Runaway Omega
Chapter 87 - - 87 The Meeting Of The Kings (Part 4)

Chapter 87: Chapter - 87 The Meeting Of The Kings (Part 4)

Aidehynn’s Point Of View

My mind was reeling with the news that Lyukhe had just spoke of. I couldn’t fathom how this news hadn’t been blasting all over Delgahtowe. This was critical news to be sure. Duhtchies all over would be clamoring to ensure their fundings wouldn’t dry out. There would be a succession crisis, due to Danhiel not having a mate or child. I couldn’t wrap my head around all the secrecy.

Then it dawned on me... Why Danhiel was so desperate for Tristan. Why he was acting so irrational and baiting the Kings. It made sense why he wanted to risk a war. I looked up at Tristan worried, but he just looked extremely confused.

"Lyukhe are you positive about this?" I asked.

"Yes. His son, Danhiel is trying to cover it up for as long as possible, since he doesn’t have Tristan." Lyukhe replied.

At that, Tristan’s eyes finally went wide like saucers. It would appear that he just wasn’t told anyone’s name. Realization seemed to dawn on Ferdinand’s and Sylvester’s faces as well. Then Ferdinand’s pheromones exploded and engulfed the entire room. They were so strong and oppressive I had to cover my nose and grip my chest.

"I want you all to shut up." Ferdinand said with a glare.

"I’m willing to help those facilities that I deem worthy. But you Kings need to find a way to make life better for Omegas. Start with small gestures, like where they can work. No one likes to be sexually assaulted, and that is a daily occurrence in the adult entertainment industry. If some Omegas prefer that, then it’s fine, however my mother would have been an excellent accountant. My Aunt Constantine was a surgeon. Aunt Korrahline was a botanist and could have definitely help your land issue in Demhongade. My Aunt Maybelline was the bioengineer who designed my genome to begin with." Tristan said with tears in his eyes.

"What are you saying, Tristan?" I asked.

"And what do you mean by helping?" Lyukhe added.

"What’s a worthy facility to you?" Waihlynn asked.

"If my mother and Aunts were to have become free they would have been treated as breeding tools and nothing more. My sister Sable is an amazing artist, but the world only cares about how many children she could produce. Even in the facilities, if they would have treated my Aunt Maybelline and the children better, perhaps she would have gladly shared her secrets on how she created me. It’s like Alphas see a beautiful flower and immediately begin to trampled it. A facility that doesn’t treat Omegas as breeding animals, is a start." Tristan said, tears now falling.

I understood what he meant, and my facility was sure to be the first one chosen by Tristan. The only problem was my own siblings.

"I’m willing to start small. Just three Kings or Queen. With a facility or willing to create a facility. Better treatment, and giving the Omegas you preside over an opportunity for an education. I’m not saying you have to treat us like equals, but it starts with the Kings. If you continue to ignore the situation nothing will ever get better." Tristan pleaded.

"I’m willing to answer your call. Just tell me what you need." Dyahlettah said.

"I’m also on board. I feel I owe it to the late Chairman to see his wish come to fruition." Zachariah added.

"I too will help. Honestly, my facility is probably the closest thing to what you are looking for." I said.

"What do you mean, Aidehynn?! Since when did you have a facility?" Waihlynn asked.

I didn’t answer him, there was no way to do that without him turning it into a bigger deal. I looked over at Tristan hoping that he would agree. Like Zachariah I wanted to do what I could to keep Charles WhetStone’s dream alive.

"What are the requirements for the facilities?" Dyahlettah asked.

"I will leave the investigation up to Meyhymn and Ferdinand. However, like I said education in all things. Better living conditions. Children should be allowed to live as children. And thorough research should be done before testing it on human beings. I’m told hundreds of Omegas, women and children, died just trying to create me. That cannot continue, the ends do not justify the means." He said.

Everything he said was reasonable, and he wasn’t even asking for a lot. Just basic human decency. I wasn’t sure why no one else wanted to do as he asked.

"Ugh... if my baby brother is going to assist with this dream, then I will too... though we have much to discuss, Aidehynn..." Waihlynn relented.

"I am willing to do as you ask as well. My facility is already a volunteer only establishment, I’d be happy to help you." Sîvret said.

"I’ll let my mates handle the rest. I’m nearly at my limit... sorry guys..." Tristan murmured.

It seemed like they had a plan already, but I could smell Tristan’s pheromones slowly permeating the room. My body was slowly beginning to heat up and my pulse began to quicken. I began to understand just what he meant about being at his limit.

’It makes sense that he doesn’t want other Omegas to suffer like he has...’

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Ferdinand’s Point Of View

"I’m going to give you the injection now, Tristan." I said.

He had gotten emotionally worked up too many times already, his body was beginning to heat up rapidly, as a result. I turned to Bellamy, who nodded and pulled out a syringe.

"What is it that’s happening to your mate, Ferdinand...? I don’t mean to be rude, but I believe it’s having an effect on the whole room..." Zachariah said.

"This is why Tristan is so against the ideas of facilities. It’s why he wants better treatment and research for Omegas. He can’t be around other Alphas without always sending them into rut, whether he’s mated or not. He can’t travel alone and he can’t go more that 6 hours without a suppressant. And he’s now at the point where normal suppressants and inhibitors do not work for him. So please understand why he is apposed to it all." Bellamy said, as he injected Tristan with the syringe.

"We will need to leave soon, so as to not cause too many issues. I would like to avoid killing you all, if I can." I chuckled.

I said it teasingly, however... just like me I was sure they were beginning to understand the problem with having an Omega like Tristan in the world. Tristan relaxed further in my arms after Bellamy administered the injection.

"Listen, I don’t care about any of this! You talk about how unfair and unjust life is, but you seem to benefit the most from all this and you don’t have anything of value. Who cares what you want in a facility?! You aren’t funding anything! You have no value outside of your body, get off your fucking high horse and go suck a cock or something. I heard you’re really good at it." Rahzden sneered.

He had been working my nerves this entire time. I had hit my breaking point at his disgusting comment and stood up with Tristan in my arms. Sylvester was already standing and he, Cole, Bellamy, Payhne, and Meyhymn were all pointing their guns in Rahzden’s direction.

"Hngh... D-Don’t... he’s not worth it..." Tristan groaned.

This did nothing to make them lower their weapons at all. If anything, a few of them cocked their guns, instead. Tristan looked up at me worried, and also annoyed.

"To answer your question, Rahzden. What he is offering is the details on how to make more Omegas like him. But you needn’t worry about that, I’d sooner burn Lore’rahlye’s facility to the ground then allow Hastings to have that information." I said, before heading to the door.

"Wait Ferdinand, what does that mean!?"

"You have the details of his creation?!"

"Please wait a moment!"

The uproar behind us as we were leaving, was deafening. I couldn’t even be sure who was asking what.

"To the people who agreed to try Tristan’s way, we’ll be in touch. To those opposed, I hope you come to change your minds. Bennhayzin, come with me." I said as I headed out the open doors.

"Watch your back Rahzden. I’ll definitely be the one to end your life, you can count on it." Sylvester said.

We headed towards the main doors as Jaymehsyn came walking up to us at a fast pace.

"Ferdinand, I’ve heard unsavory things about the air space over Demhongade. I’ve also heard that your mansion is currently under attack. I’m not sure of the situation of the occupants inside, I apologize. We just received word to advise you of the situation." Jaymehsyn said, in a hurry.

Meyhymn immediately took out his phone and pulled up the CCTV footage. The house was indeed currently under attack, and it looked like there were small skirmishes breaking out all over the property. Meyhymn looked up at me, eyes full of despair.

"Yeah, let’s get home as quickly as possible..." I said, walking through the front doors Jaymehsyn held open for us.

"Meyhymn, get the information from Bennhayzin for me, please..." Tristan murmured softly.

’Just hold on a bit longer guys...’