Runaway Omega
Chapter 82 - - 82 Let’s Get Packing

Chapter 82: Chapter - 82 Let’s Get Packing

Tristan’s Point Of View

Thursday Morning

I woke up feeling achy and sore all over. I groaned as I turned over, then quickly realized I was sandwiched between Sylvester and Cole. Sylvester opened his eyes as soon as I rolled over and faced him.

"Good Morning Tristan. Did you sleep well?" He asked kissing my forehead.

"Hngh... yes. Buy I hurt all over..." I groaned.

"Yeah, we kind of overdid it last night. I’m sorry..." He replied sheepishly.

At that, the memories of last night came flooding back rapidly. I grimaced as I distinctly remembered why I was in exceptional pain down below.

After Ferdinand had had his turn, he and Sylvester entered me simultaneously and engorged themselves on the intense pleasure of it all. Bellamy became jealous all over again and wanted to join in as well. After being denied due to his unreasonable size, he took it upon himself to fuck my throat until he was completely satisfied.

Then, upon Ferdinand’s and Sylvester’s complete satisfaction, my body became wholly satisfied. However, Bellamy was not satisfied. He had then taken me away from Sylvester and Ferdinand and fucked me repeatedly until I passed out.

"I think you mean Bellamy overdid it..." I said angrily.

"Well... You’re not wrong..." Sylvester chuckled.

"Good Morning Tristan..." I heard Cole murmur behind me.

I rolled back over into his arms and put my face into his chest. I was feeling super guilty about making him pass out so soon, even though he said he didn’t want to.

"I’m sorry... I was being... so unreasonable... last night." I mumbled.

"It’s fine, I’m not mad at you babe. I promise. I still love you very much, and I always will." He said, kissing the top of my head.

"How about you repay him by letting him bathe you?" Sylvester said.

"Do you mind, Cole?" I asked looking up at him.

"Of course I don’t. I would love to." He said with a boyish smile.

"What will you do Sylvester? And where are Ferdinand and Bellamy?" I asked.

"Ferdinand is packing your clothes for the trip, and Bellamy is in his lab. I’m going to get some more sleep, I’m completely worn out. I don’t know how any of them have the energy to do anything right now." He sighed.

Then he squeezed me gently and took a deep breath into my neck, and let out a deep groan.

"I’ll carry you Tristan." Cole said climbing from the bed.

"Okay..." I sighed.

"Ferdinand sat out clothes for him today. He got them from your closet, Cole. Go run the bath water first." Sylvester said, still hugging me close to him.

Cole got to work getting everything ready for our bath. I lay in Sylvester’s arms contemplating the upcoming weekend.

"I’m scared Sylvester..." I murmured.

"Hm? About what...?" He mumbled sleepily.

"Saturday... What if something bad happens?" I asked, rolling over into his arms again.

"Whatever happens we’ll handle it like we always do. Your safety is our top priority. My title is meaningless if I can’t have you. Ferdinand feels the same way. If anything feels even slightly off, we’ll leave before the meeting is over. No matter what. Trust your Alphas. Even if worse comes to worse and you are captured, I’ll kill any and everyone to get you back. Believe me." Sylvester said, gripping my chin and staring at me with a strong serious gaze.

"Okay... but I’m still scared... I don’t want to talk to a room full of Alphas... it sounds terrifying..." I groaned.

"Why do you need to talk to them?" Sylvester asked.

"That guy, Bennhayzin... he won’t give me what I need unless I convince the other Alphas..." I murmured.

"What is it that you need...?" He asked, looking vexed.

"Auntie’s notes... on how to create... me..." I whispered softly.

"Her WHAT!?" He yelled, sitting upright in am instant.

"Do you understand why I didn’t say anything before now?" I asked timidly.

I could feel his rising fear and anger. He was having a hard time controlling it. Then Cole came out of the bathroom at the same time Ferdinand came back into the room with an arm full of outfits.

"Hngh... The bathroom... bath... go now..." Sylvester gritted out while pointing in Cole’s direction.

"Syl...? What happened...?" Cole asked.

"Go..." He groaned.

Cole picked me up and carried me out of the room quickly. I couldn’t take my eyes off of Sylvester, he seemed to be getting more and more angry by the second. He reacted much more differently than I thought he would, I was at a loss for words.

"It’ll be okay Tristan..." Cole said comfortingly, as he rubbed my back.

’Somehow... I don’t think it will be, Cole...’

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Ferdinand’s Point Of View

"What the hell happened Syl? Why do you look so irritated...?" I asked.

I had walked in at the end of their discussion, but whatever had happened, it made Sylvester exceedingly angry. I couldn’t imagine what that could be, since we had such a good night before.

"Fucking Bennhayzin! That stupid bastard... he’s foisting his problems and responsibilities onto Tristan." Sylvester said, grabbing his hair and tying it up.

"What do you mean? Calm down dumbass, you’re going to make Tristan think you’re mad at him." I sighed.

I placed the clothes on the table and sat on the edge of the bed. Sylvester began to take deep breaths, trying to calm down.

"That bastard has the blueprint to Tristan’s creation. He’s going to make Tristan convince the other Alphas not to hunt him down and use the blueprint as some sort of bargaining chip." He said with a glare, clearly still angry.

However I couldn’t be bothered, as the information about Bennhayzin’s conversation with Tristan came to light. I could feel my anger mounting as well. Bennhayzin’s final words to Tristan were beginning to make much more sense, and that fact that he wanted to use Tristan instead of doing the work himself didn’t sit right with me either.

"Yeah, okay... Your anger is justified..." I groaned.

It would become increasingly harder to protect Tristan once he painted such a large target on his back. I couldn’t even be sure we could stay in Sayenrio after he told the others. I would definitely have some choice words for Bennhayzin as well...

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Cole’s Point Of View

Tristan was trembling in the bath as I washed him gently. He hadn’t said anything since we had gotten into the tub. I was curious to know what he said to Sylvester to piss him off so much.

"I think I did something bad, Cole..." He whispered.

"You could never do anything of the sort. Why do you think that?" I asked.

"Because now even Ferdinand is upset... but I didn’t have any other choice. I still don’t know what I’m going to do..." He whined.

"Tell me about it and I’ll try to help you..." I replied.

"Bennhayzin has the notes from Auntie Maybelline and I have to convince the other Alphas to not hunt me down and in exchange I will choose the facilities that have the most promising treatment of Omegas to give the information to... I just have mixed feelings about letting another Omegas suffer in my place... this world is so unkind, Cole." He said looking up at me helplessly.

For a moment I was speechless. That Lazy bastard no doubt neglected to explain anything to Tristan, and the implications of him revealing such a horrid announcement.

"The notes are about your creation, correct?" I asked.

"Yes... they are a detailed description on how she apparently created me. She made Bennhayzin promise not to release them under any circumstances. He said he would leave the choice up to me, and I agreed to release the information myself. I want to see what the other Mafia Kings are like, and whether or not they are deserving of even having this information. The problem is, it won’t work if only one of the Alphas are trustworthy. That facility will be pressured into giving out the information, and then it would all be for nothing..." He groaned.

I understood what he was trying to accomplish and I wasn’t sure exactly how to help him, but I knew there would be a good way for everyone to come out on top... everyone but Tristan, that is...

I wasn’t sure how to tell him that, and I was positive that’s what angered Sylvester the most. Bennhayzin was the walking epitome of lazy, procrastination. He no doubt sought the opportunity to rid himself of the headache that holding onto that information would no doubt give him.

"So listen, Tristan... there’s something you need to–"

"Hey, so look Tristan... we need to discuss what you are going to say at The Summit. This plan of yours has some serious holes in it, and if I know Bennhayzin... then I know he didn’t explain anything to you properly." Ferdinand said, bursting into the bathroom and cutting me off.

’Haaah... Well... Fuck...’