Runaway Omega
Chapter 150 - - 150 Thou Shall Not Piss Off Their Omegas

Chapter 150: Chapter - 150 Thou Shall Not Piss Off Their Omegas

Tristan’s Point Of View

"C’mon Tristan, let’s get out now. Aren’t you tired?" Sylvester asked me, as I played with the bubbles and the jets in the tub.

"I’m tired of you guys hiding things from me..." I replied, not looking in his direction.

"Wha-!? I did nothing, I swear! What’s wrong Tristan?" Sylvester asked, picking me up out of the water.

Ironically enough, he genuinely seemed confused, and through the bonded link that we share I could tell he was being honest. Which meant the ones who were nervous and anxious were the two dummies trying to hide things from me earlier.

’Hmm? But Monday and Tuesday seem so far away... How to punish the fools?’

I pondered their punishment as Sylvester carried me off to bed. I needed a punishment that would be a punishment for them, but not so much for me. I suddenly had an epiphany. And I could feel the slow insidious smile spreading across my face.

Sylvester stopped dead in his tracks and looked down at me. Now he was nervous and worried, but he had been a good boy today. There was no need to punish him at all.

"T-Tristan... Your smile is extremely wicked. I promise I didn’t do anything wrong. Please believe me..." He pleaded as he sat me on the bed.

"I do. I believe you Sylvester. It’s totally fine. I’m fine. Everything is fine. C’mere..." I said, holding my arms open.

Sylvester walked up to me and began to dry my hair. Once he was done he tossed the towel away, and then climbed into bed with me.

He seemed genuinely shaken as he pulled me closer into his arms. He kissed my face all over, but never said a word. I knew what he wanted, but it seemed that he didn’t want to anger me, so he didn’t ask.

’Jeez... He’s too dang adorable... I said I believed him, right?’

"Sylvester, it’s fine. Do whatever you want. I said I believe you. You’re being honest, so why should I punish you?" I asked, kissing him back.

"I don’t want to make you mad. You’re really mad right now. And before you say I’m overreacting, just know our connection has basically upgraded since the mating cycle. Seeing you smile, yet feeling your barely contained rage, is twice as scary." He said, pulling the cover over the both of us.

"I promise it’s fine. It’s not you. It’s the ones sneaking around right now, who are the problem... You have nothing to worry about. So please tell me what you would like to do." I said, rubbing his arm.

’Ha-Ha-Ha... How could I ever punish a face like that?’

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Sylvester’s Point Of View

Tristan was seething under the surface. Whether he understood what it felt like for me or not, wasn’t my only concern. I couldn’t be sure, but if I had to guess... Ferdinand and Bellamy were doing something behind Tristan’s back. I could definitely feel their anxiety, and Bellamy had left the house for a bit.

I wanted to know what they were getting into too, but that smile on Tristan’s face, immediately disposed of all the curiosity that I had about anything. Then, I immediately remembered the last time he had been ready to punish Bellamy and Cole, and I shuddered.

’Nooo. No. No. No. No. Thou shall not piss off Tristan... Ever...!’

"Sylvester...? Don’t you have something to say to me?" Tristan said, grabbing my chin.

"Huh? S-Something like what?" I stammered.

Before the bath, I had been ready to ravage him completely. He had been so adorably innocent and carefree playing with everyone today, he had smiled more today than I had ever seen him smile before. They literally played until the sun went down.

By then, he had stars and unicorns on his face, and was so hopped up on sugar he couldn’t calm down. But as the sugar drained from his body and realization dawned on him, he seemed to not want to smile happily anymore...

’Seriously, it’s friggin terrifying!’

"Haaah... If you’re that worried about it, then take my mind off of it... wouldn’t that also, in theory, punish the idiots too?" Tristan shrugged.

"But what about Cole? He didn’t do anything wrong, right?" I asked, slightly concerned.

"He should be sleep by now, I don’t feel any particular emotions from him. And if he’s not, then consider it a casualty of war." Tristan replied, taking my cock into his hands.

I sucked a sharp breath in through my teeth at the unexpected touch. He was angry, and it seemed he intended to take out his frustrations on my body.

However...

I picked him up and forcefully pushed him into the bed. My pride wouldn’t let him use me as a stress reliever.

’I’m no one’s personal dildo, damn it!’

"AAH! UHN... Fuck!" Tristan cried out.

I wasted no time entering him, and even less time acclimating to the ridiculously tight squeeze he currently had around my cock. It was enough to make me cum immediately.

I began to piston my hips at a fast pace, and took Tristan’s chin into my hand, as tears began to form in his eyes.

"I love you, Tristan. Seriously... You’re so sexy when your pissed off. But even more so, when you’re honest about what you want. I’ll give it to you until you’re sick of it." I smirked, as I thrust into him deeply all at once.

I didn’t give him a chance to cry out this time, as I claimed his lips and the moan that came with them.

’R.I.P. Ferdinand and Bellamy. I hope whatever you’re doing is worth it.’

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Lyukhe’s Point Of View

"Whoa! This is your house, Master?!" Maihsson exclaimed excitedly, as the helicopter landed in my front yard.

"Yup. It’s not much, but it’s home." I replied.

At my reply, they all turned to look at me, annoyed. I didn’t know what I said to cause such a reaction, but they seemed thoroughly displeased with it.

"Master... That house is huge! What did you mean when you said, ’It’s not much’?" Wahrryn asked.

"Hahaha! I see. I’m sorry... Truth be told, my house is among the smallest of all the Mafia Kings. Honestly, I think Ferdinand’s house is the biggest, but I understand why that wouldn’t matter to you guys." I said ruffling his hair.

We all climbed out of the helicopter and I led them to the front door. When it opened before I could even touch it, all four of the Omegas gasped in shock and took a step back.

"Young Master, welcome back. I heard that you had quite the meeting..." Kihone trailed off looking at the terrified Omegas standing behind me.

"Who might these boy’s be?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Kihone, this is Wahrryn, Maihsson, Mahxim, and Jehssope. Boy’s, this is Kihone. He is the main butler of my estate." I replied with a chuckle.

"And who are they to you, Young Master?" Kihone asked, confused.

"Ah... Well, that’s..." I mumbled.

"He’s our M-Master..." Maihsson stammered out.

"Oho? I see. Well then, do come in." Kihone said, with a warm welcoming smile.

As he opened the door further, the boys eagerly walked through, holding each other’s hands. They cooed at everything and wandered around slowly, asking questions every step of the way.

"Young Master, should we assign rooms for each of them?" Kihone asked, making the boy’s stop in their tracks.

"No!" Maihsson said, defensively.

"We will stay with our master...." Wahrryn agreed.

"Heh-Heh. They can share a single room, if they ever want their own space... but they will be sleeping in my room for the most part." I said with a chuckle.

"Understood, Sir." Kihone replied, dutifully.

"See to it that the room is fitted with any and all things that could keep them occupied. Toys, games, and the like." I added.

"Master...? We don’t need our own room..." Maihsson said, looking anxious.

"It’s fine. Think of it as a playroom that you can occasionally sleep in if you get too tired. Plus, unlike you and Wahrryn, Mahxim and Jehssope don’t share that same sentiment. They might want their own room every now and then, right?" I asked, looking at Jehssope and Mahxim.

They wouldn’t meet my eyes, but nodded nonetheless.

"Then it’s fine. You boys can have whatever you want, okay? Just ask me or Kihone, and we’ll get it for you." I said.

"Master, can we see your room?" Wahrryn asked.

"Sure. I don’t see why not. It’s on the 2nd floor. Let’s go." I replied.

Once we arrived at my room, the boy’s absolutely lost their minds. They immediately began investigating the room. They even jumped on my bed, before rolling around in it with contented smiles.

"Master, this room is amazing! Your bed is really soft! And it still smells like you!" Maihsson laughed.

I had never heard any of them laugh, the sound of it made something primal stir within me. Something carnal, and all consuming... I noticed Jehssope and Mahxim stiffen, as they looked back at me in confusion. They had been extremely quiet, ever since we left the hotel. I wasn’t sure what the reason was, I just hoped that it was out of nervousness.

’I’ll protect their smiles... no matter what...’