Runaway Omega
Chapter 50 - - 50 I’m Begging You...

Chapter 50: Chapter - 50 I’m Begging You...

Tristan’s Point Of View

I couldn’t sleep, my body was burning up and my mind was in a constant state of turmoil and duress. Bellamy and Cole had bathed me, and given me a massage. Cole had even given me a manicure and pedicure, my toenails and fingernails glistened with a bright forest green. All things considered, they were doing their best to do everything they could for me, that wasn’t sexual.

Unfortunately, I could feel their arousal growing in time with mine. The problem was, I knew I would cave before they would. Something inside me told me they wouldn’t act on impulse while the suppressants coursed threw their bodies.

"Tristan...?" Bellamy said, sitting up beside me.

"Mmm...?" I groaned.

"Tell me what’s wrong? What’s on your mind?" He asked.

My mind was currently locked in a hallucination of sorts. I could hear Bellamy saying something to me, but it overlapped with the director’s finale words to me, and the memories of the facility that haunted me relentlessly.

’Let me spell it out for you. You are the blueprint, the Golden goose, the genetic code of perfection. It doesn’t matter what kind of cocks we shove into this hole.’

My body began to tremble, and I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. How many facilities were really out there? Was everything he said actually true?

He lied about Delcain’s mother and about her having an alleged daughter. Who’s to say he wasn’t lying about other things? What if there was a facility who could replicate my DNA?

What if there were scientists who could piece together the missing information from Auntie Maybelline’s notes? What information did the director allow to be shared between the facilities?

’Aren’t you aware of your own body by now? You, who secretes pheromones, no matter if you’re excited or scared... Pheromones that are designed to send an Alpha into a rut after only an hour of breathing it in...’

I hadn’t been around many Alphas since being mated... Would my pheromones still send other Alphas into a rut after breathing them in for a prolonged period of time?

’Tristan, you will bear me a child. I can’t take you away from here, but it’d be my honor to impregnate you first. My son would welcome a little sibling as well. I will also adopt Sable and Arrisa. They will bear me beautiful children, just like them.’

I could hear the disgusting things Mr. Wyhett said to me as he relentlessly thrust himself into my throat. His plans for us were harrowing.

’You’re so beautiful, Tristan. I’m so jealous I cannot have you all to myself. You will be the Omega who changes the world. You should feel honored at this opportunity, I am honored to be called your father... Why the tears? Your body is thoroughly enjoying me... Look how much you’ve cum already.’

The director was just as bad. He would constantly berate me with backhanded compliments, while abusing my body relentlessly.

I had gotten too comfortable with being mated. I had forgotten why I hated my heat cycles ever since I turned 16. I had forgotten the hellish weeks I had endured, once we had finally escaped that place. I had forgotten things that I shouldn’t have.

’Now that your mother is gone, you will need to pick up the slack. I had hoped to have her bear another child such as yourself, but she had become barren after giving birth to you. It must be the effect of birthing a perfect Omega. You’ll be sequestered to the breeding house for one week with our benefactor. You will not leave until you have become pregnant with his child. Even if the test results are true and you become pregnant in the first night, you are still contracted to service him for one week. When he asks you to do anything for him, you will reply with "Yes, Sir." Or "Thank You, Sir." Pray you don’t disappoint him. I will punish you severely.’

The director’s anger that day had reached its peak, and he abused my body for hours on end in the name of ’science’. Whenever I refused to cooperate after they killed my mother, he’d threaten to take Delcain and Kaleb away. Or he’d threaten to sell Arrisa and Sable before their coming of age, which was uncustomary.

’I heard they killed your mother two days ago because you kept trying to escape. She was a beautiful Omega. More beautiful than anyone I had ever seen, until you came of age. I’m sorry that the director is such an impulsive man. I have punished him to the best of my ability, but you must not provoke him any further. Just be a good little boy, and be grateful that you’re the chosen one... I fear he will take you first, and impregnate you out of spite. I won’t always be here to protect you, Tristan. So behave... What do you say?’

That day, I had come to the realization that no one would save me from that place. I would need to save myself. I had to escape at all costs.

’Our benefactor has graciously decided to select the men that will impregnate you after him. He has agreed to let 5 Hyper-Dominant Alphas mate with you, as well. You will have their children after his has been born, and you will be granted a "Leave Of Absence" to stay with each Alpha for one year at a time. What a glorious day it is. They have agreed to pay handsomely for their one year period. You are to go service our benefactor in two days time. Make sure to get some rest and clean yourself thoroughly on the day of. Tonight we will celebrate, you will show me all the things you have learned over the past 3 years on how to service your Alpha. If you succeed in pleasing me, I will cancel all your testing tomorrow... Show me just how sexy you can be, Triiistan. Show me, as if I was the benefactor, or your Alphas. Pleaseme thoroughly.’

I gripped my head, my vision spinning and my head was pounding. The amalgamation of voices in my head were growing louder. The memories they invoked were the absolute worst. I was being relentlessly thrust into hell repeatedly, and I wanted to die. I felt sick to my stomach, and I just wanted the voices and memories to stop. The tears finally burst forth from my eyes, like a fresh geyser breaking threw the ground.

Suddenly, I felt my body being squeezed on both sides in a tightly snug embrace. Then, the scent of Sandalwood, combined with a freshly rain soaked forest, permeated my senses. My mind and body immediately began to calm down and lull backwards.

"Tristan...?" Cole said, giving me a soft kiss while holding me upright with Bellamy’s help.

"I can’t get out of my head... I keep hearing voices of dead men... who evidently don’t know how to stay dead... I can feel their hands on my skin... even now... It’s making me feel nauseous... H-Help me..." I groaned breathlessly.

"What do you want us to do?" Bellamy asked, kissing my temple.

"Make it stop... I don’t want to think about anything... anymore... I want to stay in the present with you guys... I don’t want to hear the disgusting things they keep saying to me... I don’t want to remember... " I said, looking back and forth between them with pleading eyes.

"How can we make it stop? I’m not sure I know of a good enough way to distract you. Surely you do not want to talk about it... Is there something else you would like to talk about? Your favorite color perhaps? A favorite food? Fond memories you have of your siblings?" Bellamy questioned.

"I want you both to fuck me. I want you both to fuck me until either you or I pass out. I want you both to give me your all, and I want you to give me the entire pink syringe." I said, summoning all the courage I possessed.

I figured if I was going to feel someone’s hands roaming my body, and if my body was going to be in a state that was craving it so badly... Then it might as well be the hands of someone I wanted, someone I chose for myself... Someone... I loved...

"Tristan... I’m not so sure that’s a good idea..." Cole said, ever my sweetest gentleman.

His mouth said no, but in his arms I could feel his pheromones growing stronger in response to mine. I could sense his willingness to comply. Bellamy was matching my pheromones minute by minute. He didn’t protest, but he did hesitate.

I knew then, that I would have to push them over the cliff myself. So I did as I had been instructed to... I voiced my wants and needs, selfishly. Without any doubts or hesitation.

"If I’m going to feel this way, and have these memories and voices thrust upon me. Then I’d rather they be the hands and voices of the men I chose. The men I promised to love forever. If you love me as you say you do, then you will do this for me. Just this once, I’m asking you to come at me with everything that you have. Give me everything that you are... I’m begging you..." I said, giving them each a light kiss on the lips.

All at once, their pheromones flared to an indescribable degree. Their eyes lit up like a fireplace, burning with their unrestrained desire for me.

"Y-You just said... You loved us... I-I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say that before..." Cole murmured, breathlessly.

"Ferdinand and Sylvester will be so jealous!" Bellamy added with a chuckle.

I was pretty sure I had already told Ferdinand I loved them all before in some capacity, but I suppose he had kept that a secret.

Bellamy let me go and climbed out of the bed. He then walked around the bed to the other side, and opened the lid of the box sitting atop it. He pulled out the pink syringe and the yellow syringe, then stared a them for a moment in hesitation.

"Are you sure about this, Tristan...?" He asked, for finale confirmation.

"Yes." I asserted.

"Haaah... Very well then. Cole, brace yourself. Tristan... I love you too." Bellamy said, climbing back into the bed.

Cole slowly, and meticulously took off my pajamas and folded them. He then placed them on the bed side table.

Bellamy injected the yellow syringe into my upper left arm, then paused. He looked up at me while holding the pink syringe in his hand. His eyes were extremely bright, like a raging fire. I could feel his excitement, and his trepidation washing over me in waves.

"After witnessing what you’re like with less than three quarters of this stuff, I must admit I’m a little worried about giving you the whole thing..." He said, staring at the syringe.

I was done with feeling this way, I was done being afraid of what I was actually capable of. I was sick of worrying about whether or not they would find me repulsive if I released my inhibitions. But most of all, I was disgusted that men who I didn’t choose, men who were undeserving, and men who only saw me as an object and not a person, had taken away what rightfully belong to my chosen Alphas.

Shedding all my reservations, I snatched the syringe from Bellamy and stabbed it into my thigh. I winced at the pain, then slowly pushed the liquid into my body. The effects were instantaneous. My heart began pounding so hard, I could hear my blood rushing in my ears. My body began to heat up, as if a furnace had been lit inside me.

All at once my pheromones exploded from within me, and my body began to tremble. Once I had injected the entirety of the solution of the syringe into my body, I threw it to the floor.

I looked up at Bellamy and Cole, and noticed their breathing had become ragged, and their eyes were pulsing in time with their marks. I sat up onto my knees, and looked at them each in turn.

"Strip..." I commanded.

They wasted no time complying. Their bodies moved in harmony together mutually, their movements were quick and decisive.

They threw their clothes to the floor simultaneously, and sat on the bed awaiting their next orders...