Runaway Omega
Chapter 115 - - 115 Not A Threat, But A Promise

Chapter 115: Chapter - 115 Not A Threat, But A Promise

Naithynn’s Point Of View

’Stupid fucking lab-made Omega!’

I couldn’t believe my unfortunate luck! The stupid bastard had a home grown tracking system inside him, and to make matters worse, it was actually working!

We were flying at a maddening speed through the sky at day break. The destination: unknown. The time limit: fucking limited! It turned out that with Zachariah’s help, they had successfully shut down the city and the Demhongade Air Squad was even getting involved.

My plan would never come to fruition if they successfully caught us once we landed. The only saving grace I had was that they couldn’t outright blow us out of the sky without putting Tristan at risk too. The problem was that we did not have infinite fuel, and I was starting to see the appeal of getting blown out the sky the more Tristan watched me panic with that smug grin of his.

"Sir? What should we do? At this rate no matter where we land they will capture us..." Fehlione asked.

"What are the fuel gages at?" I asked.

"We topped off before we left. So we have about 75% left. But is that really the biggest concern here...?" Mahrcus asked.

"Yes for the time being, it is. It’s not like they can shoot us out of the sky with him on board too. So what else can they do but follow us?" I asked.

"Or, hear me out... You could also just give up and land. Maybe I’ll put in a good word and make them go easy on you. After all, this is all because of a big misunderstanding, right?" Tristan said.

"You shut the fuck up! I don’t need you to do anything for me! What could those two do to me anyway? They aren’t even fighters. I’d kick their asses just for thinking of approaching me with hostility! Know your place!" I yelled angrily.

The last thing I wanted to do was owe this asshole any favors. Not only that, but he couldn’t even be trusted to keep his word. Omegas had no honor, much less this lab rat.

–Naithynn, this is Zachariah. What are you doing man? Why not just land and let’s talk about this...

I heard him say through the radio channel. For the first time since I began my plan, I hesitated. Zachariah was an honorable man. So if he promised a peaceful solution, then I could trust his words. Unfortunately, I had no excuse for my impulsive behavior. I grabbed the intercom button and readied my reply.

"If you can promise a peaceful solution, then I’d be willing to listen." I replied.

–Naithynn, you attacked me and my guests, unprovoked. You have to know there will be some repercussions, right?

He was right. I never stopped to consider what would happen if Zachariah was involved in my plan, but knocking them out was the only peaceful way I could think of, so I wouldn’t have to fight them all.

"And you have to know that I didn’t have to knock you all out. It was a nonviolent action, Zachariah." I replied.

–That’s true, but there are two major flaws in your argument. One: It occurred at my place of business and involved me and my innocent staff members. And Two: You all but declared war on me, Ferdinand, and Sylvester by doing this...

"What are you talking about? I never declared war on you, Zachariah!" I yelled, confused.

–You attacked us, and stole Tristan, who was put under my care and protection. Making me appear inadequate and untrustworthy, at the very least. I won’t ask for your reasons, but you have to know that whatever they are, they’re not enough. You should also know that Ferdinand and Sylvester have finished their mission, and will be heading back shortly. Do you really want to involve your brothers in another war?

I ground my teeth in frustration. Nothing was going right, and everything was a pointless mess now. I was getting increasingly annoyed with everything, but my pride wouldn’t let me give up.

–You listen to me you little bitch, I don’t give a shit what Zachariah promises you. If you touched even a single strand of hair on Tristan’s head violently, I’ll beat the fuck out of you! If your brothers want to protect a piece of shit like you, I’ll turn you into a siblingless orphan bastard! Land the fucking Helo, and take this ass whoopin’ like a man!

It was clear that the voice belonged to one of Tristan’s mates, but I had no idea which one. His threat was hilarious however. To think he assumed he could harm me in any way, was laughable.

"I don’t know you, nor do I care to know. But if you keep threatening me I’ll–"

–You shut that disgusting hole in your face right damn now, and land the fucking Helo!

Suddenly, I had an idea. I honestly couldn’t stand them– I even believed they were nothing more than leeching scum– but as the old adage went...

’The enemy of my enemy, is my friend.’

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Tristan’s Point Of View

I had put on a brave face for too long. While I was confident that Bellamy would retrieve me, Naithynn was much more stubborn and ignorant than I had initially thought. To make matters worse, I had already reached my limit.

I leaned against the window and clutched my head. My eyes could no longer focus, and the vibrations of the helicopter– and the constant motion of it all– was literally going to kill me. My head felt like it was going to split wide open. I could hear Naithynn having a heated discussion with Zachariah, but I couldn’t focus enough anymore to listen. And since I wasn’t wearing a headset, I couldn’t hear the other side.

"I’m going to need some tissues, if you have some... It’s urgent..." I groaned.

"What the hell for–" Naithynn yelled angrily, only to come up short when my nose began to bleed profusely.

"Whaa? What the hell is happening to you!?" Naithynn yelled.

"Not that you deserve to know... But I’ve been away from my Alphas for too long..." I replied.

"Well not that I care, but I don’t have any tissues for you. Don’t get your disgusting blood on my shit, dumbass." He growled.

"Wow, a piece of shit to your core..." I sighed.

"Ha! You have no idea... Mahrcus, head to the Chastaine estate." Naithynn said, chuckling.

That name struck a cord with me. I couldn’t place where I had heard it or who it was, but everything about the way Naithynn was acting put me on edge, and made my hackles rise.

I grabbed the bridge of my nose, and tried to stop the bleeding as best as I could. The bleeding didn’t lessen in the slightest, so I removed the shirt that Naithynn had put on me in a hurry, and used it instead.

Since my only option of escape right now was a plummet to my death, he undid my bindings. I was grateful for the change of pace, but not enough to forgive him.

"Tristan. Call off your mates." Naithynn said, suddenly taking me by surprise.

"Why would I ever do such a thing?" I asked, confused.

I may have days where I’m slow and can’t keep up with a conversation, but there was no world where telling Bellamy to go back made sense.

"We are headed to a place where he will be gunned down out of the sky. Is that what you want?" He demanded.

"Wouldn’t that put us in danger too? Nothing you’re saying makes any sense." I said.

"Would you shoot down someone bringing you a precious gift?" Naithynn smirked.

The nervous and anxious look on his face was long gone. He was now much more relaxed and waay too sure of himself.

"Haah... just land already. If I’m away from my mates for much longer, I’ll be a dead gift... idiot." I groaned.

I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. To make matters worse, this was probably the longest amount of time I had ever been away from my Alphas. I didn’t actually know what would happen to me, or how bad things would get.

"Well then I guess you better call them off soon. Or else you’ll be two Alphas short of completion... Hmm? I wonder what would happen if some of your mates died?" Naithynn asked in deep curious contemplation.

He seemed genuinely curious. I however, knew exactly what would happen if even just one of them died. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t imagine a worse hell, than losing any of them. Nothing would feel the same ever again, and life would definitely become empty.

My body began to slowly heat up, and I felt insanely nauseous. My throat felt dry, and my body was beginning to tremble.

"Call them off, Tristan. We’re nearing our destination. Would you like to watch them get blown up? Your pheromones seem to be getting stronger too. Maybe I’ll have you service me in full view of your mate’s, as they get blasted out of the sky. The last thing they’ll see before they die, is their precious mate enjoying another man." He said, running a thumb across my lips.

I flinched and smacked his hand away, with a glare. He was being an annoying asshole now. But it didn’t matter what he said, I felt like I would die any moment now. Naithynn placed a headset on my head.

"Now, do as I say, and I’ll spare their miserably useless lives." He said.

’Haaah... What should I frikkin do now?’