Runaway Omega
Chapter 135 - - 135 The Meeting Of The Kings Continues (Part 3)

Chapter 135: Chapter - 135 The Meeting Of The Kings Continues (Part 3)

Lyukhe’s Point Of View

"C’mon guys... Please calm down..." Tristan groaned.

I had to agree, their pheromones were a touch too much, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one to say anything. Those guys had been staring holes into Naithynn and Rahzden the whole time.

Even if I knew they deserved it, even if they brought this upon themselves, the thought of seeing Ferdinand rip their throats out like those helpless men yesterday, unnerved me.

I didn’t want to plead on their behalf, but I also didn’t want to watch them die, either. There was only one person crazy enough to threaten these guys right now, and he was doing a wonderful job.

"Either cut it out or I’m leaving, without you!" Tristan yelled, angrily.

This knocked the fight out of everyone, they all turned their glares toward Tristan, but he didn’t seem phased at all. He clutched his chest and tried to steady his breathing as best he could. Seeing him stand up to them really reminded me just how different my Omegas were. I hoped one day they could meet Tristan, he’d be good for their health for sure.

"Tristan...? Are you okay?" Cole asked looking worried.

"No. Let’s just get this shit over with and go home! I’m fucking tired!" He replied angrily.

And with that, all the fight was gone. In its place were sad, apologetic looks, and resolve.

"Zachariah, sir?" Tristan squeezed out.

"Yes, little one?" Zach replied.

"I’ll hear their excuses now. Naithynn and Rahzden, before either of you start playing the blame game... I want you to understand that everyone else has paid the ultimate price. They are all dead. Hastings, Danhiel, Chastaine, all dead. The only ones left to answer for their crimes, are you. Do not waste my time!" Tristan said, pointedly.

At his declaration, both Naithynn and Rahzden looked sick to their stomachs. They had put on brave faces before, but now it was clear that all the responsibilities would fall on them, as a result of everyone else’s demise.

"Naithynn, you will go first..." Zachariah said, standing up and removing his gag.

Naithynn worked his jaw a bit, but didn’t speak for a while. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to formulate a lie or excuse that wouldn’t get him killed, but he was failing miserably.

"I acted without thought or reason. I was angry and jealous, nothing more. I only ask that you don’t punish my brothers as well. I have no excuses and no grand plan in mind. I was just too stubborn to give up when I should have. I’m sorry..." Naithynn said.

"And the punishment?" Zachariah asked Ferdinand and Co.

"Well I for one would like to be–"

"He should be stripped of his Kingship title and live with his brothers. He should learn the true definition of a King before ever assuming said role again. I think there should also be a 5 year period that he cannot become a King again no matter what. During that time he should visit the other facilities and Duhtchies to see how a Duhtchy should be run and how it’s people should be cared for... and Bellamy gets to punch him twice." Tristan said, determined.

Everyone else however was staring at him in shock. I’d rather take an ass whoopin from Bellamy than lose my Kingship title. That was a veritable death sentence in itself. The silver lining was that he wouldn’t be ostracized or cast out and could live with his brothers, but...

"Do you all accept those terms?" Zachariah asked.

Naithynn nodded solemnly, while Ferdinand and Sylvester grimaced and didn’t meet anyone’s gaze. Bellamy slowly rose from his seat and handed Tristan to Ferdinand, before he made his way over to Naithynn with a smug grin on his face.

"Haaah... even when he shouldn’t be, my mate really is a magnanimous being..." Bellamy chuckled darkly, as he cocked his fist back and slammed it directly into Naithynn’s nose. He then backhanded him so hard, a tooth literally went flying out of Naithynn’s mouth.

"Don’t! If I watch you baby him, I’ll punch you too! Sit the fuck down, he won’t die from that shit!" Bellamy growled at Waihlynn and Aidehynn who had begun to stand. He then wiped his bloody hand on Aidehynn’s shirt and then headed back to his seat.

’Good Gods, he’s so damn terrifying...’

"Haaah... and Rahzden...?" Zachariah said, releasing the gag on his mouth next.

"So just for clarification, you guys killed Danhiel and Chastaine?" Rahzden asked, holding back laughter.

"Yes." Tristan replied.

"And her bastard son?" Rahzden asked.

"None of your concern." Zachariah replied.

At that, Rahzden burst out in full laughter. He seemed to be insanely happy about something. So much so, that he glared at Tristan mockingly as he spoke his peace.

"You can give me whatever punishment you see fit. You won’t be able to laugh about it for long. I’m not sorry about anything. Your place is at the heel of a master and nothing more. If you thought Danhiel and Chastaine were monsters... Ahahahaha! You have no idea!" Rahzden said through thick laughter, and cruel eyes.

"Good. Since you’re so unapologetic, you should be stripped of your Kingship title forever, and banished to Whastelahnd until the end of your days. And Ferdinand, Sylvester, and Bellamy can do with you what they will." Tristan shrugged.

This Omega was well versed in the ways of the Mafia Kings. I wasn’t sure how much he knew or how long he’d known about it, but it was clear he knew how to hit, and what would hurt. Rahzden’s smile faded from his lips, and was replaced with an angry scowl.

"How is my treatment worse than Naithynn’s!? I did nothing wrong!?" Rahzden yelled.

"The way you ran your facility was deplorable. The facility under your name invaded my home and took my siblings. The detestable men you put in charge of your facility had no problem raping and traumatizing underage children for fun. You seem steadfast in your unrepentant ways, so I will remain steadfast in my hatred towards you. I hope you fucking die!" Tristan said, his eyes turned a bright luminous green and his pheromones flared excessively.

"Fuck you, you stupid whore!" Rahzden yelled.

*BLAM*

"That’s the last time you get to disrespect my mate in front of me. Now, you can either go to the Whastelahnd whole, or as a cripple. You choose." Ferdinand growled angrily.

All the other Kings swiftly moved to the other side of the room, behind Ferdinand and Co. no way did we want to chance a stray bullet. The first shot was a flesh wound to the upper arm, but there was no telling just how stupid Rahzden was planning to be.

*BZZZ... BZZZ... BZZZ*

Just then, my phone began to vibrate. I took it out my chest pocket and noticed it was a number from my hotel. I answered it without even thinking about where I was, or what was happening.

"Hello?"

–Maaaster... We’re boored! When are you coming back?

It took everything in me not to laugh. Here I was worried something was wrong or that something had happened, but they were just bored.

*VZZZ... VZZZ... VZZZ...*

Suddenly, I heard a phone going off to my left, and realized it was Santiago’s phone going off. With how he answered the phone, I could tell it was his Omega as well. Then I had an epiphany of sorts.

–Master...? Are you listening to me?

"Yes Wahrryn. I’m listening. I want you boys to do me a favor. Can you do that?"

–Yes! Anything!

"I want you to go down the hall to room 62550 and keep the Omega there company. He’s probably scared and lonely too. His Master is also here at this meeting. We’ll be done soon, so just keep him company until we return, okay?" I said.

–An Omega? Is he mean? What’s his name? Now I’m too scared. Do we have to?

"He’s a nice kid. He was abused just like you in that place. I don’t know his name, so you’ll have to ask him yourself. This is probably the only chance you’ll get to see him for a while, so go make friends while you can... You said anything, didn’t you?"

–Okay Master... We’ll go... But if he’s mean we’re leaving!

"Okay. Don’t forget the room key."

–Okay Master... I miss you...

"Yeah, you boys be good. Don’t cause any problems. I’ll see you soon. Miss you too."

*Click*

"Seriously! Do you think it’s okay to treat me like this!? No matter what that bastard says, I’M STILL A KING!"

*BLAM*

"You are nothing. You are an insignificant blight, in my mate’s way." Bellamy said, shooting Rahzden’s other arm.

"Fuck! Don’t you want to know who will be coming for you next!?" Rahzden pleaded.

"It doesn’t matter, our information says it’s Danhiel’s uncle on his father’s side. He’s also the potential father of Chastaine’s bastard son. But none of that matters. He will meet the same fate as his nephew if he comes for what is mine." Sylvester said, slapping Rahzden across the face with the butt of his gun.

"You’re all idiots!" Rahzden yelled.

Those seemed to be his final words, as he was then beat mercilessly by Ferdinand, Sylvester, and Bellamy. Jaymehsyn then had the unconscious man dragged out of the room.

"Well that concludes this Summit meeting. Go home. Get some rest. And prepare for the new changes." Zachariah said with a weary sigh.

Everyone gave their farewells and high tailed it out of the room. Taking in note that Tristan was just as fearsome as his damn mates.

’Omegas really are like tiny forces of nature!’