Runaway Omega
Chapter 40 - - 40 What The Fuck!?

Chapter 40: Chapter - 40 What The Fuck!?

Rohan’s Point Of View

"No seriously, what the hell was that?" I asked Jasper, confused.

"That’s the reason you shouldn’t roam the hallways here right now. The reason why only a select few Alphas are allowed in the house, and the reason why you will die if you ever speak of it again." Jasper said sternly.

The dining room still had a strong lingering scent of strawberry champagne. My heart rate was through the roof, and it felt like the room was spinning. I couldn’t understand why no one else was freaking out like I was, but upon closer inspection I could see Jasper, Payhne, and Raihne breathing heavy and trying to control themselves.

"Seriously, how can his mates be this careless and useless. I seriously don’t get it..." Kaleb grumbled.

I was beginning to understand what he meant and agree with him, until Delcain cut my thoughts short.

"What is it you think they should do, tie him up somewhere and not let him see anyone for a week? Do you ever think about anyone but yourself Kaleb? I don’t understand how you can be such an asshole to someone who literally lived only for your well-being and happiness for nearly three whole years. What did he do that makes you so unreasonable all of a sudden?" Delcain yelled.

Kaleb said nothing in return. There was an awkward silence hanging over the dining room, no one wanted to say anything.

"If you must know, Tristan’s body is rejecting the new suppressants Bellamy made. On top of that everything happening to him right now is new for everyone involved. So it’s unreasonable to demand action when no one even knows what’s happening to him." Delcain said with a sigh.

This news took everyone by surprise, the twins, the girls, everyone.

"What do you mean it’s rejecting the suppressants? They were Tailor-made just for him weren’t they?" Raihne asked, dumbfounded.

"Yes they were. And this information comes from Tristan himself. Not only does the suppressant not work but as we saw, he is currently struggling with fatigue and a lack of appetite as well. He’s going through hell, so the least we could do is be there for him when he needs us." Delcain said.

"The boss and the others must be going through hell as well. I can’t imagine what it’s like to be completely useless when it comes to helping your mate. That’s the kind of hell I never want to endure." Jasper said.

"Is big brother Tristan going to be okay?" Arrisa asked.

"Only time will tell, little one. His life isn’t in danger, but he’s definitely going to have a hard time for the next couple of days. Just give him some lovins whenever you see him. It will definitely make him feel better." Payhne said.

"Okay! I can do that!" Arrisa exclaimed.

"Sorry, I didn’t know what was going on with him... I just thought it was like his regular heat cycle..." Kaleb said, then stood up and walked out of the room without a second glance.

"Haaah... such a troublesome kid... he didn’t even take Kaihsie... he must be feeling like a major jerk. Serves him right!" Sable said, crossing her arms with a harumph.

"I feel I must apologize as well, I was ignorant of the situation and had thoughts similar to Kaleb." I said solemnly.

"It’s fine Rohan. You haven’t been around Tristan long enough to know much. But even though he’s mated to those 4, his pheromones still affect other Alphas. And if they’re strong enough, even Betas." Delcain said with a half-hearted smile.

"What? How? You mean this isn’t a one off? It will keep happening if we’re not careful?" I asked, shocked.

"Yeah... the problems of being made in a lab no doubt..." Payhne sighed.

"So... living in the mansion has some serious drawbacks I see..." I groaned.

"Yeah seriously, if you value your life, give Tristan a wide birth. The boss will not take kindly to the girls or Tristan being hurt. No matter how small." Raihne said.

"Ngh... Noted..." I groaned.

"Uncle Rohan...? Can we watch princess movies now?" Arrisa asked.

"Haaah... You know Arrisa, you really are a breath of fresh air. I feel so much better now. I’m beginning to think you have magic powers." I teased.

None of the kids had called me anything but Mr. Rohan. It made me feel old and like an outsider, but hearing her call me uncle just now was like a soothing balm to the soul.

"You play too much Uncle Rohan. I can’t use magic!" Arrisa laughed.

"Sure you can. You make me feel better all the time. Your smile is contagious too." Payhne said, standing up.

"I’ll get the little ones." Jasper said.

"I’ll carry the bassinet." Delcain said.

We headed back to the theater, and I couldn’t help but wonder about the boss. He was suffering far more than I initially thought. To be honest when they said he was going to be bunkered down with his mate for a week, I thought he’d just be cuddled up or deep in the throws for most the week in a rut.

I never even dreamed that the boss and his three closest friends all shared the same mate, much less that they were suffering a fate worse than death. It made me wonder what I could do for them, what they would need, or what they would want.

Everyone settled into their seats as Payhne started a princess movie, just as requested. Arrisa and Joobehlee cheered and Sable just sighed. Honestly, I wasn’t a huge horror movie fan either, so I welcomed the sing-song princess movies any day. Not that I’d ever admit that to the psycho twins.

’Haaah... who said babysitting was going to be easy? I’d like to punch them in the mouth now...’

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Santiago’s Point Of View

"So you’re telling me this is the only way we can view the most suspicious room in this establishment!?" Deputy Director Shannon shrieked.

She was a nuisance and a gigantic pain in the ass. Her voice was high pitched and nasally, and her thin arched eyebrows were uneven. Everything about her was agitating.

"As I said no one has access to Ferdinand’s garage. Not even employees. So without him here we cannot access the area. And as you heard, he is not available for at least a week. There is no reason for us to have access to an area that the boss himself rarely goes to. It’s just a garage ma’am. Don’t you think if our boss was running a shady business there he’d have to go there at least once a month?" Belladohnnis said.

Just like me, he was getting tired of dealing with this woman as well. She had seen the entire place now, and still wasn’t satisfied. It was as if they were sent here to find something specific.

"If you don’t mind me asking, what is it that you are looking for Deputy Director? Perhaps I could assist you in finding it." I said.

"Oh? Because you’re so quick to turn on your boss, are you?" She said sarcastically.

"But ma’am, Ferdinand is not my boss. I don’t hate the man, but there is no benefit to me helping him hide something. Pray tell, what is it that you have been sent here to find?" I asked.

I hadn’t told a single lie. Ferdinand was not my boss, I was here on orders from Sylvester. I also held nothing against Ferdinand either. There was no benefit in hiding information that was otherwise useless in the grand scheme of things, and I would like to leave this loud obnoxious woman in a hole deep in the ground... sooner rather than later.

"We were informed that 13 of our agents were murdered here, and that there were Omegas hiding and taking refuge here." Deputy Director Shannon said with a raised eyebrow..

"Well I was on vacation in Lore’rahlye for the last month so I can’t say I know anything about murdered agents. But I can say I haven’t seen an Omega here in the last few days I’ve been here. For whatever that’s worth." I shrugged.

"Correct me if I’m wrong, but the ATF doesn’t handle missing persons right? So why would you be looking for Omegas? Just because your boss told you to? Seems like a waste of resources if you ask me." Belladohnnis said nonchalantly.

"Agreed. A terrible waste of resources. I’ve also not found any illegal, unregistered guns on the premises either." The Deputy Director said.

"Well then. That settles it. This inspection is over then, right?" I asked.

"Not quite. Where is your boss Mr. Santiago?" She sneered.

"My boss? I’d assume he’s at home. Why?" I asked.

"Something tells me he’s currently with the Omegas I’m looking for." She said walking up to me.

"Well now, I wouldn’t know anything about that. Also I do believe I said Ferdinand is not my boss, yes?" I said angrily.

"I’m referring to Sylvester. Not Ferdinand." She smirked.

"Well then you’d know more than me now, wouldn’t you? All in all, it sounds like you guys are just being used. If you’re done now, I’d like to ask you to leave." I said annoyed.

These overpaid lap dogs were getting annoying, and they were obviously sent here for something other than their actual expertise. I knew I didn’t have to deal with their bullshit, any longer either.

And no matter how hard they searched they clearly wouldn’t find whatever or whoever they were looking for.

So there was no point in them being here anymore. I had places to go and things to do, and I was running out of patience. And I was running out of fucks to give.

"You seem to be in a hurry Mr. Santiago. Pray tell, what is it that you need to do that’s so important?" Deputy Director Shannon sneered.

"What kind of ignorant question is that? I’d like to be anywhere but here, listening to your annoying, nails on a chalkboard sounding voice. More specifically, I’d like to go see my mate if you don’t mind. Now then, the door..." I said, extending my arms towards the front door.

"Hmph! Do tell your bosses I would like to speak with them at their earliest convenience." She said, handing me and Belladohnnis her business card.

She then gathered her men and headed for the door. Before walking outside she turned around and smirked.

"What a nice hotel. I think I’ll have my men vacation here in the near future." She said haughtily, before exiting the building.

"How annoying. Seriously, they didn’t inspect a single gun they checked gun permits and that was all." Belladohnnis groaned.

"Yes. Please hand me that business card." I said.

He handed it over and just as I suspected, they were not completely flat. I took a picture of both cards, front and back. Then I set one on fire with my lighter. I threw it on the counter top as it burned, then quickly did the same to the second one.

"Just as I thought, they had GPS tracking chips in them. Which means she’s probably going to have her men book a room and follow us back to the mansion." I said.

"I never even thought to check for something like that." Belladohnnis said.

"No government agent has a damn business card. That’s bad for business." I said dryly.

"Well then I think you and your men should head out now through the back. The rest of us basically live here so we won’t be going anywhere." Belladohnnis said.

"Yeah it’s fine. I’m not going to the boss, me and my men have our own jobs to take care of." I said heading to the door.

"I’ll tell the giant, so don’t worry about it and just train your successor. You guys will be fine, he seems reliable enough. And you got a good head on your shoulders, everything will be fine." I said waving, as I walked out the back door.

Sure enough the government dogs were scattered around the parking lot. They were persistent I could say that. I just couldn’t understand how a single Omega could be worth this much trouble.

’Haaah... What the fuck? There go our tax dollars...’

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Ferdinand’s Point Of View

"Uhm... Tristan this position is a bit..."

"Oh Cole, my shy gentle Alpha... your thighs are too high, and even if they weren’t, one is injured. It’s fine like this. I won’t bite... I think...." Tristan murmured.

He definitely would, he would and we all knew it. The problem was that it was the most terrifying but also sensual thing we’d probably ever witnessed in our lives.

Tristan laid his head down directly on Cole’s crotch and closed his eyes. A part of me couldn’t help feeling like a jerk. Tristan wasn’t an overly sexual person to begin with, but his body made him irresistible to us. I was curious to know what all he remembered from last night, but he seemed content being in the dark.

"It’s scary you know... I don’t remember much of last night... but my body remembers everything... it can’t keep up. That’s why I wanted to drink earlier, because everything hurt like crazy..." Tristan murmured.

"You don’t remember anything from last night?" Sylvester asked, shocked.

"I remember the agreement but everything else comes back in bits and pieces. Something snapped inside me and after that I just don’t remember..." Tristan said.

It was a peculiar announcement, we had witnessed the moment his mind seemed to snap. It was like he was moving in a trance and his body was on autopilot. However he was ridiculously adorable and frighteningly sexual, that it was probably for the best he didn’t know. The embarrassment would probably kill him.

I shared a look with everyone else and a silent nod. Unless he asked, we would not tell him. If it became a habit I’d tell him once the cycle was over.

We sat in my jacuzzi style tub for a long while. Cole and Sylvester pampered Tristan. They washed his hair and body, while he never moved from between Cole’s thighs.

"I’d like to get out now..." Tristan said.

When he looked up at Cole, Cole went ridged and didn’t move. Tristan’s eyes must have been at the peak of intense. They were so green and radiant the sight of them could steal your breath away.

Sylvester dutifully plucked Tristan from the water and grabbed two towels. One he put over Tristan’s head for his wet hair, the other he used to dry off his body. Bellamy dried his hair and I got a scented oil and lotion out of the cabinet. Once he was dry we carried him off to the bed. Cole was in charge of blow drying his hair so he wouldn’t get sick, while the rest of us were in charge of massaging his body.

This was Sylvester’s idea when Tristan had asked for an alcoholic drink in the theater. He was finally voicing what he wanted so I was happy, but at the same time he was in enough pain to want to drown it out with alcohol. It was a heartbreaking realization for me.

"So instead of watching a princess movie, I get to be the princess...?" Tristan asked, confused about the royal treatment he was getting, no doubt.

"My wanton prince finally voiced what he wanted, but he never said what was wrong until it was too late. We as your mates will take care of you to the best of our abilities. So drink all you want, cry all you want, but no matter what just keep telling us whats wrong. A sore body can be remedied with a massage and soothing bath." Sylvester said rubbing the oil into Tristan’s back and massaging his spine.

"Mmm... well it does feel good... I could fall asleep like this..." Tristan said breathlessly.

His eyes were slowly opening and closing as if he were indeed going to sleep. But we could all feel that wouldn’t last long. He was just trying his best to not be a burden to us anymore.

"Do whatever you want love. We’ll all stay right here." I said.

We could feel the trembling in his body getting increasingly stronger, and the temperature of his body was getting much hotter. His pheromones were sure to erupt any moment now.

"Ngh... could you please... do the thing... with your... pheromones...?" Tristan groaned out.

No one verbally said anything, we just all simultaneously released a copious amount of pheromones around him. It was always strange to notice that, even if you tried to release more that the others, no one scent overpowered the other. They all complimented each other so well, it was like one singular scent in the air.

Tristan let out a deep sigh as his trembling stopped and his breathing began to even out once more. We were all making mental notes of his changes and how he reacted to things. Then Bellamy would write them down later to formulate a plan going forward. Anything to make him suffer less.

I stopped massaging his left leg, to grab the box that Bellamy gave us. I passed out the red suppressants to everyone. Then injected the yellow contraceptive syringe into Tristan’s upper arm softly. I then injected the red syringe into my thigh as well.

"Tristan do you want to try the pink syringe this time? I know it makes you really horny but maybe it will help the situation be less taxing on your body?" Bellamy asked.

Tristan turned to face Bellamy and I, then he grimaced. Internally he was an amalgamation of warring emotions, I couldn’t really process how he was feeling even on a subconscious level.

"I just realized why my body hurt so much earlier. It was definitely your fault. You and Ferdinand over did it, didn’t you Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde?!" Tristan said with a glare.

I wasn’t sure where the nickname came from, but Bellamy definitely seemed to understand. He wouldn’t meet Tristan’s gaze at all. However, if Tristan knew what he had been like last night he wouldn’t be making such a mean face right now.

Bellamy, not one for potential blame, knelt down to Tristan’s ear and whispered something. Whatever he said made Tristan’s face beet red and made his pheromones explode out of control. Everyone but Tristan glared in Bellamy’s direction, but he just shrugged his shoulders with a shit eating grin on his face.

Tristan curled into himself and looked up at me. His eyes were so mesmerizing, I would probably walk into traffic enthralled by those eyes.

"Ferdinand I’ll take the pink one, if it will lessen the time I have to spend with Mr. Hyde." Tristan murmured.

"Who is that?" I asked, confused.

"That’s what Tristan calls Bellamy’s other personality. Bel is a sadistic asshole in bed. Don’t you remem– never mind you were fighting your own battle then, weren’t you Ferdi-poo...?" Sylvester said laughing.

He was right I didn’t have time to watch Bel do anything because at that time, Tristan had held me transfixed in his eyes, as he ran his tongue and teeth up and down the full length of my cock, begging me to feed him. Now, even without being near him I think about those eyes and that sensation, and I immediately get turned on.

Bellamy injected the pink syringe into Tristan’s thigh, and pushed a little over half into his body. Tristan’s breathing became ragged and shallow, then his eyes flew open immediately.

"Ngh... Cole get undressed... Syl...?" Tristan mumbled.

"I know, I know. You want me to feed you right?" Sylvester asked teasingly.

Tristan shook his head before saying, "E-Eat me... I want you... to eat... me... Ngh..." He groaned.

Everyone stopped in momentary shock. It was such a brazen random request, nobody moved. Sylvester stared in wide-eyed, open mouthed shock. Bellamy snapped out of it first, and lifted Tristan up instantly.

"Anything for the wanton prince." He smirked, before diving head first into the meal provided.

"UNGH!... S-So good..." Tristan murmured.

He then took Sylvester’s cock into his hand and looked up at him.

"Mm... feed me... then I can feed you afterwards...?" Tristan moaned.

He didn’t give Sylvester a chance to answer because he had already taken Sylvester into his mouth. Just like last night he was slowly running his tongue down Sylvester’s erection then running his teeth gently back up to the head. All the while moaning around his cock and never breaking eye contact with Syl.

"Ferdinand... I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have laughed. This is damning as hell." Sylvester groaned.

Cole finished getting undressed and putting his clothes in the laundry basket and came back to the bed. Without his eyes leaving Sylvester’s, Tristan beckoned Cole over and pointed to a spot beside Sylvester.

He began to pump Cole’s cock with right hand. Then he began to alternate between sucking Sylvester’s cock and Cole’s.

"Hngh... I’m going to... cum..." Tristan moaned.

Sylvester took that as his queue to push himself deeper into Tristan’s mouth, and as soon as Tristan ejaculated, so to did Sylvester.

"Ungh..." Tristan groaned.

Tristan slumped forward onto Sylvester and away from Bellamy. He look back at Bellamy with a fierce look in his eyes. Bellamy just licked his lips seductively.

Sylvester picked Tristan up and sat him down on his erection without a second thought.

"AAHH!" Tristan cried out.

"No passing out now. Help Cole." Sylvester chuckled.

Tristan lazily nodded. And leaned forward towards Cole. Then both Sylvester and Cole rose to their knees. They matched each other’s thrusts in perfect tandem.

"Ngh... Hngh..."

"You know Tristan I’m beginning to think you like having dry orgasms more than ejaculating. You’re squeezing me so tight right now." Sylvester groaned.

Tristan in response, began thrusting back onto Sylvester harder.

"Ungh! So unfair.... I’m cumming!" Sylvester moaned loudly.

"Me too Tristan... I’m going to cum now." Cole said breathlessly.

They ejaculated simultaneously, which in turn, made Tristan ejaculate too.

Just like the night before, Tristan collapsed to the bed and something snapped or triggered within him.

"Ungh! What the Fuuck...?" Tristan groaned, as his pheromones erupted to a suffocating degree.

Even with the suppressants coursing through us, the affect was harrowing. Cole, unable to handle the intense onslaught of arousal and pheromones, collapsed onto the bed breathing heavily.

"F-Ferdinand... H-Help... mee..." Tristan groaned.

I wasted no time entering him as deeply as I could. The compelling urge to give him all of me was all-consuming.

"AUGH! FUCK!" Tristan cried.

I pumped my hips at a maddening speed and couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. Tristan cried out uncontrollably as he ejaculated once again. Sylvester climbed from the bed and picked Cole up to move him out of the way, he had long since passed out.

Bellamy, who would usually be forcing himself down Tristan’s throat, was watching on with rapt amusement, as he continuously breathed in deeply.

I picked Tristan up and laid on my back. Tristan’s eyes widened at the position he was now in.

"N-No... this position is..."

"Move on me Tristan... won’t you show me your inner desires...?" I smirked.

Tristan’s eyes widened once again at the deeper meaning to my words. I had long since been feeling his need for us to be inside him more, and his uncontrollable urge to want to thrust harder was overwhelming.

"S-So mean... you could do it yourself... if you tried..." He moaned.

He complained, but still began to move as he wanted. His thrusts were deep and forceful and he was unrelenting. He began to have a dry orgasm, and his hole coiled around me deliciously.

The sensation sent me over the edge, I ejaculated into him immediately. His hole milked me until there was nothing left, and his body was nearly satisfied.

"Ugh... So tired..." He said breathlessly.

Then he tensed up, he could no doubt feel Bellamy’s lust and feel his eyes on him. He let out a tired groan and looked back behind him. His entire body shuddered atop me.

He looked back at me and his eyes were much more dim than before, unfortunately he couldn’t hide his anticipatory excitement, anymore than he could hide the matching pheromones that came with it.

Bellamy didn’t waste anymore time watching as he snatched Tristan up off of me and laid him on his back near the headboard.

"Go easy Bel, he really is tired..." I said.

"Fuck you, Ferdinand." He retorted.

"Bel seriously is a complete asshole in bed. No wonder you stayed single for so long." Sylvester said chuckling.

"Well then the dumb gentleman have no excuse why no one would put up with them!" Bellamy said, thrusting completely into Tristan.

"ACK! S-So... deep..." Tristan groaned.

"It’s what you wanted right? Your body says a lot without your mouth saying anything at all." Bellamy chuckled.

"It’s different for you jerk! Seriously, gain some self awareness. Just how big do you think... your dick... is...? SERIOUSLY!? How did that translate into ’Get bigger inside me Bellamy...’ you friggin monster!?"

"You said I was special. How else was I supposed to react?"

"AHHH! I...! DID! NOT! HNGH! FUCK! Stop! Ungh!" Tristan groaned.

All the pleading in the world wouldn’t stop Bellamy, because even though his mouth protested, his body was steadily becoming more satisfied by the minute...

Sylvester and I laid down on either side of Tristan giving him brief kisses here and there until Bellamy had his fill of twisted fun. It didn’t take long for Tristan to pass out, and it was currently dinner time. With any luck Tristan would sleep through the night peacefully..... Hopefully....

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