Shades of Blue (Omegaverse BL)
Chapter 81 - 79 | So What?

Chapter 81: 79 | So What?

Blue couldn’t feel his legs anymore. That beast of a man whom he referred to as a boyfriend had wrecked him completely as payment for ignoring him. Blue had already made a silent decision not to attend any classes today.

Even if he wanted to, his legs would give up on him before anything. He was densely soaked in Winter’s pheromones. One would think he was an Alpha judging by the strong scent of pheromones that was wrapped around him.

And as for the person that had made him this way, they just walked out of the bathroom fresh and looking powerful. Blue couldn’t stop himself from looking at Winter with hatred.

Winter could very well sense Blue’s hateful gaze on him but pretended otherwise to save himself from trouble. However, the trouble wasn’t going to leave him alone.

"Where do you think you’re going?" Blue asked Winter with a low voice.

Winter, who was about to pick out clothes from his walk-in closet, paused in his actions. His back was to Blue as he said, "School."

"What school?" Blue pressed, but with a threatening tone.

"Chestfield univer-ow!"

Blue had thrown a pillow to the back of Winter’s head in the middle of his sentence. Winter turned around to look at Blue with an offended expression.

"What’d you do that for?" Winter asked, walking over to the bed that Blue was still helplessly lying down on.

"So you think you can just waltz out of here and go to school after doing this to me?" Blue questioned with traces of anger in his tone.

"It still hurts?" Winter asked curiously, reaching down to touch Blue.

"Of course, it still hurts!" Blue snapped, slapping away Winter’s hand.

"I’m sorry." Winter said, but in fact, he was not sorry at all.

He had fully been aware and had succeeded his goal of fucking Blue half to death. It was good that Blue wasn’t able to stand, maybe that would keep him in his house.

Imagine the fierce Omegas hadn’t wanted to come over and had refused to spread his legs at the proper time. The sheer audacity Blue had!! Blue deserved to be dicked down so hard.

It was the only way to tame him. So yes, Winter wasn’t sorry. He was even planning on going for a second round after his morning class. So all Blue had to do was remain in his house till then.

"You liar. You think I can’t tell when you spew untrue things from your mouth?" Blue looked at Winter with narrowed eyes as he said these things.

Winter’s lips parted in surprise for a second before they spread into a smile.

"You know me too well, and it’s terrifying." Winter patted Blue’s head as he said this, only to be slapped in the hand by Blue for the umpteenth time.

Blue thought that Winter was just buttering him up. To be honest, he didn’t know anything about Winter. Didn’t know any of the basics. He just knew how to predict Winter’s behavioral patterns, and that didn’t count for anything.

"But it’s fine anyways." Winter heaved a sigh, turning away from Blue to pick out clothes from his closet.

Blue watched as Winter took off the towel that was wrapped around his waist and began to prep his skin. Even after seeing Winter’s naked body so many times, Blue never failed to be amazed by it each time.

It wasn’t like Winter was consistent with being in shape, but he had such a nice body that one couldn’t take their eyes off after taking a peek.

But since Winter was his legal boyfriend, Blue was not ashamed to catch every single one of his movements with his eyes, enjoying the show that Winter may or may not be putting on for him.

"You’re dressing up for your little Omegas, aren’t you?" Blue suddenly asked, taking into account that Winter was drenching himself in five different kinds of expensive perfume.

"You’re my little Omega." Winter retorted shamelessly. Blue rolled his eyes.

"Why do you do that? It’s clear you don’t like anyone at that school, so why put up such a good image?" Blue asked the question that had been going through his mind for days.

Winter paused his movements after hearing that question. He didn’t respond right away. In fact, he didn’t respond at all as he decided to steer the conversation to another path.

"My class ends at 10. I’ll be back before 11. There’s food in the fridge. If you don’t want that, order something and charge it to my account, okay? I’m leaving now. Don’t miss me too much." Winter planted a kiss on Blue’s forehead after saying these things.

Blue wasn’t given enough time to question his actions as Winter had already walked out of the room and quickly left the house.

"What the fuck was that?" Blue asked himself after a couple of minutes passed.

Why had Winter brushed off his question so suspiciously?? Was the reason behind his actions so personal that he couldn’t even play it off as a joke or tell a half-hearted lie about it??

Blue began to ponder on the seriousness of the matter. What truly could make Winter act the way he did?

Asking himself that question, Blue managed to roll out of bed, literally, so he could get some work done. Seeing as Winter had posed as an agent of destruction the previous day.

Before going for his laptop, Blue made the mistake of picking up his phone first. Ever since the news of Winter chasing him and finally catching him spread on the Internet, Blue had been getting hundreds of messages on each of his social media accounts about it.

However, none of them were congratulatory messages. Blue would never tell Winter about this. The reason was that Winter would find a way to make it all about himself and dig Blue deeper into whatever hole he was in with his false pleas to his fans.

Blue had thought that his relationship was only between himself and Winter. With each passing day, Blue realized that the relationship was between himself, Winter’s fans, and Winter.

With those strangers always being between the two of them, much to Blue’s displeasure and Winter’s satisfaction.

Blue scrolled his phone and saw that he had gotten a dozen or so new messages (death threats) from Winter’s obsessive fans.

Blue found a way to block all the new numbers harassing him as well as reporting them. Once he was done with that, he realized that he’d gotten a message from Oliver.

The content was accusatory so Blue decided not to respond to it, leaving Blue with nothing else to do on his phone.

Blue was about to put it down and go for his laptop when a call came through the phone. Blue rejected the call immediately he read the Caller’s ID.

The person was unrelenting as they kept on calling and calling his line until Blue was forced to accept the call.

"What is it!?" Blue snapped immediately he put the phone to his ear.

The other person was silent for a while, aggravating Blue to an extreme point.

"Did you call me so that I could listen to your breathing or—"

"Father collapsed." Eliot said with a low voice.

"What?" Blue questioned without thinking as he mellowed down.

"We took him to the hospital but it was too late..." Eliot continued speaking, Blue could sense the pain in each and every word spoken.

So that meant the old man was dead, huh? Blue’s fist tightened.

"So what?"

A monotonous voice sounded. Blue hadn’t even realized that it came from him until he heard Eliot say, "Excuse me?"

"So what? The man collapsed and died. Why are you telling me? What’s my business with it?" Blue spoke with an emotionless voice, trying to keep his anger from showing.

"What the fuck is wrong is with you!? Our father—"

"No. Your father. I have nothing to do with that corpse." Blue cut in sharply.

"Blue, you—"

Blue terminated the call before getting to hear the rest of Eliot’s words, then blocked his number and turned on the airplane mode of his phone.

Preston Kent was dead.

For many years, this had been Blue’s prayer. There was a time when Blue would sit alone in his room and recite the words, "I wish he was dead. I wish he was dead. I wish he was dead."

Now that the man was actually dead, Blue didn’t feel any regrets for those prayers. Blue had known for a long time that Preston’s death wasn’t going to make him breakdown or feel bad for hating the man while he was alive.

Blue had thought that he would feel nothing if Preston died. But that was not the case. Blue was feeling something. And it was pure rage.

Mini theater:

Winter: You can hold me if you feel sad.

Blue: ...

Winter: You can also hold me if you don’t feel sad.

Blue: ...