because I wronged you. I should have done it sooner-"

"And it’s gone, Troy. It’s passed. I’m okay. Completely fine. I’d love to hear the story one day, but for now it’s okay." She assured him, pecking his cheek, the warmth coursing through her amplifying.

"I’ve missed you." She couldn’t help but admit, looking into his eyes.

"I’ve missed you too." Troy said, beyond elated. She’d missed him. She wasn’t pissed at him, nor disappointed.

How he was going to be better for her he couldn’t say, but he had to figure it out fast because he couldn’t afford to cause her pain anymore.

"C’mon. Let’s go in." Troy said, taking her hand from his chest, holding it firmly in his. "Tristan’s dying to meet you."

’Me too.’ She thought, her cheeks reddening.

He led her to the porch where Tristan and Theo stood, no longer conversing. Their sour moods dissipating upon her arrival.

Bethany glanced at Theo briefly with worried eyes, before heading to Tristan, who pulled her into a bear hug, nuzzling her already tousled hair.

"I’ve missed you." He muttered, looking into her eyes, making no effort to hide his affection and need for her.

"I’ve missed you too." She said, smiling. "How have you been?" She asked, her arms around his lower back as she peered at his face, taking note of the lines of stress that etched unto his facial skin, making him look older.

"You’ve been busy." She pointed before he could respond.

"Yes, Princess." He said chuckling a bit. "I have. How about you, hope you had fun, at least." He asked a bit of hope in his voice.

"Yes. I had a lot of fun. Although some women and his ex kept distracting us." She said, turning back to look at Theo who couldn’t help but chuckle at her remark.

"Oh please, you’ve got three of us. I’m sure you can afford to share." Tristan said, gaining back her attention.

"No way. I don’t share." She said without holding back, shaking her head.

"Oh wow. Someone’s stingy." Troy chimed, opening the door so they could walk in.

"I’m not being stingy. They can get theirs." She said shrugging. "Unless y’all don’t mind sharing me . I could think of a couple of guys." She said mischievously, eyeing the three of them as she walked into the cabin.

"You’re being a bad girl." Tristan bellowed behind her, Theo and Troy following suit.

"I’m not. You started it." Beth said, seating on a love seat, crossing her legs.

The boys sat on the other seats, the tension from earlier still hovering over them like a dark cloud despite Bethany’s efforts to lighten the mood.

"Point made. But you’d still get punished." Tristan chimed, but his response didn’t hold as much enthusiasm as it had before. It was like they’d suddenly remembered why they were in the cabin in the first place.

Sighing, she decided to stop trying to boil a rock, hoping it was going to soften. "So.. are you guys going to talk about what happened or do you guys require space?" She asked, muttering the last part.

"Princess-" Troy started to say, but she cut him off.

"I’m not leaving though." She said, leaning in further into her seat. "I’m not going to be some Luna that would sit in some room while you guys talk about and handle all the serious stuff." She said plainly.

"Princess, that’s why you have three mates. We can’t have you thinking for us. We have our heads to do that." Tristan tried to explain.

"And I don’t care if you think you’re enough. What would you have me do? Go sit by some window and paint my fucking nails?" Bethany asked, her tone rising indicating her sour her mood was becoming.

What was the big deal? Why couldn’t they let her reason with them? Was it because she was female? Or an Omega? Or because she didn’t have any experience?

"Okay." Theo said. "You can be with us. But you have to know that we didn’t want you to stay because we didn’t want to stress you especially with everything that had just happened, not because we thought you weren’t capable. And secondly, you’re probably going to hear a lot of scary stuff; please try not to panic." He explained.

He honestly didn’t want her to stay, neither did his brothers, but he knew Bethany. The chances that she was going to storm off with any of their cars was very high, and they couldn’t have her out there, with their assailants in the wind.

"Thanks for your explanation, but I can handle more than you think." She said, her anger still very evident.

"We know, Princess. We never doubted you." Troy pacified, softly.

"Better." She muttered, sighing.

"Alright. With that settled, we can get to business." Tristan said, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees. "You ready, Princess?" He asked, looking at her.

"Yes, I am."

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"What do we know?" Tristan asked, looking at his brothers as Bethany sat put, attention piqued.

"Samuel said they were there to ambush me." Theo said.

"No marks or anything? No insignia?" Tristan asked, the weight of his last two words weighing on their chests.

"None." Theo said. "I couldn’t even get a whiff of sour energy from them." He added, his voice laced with irritation.

"They were probably not close enough." Troy reasoned.

"Yeah, that’s true." Tristan concurred, but Theo wasn’t remotely pacified. They had gotten to them, under his watch. He had thought of how bitter things could have gone if he hadn’t called in Samuel crew to shadows them. How would he have explained to his brothers, or to his mate who looked up to him for protection?

His brothers wanted to delibrate on this alittle more in case it had something to do with the network, even though all they wanted to do so badly was storm that building and blow their fucking brains out, since they could tear them limb to limb, much to his dismay.

"I just want their blood. That’s all." Theo said, letting his head fall back on the cushion.

"So we know nothing? We’d wait on Samuel’s report?" He asked his brothers. He was triggering them, and he knew they knew he was, but he didn’t care. They weren’t the ones that were out there with her when it happened.

Honestly, his anger was bubbling so high he was beginning to care less about triggering the network.

"You can hack into the surveillance, while I and Troy make some calls." Tristan said, smartly maneuvering Theo’s bait, giving him a pointed look . He knew he had one of his super computers stashed somewhere.

"Fine." Theo said, already on his feet, heading deep into the cabin, leaving his brothers and Bethany.

"What do I do?" She asked, looking at them, not sure she was going to like the task they were going to give her.

"Umm.." Troy drawled, turning to Tristan for some help. Upon receiving none, he just said the first thing that popped in his head.

"You can make dinner. It’s almost five. Although I’m not sure his fridge has anything tangible." He said, muttering the last part, looking away from the heavy scowl that sat on her face.

"So, you ain’t got no files I can look through?" She asked, a little pissed. She couldn’t exactly blame them, it’s not like she could help Theo check the surveillance or help them make any calls.

"I’m sorry, Princess. But if there’s nothing in stock, you can join Theo. He could use a second pair of eyes with the surveillance footage." Troy proposed, getting up from his seat, coming before her.

"Or you can come to me, I know how to keep you busy." He said smirking, ruffling her hair softly, walking out the door to the porch, leaving her looking like a cherry.

Her gaze rose from the floor to Tristan’s darkening gaze, she couldn’t help but swallow the lump that had quickly formed in her throat.

"I suggest you start moving, or I might eat you right here, right now."

"I’m going to head to the kitchen." She muttered, speed walking to the adjoining massive kitchen, Tristan’s heavy gaze on her.

Fucking asshole.