Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame
Chapter 95: Where’s Bethany?

Chapter 95: Where’s Bethany?

"You have absolutely nowhere to run to now, Samuel." Theo bellowed. "We would be your puppet masters from here onwards." He said to the young man that looked up at him, absolute horror shining in his eyes.

"Sir, I’m so sorry. I swear I don’t know what came over me. I just saw it as an opportunity, and took it. I’m so sorry sir-" Samuel tried to plead, but Theo dug his claws further into the mans’ flesh causing him to groan midway, tears breaking through his lids unto his face.

"You are a man of war, Samuel. You know how this shit works. You do not plead, at least not now. You’ve come too far to go back, don’t you think?" Theo said, glancing briefly at the increased amount of blood that soaked the man’s shirt.

"Sir please." Samuel still pleaded.

"Cut the crap, man. This shit your doing ain’t cute at all. So just take it like a man, and die with peace in your heart okay? Because you’re really going to need it." Theo admonished, mind linking his brothers to turn off the camera so Bethany didn’t have to see the next steps they were going to take.

She sat quiet watching Theo threaten the poor man’s already miserable life, kinda glad she was only able to view but not hear them.

She saw Troy get up from his seat to the kitchen, standing before some light switches. One by one he clicked on them, in turn turning off very camera that supplied her with footage until her screen was left blank.

"These fuckers." She growled, getting up from her seat abruptly causing the seat to fall back on the tiles, stomping her way out of the office to the entrance of the basement.

She turned the handle of the door to open it, but it didn’t budge, causing her anger to almost boil over.

"What the fuck!" She shouted tugging on the metal door with all of her might and strength, hoping it was going to open, like the cupboard did, even though it looked nothing like it.

She let go of the metal door handle heaving in anger, the reality of her situation dawning on her.

He had locked her in. Why? Did he not trust her to stay put? Why would she willingly want to endanger their lives by going up there?

Why couldn’t he fucking trust her?!

Silently, she let her feet take her back to the office, her eyes distant as she picked up her seat, arranging her dress then sitting on it. Her arms folded across her chest.

’He didn’t want you to see the things they were going to do to the guy.’ Maria informed tentatively, hoping her host wasn’t going to go ballistic on her.

"Okay. " Bethany responded out loud. "That’s understandable. But the doors? Do you have an explanation for that as well?" She asked, a tiny bit of her hoping her wolf had a response to or reason, something to pacify thr anger she was feeling.

"I don’t." Maria said quietly, her massive head ducked.

"Good." She said almost in a whisper. "Then let him explain himself, by himself."

’But he probably did it to protect you, he didn’t know what to expect.’ Maria pressed.

"Maria. I love you,but would you please let him explain for himself?" Bethany asked, sounding a bit pissed.

’Okay.’ Maria responded, tucking her tail between her legs, a little stressed.

Bethany stared into the transparent wall, her mind empty and waiting. Waiting patiently for her mate.

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"Done." Troy said, coming back to his seat.

"Thank you." Theo said, retracting his claws from Samuel’s shoulder, causing him to release a very piercing groan as blood poured from his shoulder onto the couch, his hand doing nothing to reduce the bleeding despite how much pressure he put on the injury.

"Shit." Theo cursed, cleaning his bloodied hands on the dry side of Samuel’s shirt. "Now I have I get a new couch and rug."

"Next time you stay away from blood vessels." Tristan said, partly satisfied with the sight before him. He wanted more, but the man was pretty dead, seeing how fast he was bleeding out.

"You should call the clean up crew. It’s easier to clean fresh blood." Troy said walking away, into the kitchen. He opened a cupboard, pulling out a sealed bottle of whiskey and a glass.

He poured himself three shots and downed it all at once, shutting his eyes tightly as his throat burned.

The whole ambush thing had had him very worked up, so worked up he couldn’t help but crave a very strong drink.

Shaking off the warmth that now coursed through him, he dropped the glass on the table, sighing.

"How you faring?" Theo asked coming up beside him, pouring over four shots into the glass, downing it all in two huge sips.

"In a limbo." Troy quipped, taking the cup from him and pouring himself another glass.

"Quite expected." Theo said, sighing. "I’m sorry for shouting the way I did that day. I shouldn’t have. I was just so pissed, and wasn’t thinking."

"You don’t have to apologize. She’s your mate as well, so you had every right to be pissed." Troy countered sighing. " I just wish I knew how to come out from this limbo."

"The only way you can come out is by walking through it. Accepting that it happened." Theo said, staring at nothing in particular.

"That’s the only way you can move forward. Fighting it, escaping it, all that isn’t going to work. Walk through it, learn from it, and when you finally make it out, you would never go back in ever again." Theo admonished, taking the glass from him and pouring himself another glass.

"Looks like there’s a party. Why wasn’t I invited?" Tristan asked rhetoritically, stealing Theo’s glass, downing all its contents in one go, sighing in relief as the warmth from the drink spread through him.

Apparently the case had affected everyone and not just Troy.

"Party popper." Theo whined, earning an eye roll from Tristan.

"Child." He retorted, pouring himself another drink. "Where’s Bethany?" He asked Theo stopping his pouring midair.

"Shit!"

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