We Are Destiny, page 26
“Where is he?” I growl.
“The bathroom, he said he needed a moment,” Carter says, then curses. He takes off to the bathroom, shouting his name. He comes back a few seconds later. “He’s not in there.”
“Then where the fuck is he?!” Calix demands.
“I think he’s hurt,” Everlee whines, running her hands through her hair as she looks around. “I don’t think he’s here.”
The guys take off, looking around the whole place as I hold Everlee, trying to keep it together. I’m mad, scared, and worried with not knowing what the fuck is going on.
“He’s not in the bar,” Carter announces, grabbing his phone. He holds it up to his ear. “Fuck. Voicemail.”
“I’ll call his sister,” Calix says as we head toward the front door.
“I don’t think he would just leave without telling us,” Everlee sniffs.
“Spencer!” I start shouting into the night air, tears starting to prick my eyes. I feel myself slowly going mad. I need my Omega. I need to know he’s safe and in my arms.
“Spencer!” we all start to scream as we look around the building.
“Hey!” someone shouts. My head snaps over to see Liam Matthews jog over to us.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I demand, sounding as feral as I feel.
“They took him,” he says, sounding out of breath as he stops in front of us.
“Who took him?!” Carter shouts.
“My pack. We all came to town to see our families for Christmas. I was spending time with mine tonight and meant to meet the guys at the bar. I showed up late, but I was just in time to see them throw him in the back seat of the car.”
“What?!” Calix roars.
“Why?!” Everlee sobs.
“I didn’t know about any of this, I swear. I called the cops, they’re on their way,” Liam explains, looking guilty as fuck. He should!
They took him. The Alphas who dare mess with my Omegas fucking took one of them, right out from under our fucking noses.
“I’m going to kill him,” I promise, lips pulling back into a sneer.
“They’re not the same. They’re bitter and pissed off about not finding an Omega after all this time. They hate you guys for not only taking Everlee from us, but having another Omega when we have none,” Liam says. “I don’t share the same feelings as they do, I promise. I’ve been thinking of leaving Calling Wood and the pack for a while now. Fuck, I wanted to do something, but they would have shot me.”
“What?!” Everlee shrieks. “They have guns?”
“I told you, they’ve been slowly losing their minds over this,” Liam says.
Calix steps up to Liam, grabbing him by the shirt and getting into his face. “If anything happens to my Omega, I will not only kill them, but you too.”
“I think I know where they’re taking him,” Liam offers, voice trembling.
“Take us, now!” Carter roars.
We all get in the car and while the guys are yelling at Liam, I’m holding Everlee in my arms as she cries. I need to hold it together for my Omegas. They need me, and if I break, I’ll fail them. Fail him. I can’t fail him again.
The fear of what they’re going to do to him makes me sick as tears silently pour down my cheeks. I want to cry, to scream, but I’m going to stay strong. I’ll break only when he’s back safe in my arms.
Spencer
It feels like I’ve swallowed cotton, my body heavy like it’s being weighed down by cement blocks. My eyes feel like they’ve been sewn shut as I try to open them and fail.
I hear voices slowly coming into focus over the ringing in my ears. Where am I? And who is that?
Then it comes rushing back to the forefront of my mind. Greg grabbed me, threatened my pack. Then Pack Matthews grabbed me and tossed me in the back seat of the car. I grabbed the gun in Brian’s belt and aimed it at Corbin's head. Then everything went black.
“I think he’s awake.” Corbin chuckles. “Just in time for the big moment.”
“Just relax, Omega. As soon as you get our bites, you won’t feel like you do right now. You’ll realize we’re what’s best for you,” Greg says.
Someone touches my leg, and revulsion rolls through me. I try to move away but fail, my body too weak to do anything. Whatever they gave me left me feeling helpless and at their mercy.
“Fuck... you,” I slur.
“No, but we’re going to enjoy fucking you,” Brian coos. “An Omega like you, your cock must be perfect.”
“Don’t... touch... me.”
“Oh, come on, Omega. Just relax. There's no point in fighting,” Brian says. Someone pets the side of my face, and I start to cry in frustration.
“You might be pretty, but you sure are stupid,” Greg laughs. “You came so willingly. All we had to do is say your Omega and Alpha were in danger and you practically fell at our feet to save them.” I feel hot breath against my cheek, the smell making me gag. “Wanna know something?” he asks, amusement lacing his words. “That person at the bar? He wasn’t with us. He didn’t have a gun, and your girls were never really in any danger. All you needed to do was scream, fight back, and you would be safe in their arms. But you froze like a fucking pussy. And now you’re ours.”
I bite the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood as I try to hold back my tears. My chest heaves and my nostrils flare as I struggle to breathe.
I don’t want them to touch me. Dear god, don’t let them do this. Please, tell me someone, anyone, is coming to save me.
I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry for being so stupid. For pitying myself when I should have manned the fuck up and told Ivy how I felt. I’m sorry that if Everlee didn’t save me, I would have taken the easy way out.
I just found my pack, my people, the ones who love me with everything they have. I don’t wanna lose them. I don’t want anyone else but them. I’ll do anything, God. Please, please, don’t let them do this to me.
“Enough delaying this. We need to get this done now,” Greg says. “If someone finds us, we can make Spencer tell them he wanted it. That he would rather be with us than the Sinclairs. He will be bonded to us, he won’t want to fight it.”
“Never,” I choke out. “I’ll never willingly be with you.”
“Good thing I don’t care about if you're willing or not.” Brian’s chuckled response is sick and evil.
And in this moment, I know if someone doesn’t save me, they’re going to not only force their bites on me to bond, but also their bodies.
My pack won’t see me the same after this. They will see me for the damaged Omega I’ve always been.
And then I’ll truly have nothing left to live for. I wouldn’t be able to live if they weren’t mine. Without them, I’m nothing.
Carter
The car doesn’t even come to a full stop before I’m out and running toward the little house in the middle of nowhere that Liam directed us to.
Dread fills my veins as my feet pound up the steps. My hand finds the door knob, and I go to open it, finding it locked.
With a savage snarl, I throw all my body weight against the door. It takes me two times before the door crashes open. I ignore the pain radiating through my arm as Spencer’s sobs reach my ears.
Never in my life have I felt so unhinged and full of rage than I do right now. How fucking dare they take what’s mine. I will break every single one of their fucking fingers for touching him. The cops better get here soon or there’s going to be three dead bodies on the ground.
With speed I didn’t know I had, I sprint up the stairs two steps at a time. Calix is now at my heels as we both race toward our Omega.
“Don’t touch me!” Spencer screams.
“Take it like a good little Omega,” Greg growls back. “And shut the fuck up.”
We crash through the door and the sight before me has me losing my fucking mind. All three of them are naked, their cocks in their hands, while my sweet Spencer lays there bare, tears spilling down his cheeks. He’s tied to a bed post with Brian’s mouth hovering over his neck.
They all look up at me, fear bright in their eyes.
“Carter! Calix!” I’ll never get the sound of our names out of my head as Spencer sobs them out, anguish and relief wrapped around his words.
Red is all I see as I storm over, grab Brian by the hair and rip him away from my Omega.
“You piece of shit!” I roar as I start to pound into him. “I’m going to kill you for touching him!” I let loose, blow after blow. I bathe in the sound of bones breaking beneath my fist.
“Carter!” Ivy’s voice snaps me out of my rage-haze.
With my chest heaving, I look up at her with wild eyes. “You’re going to kill him. He’s not worth going to jail and being away from your pack,” she says with pleading eyes.
“Fuck!” I shout. She’s right.
I stagger to my feet and look down at the mangled mess on the ground. With my lip peeled back, I spit on his bloody face.
While I was dealing with this fucker, Calix took down Greg, his face much like Brian’s, and surprisingly, Liam has Corbin on the ground, holding his arms behind his back as his boot presses him to the floor.
“You came.” Spencer’s broken voice has us all rushing over to him. I make quick work of the ropes, getting him free before pulling him into my arms. He starts to cry, deep heartbreaking sobs that rattle my soul.
“Shhh, baby boy. We have you,” I tell him, finally letting myself cry as I hold my Omega, safe in my arms. “I’m so fucking sorry, baby. I should have been there with you. I’m so fucking sorry.”
We all sit on the bed, crying and soothing each other, just being there in the moment, knowing that he’s safe.
The ambulance comes and takes the waste of space away. I don’t look, knowing that if I see any of them, I’ll finish the job.
“Did they bite you?” Ivy asks, taking Spencer’s face in her hands.
“No. No, you got here in time,” he sniffs. “You got here in time.” He breaks down again. I rub his back, not letting go of him. I know the others want to hold him in their arms, but I can’t seem to let him go right now.
But it’s killing them, their bond working ten times over what I’m feeling. I let Calix pull Spencer into his arms and grab a blanket to cover him up.
“Did they... did they touch you?” I ask, fearing his answer.
“No,” he says. “They were about to. Fuck! You’re all my saving grace.”
I look at the others and pull Everlee in my arms. She’s crying, and hasn’t really stopped since Liam told us Spencer was taken.
“When we get home, we're bonding you,” I tell him.
“Please?” he pleads, looking at me with hopeful eyes. “I’m ready, so fucking ready.”
“Shhh,” Calix says, kissing the side of this head.
Sometimes being an Alpha is hard. You need to hold yourself together and be strong for your Omegas, but sometimes it becomes so much you want to break too.
And I will, but not right now. We’ll get him looked at, get back home and then, when he’s safe in our bed, I’ll slip away and have my moment to let my guard down.
“We love you so much, Spencer. Whatever they said, it’s all lies. We would burn down the fucking world to get to you. Always. Please know that, believe that,” I tell him, taking his hand in mind and giving it a squeeze.
“I do.” He gives me a sad smile. “I really do. I don’t deserve you, but fuck, I’m so glad you’re all mine.”
That’s where he’s wrong. We’re the ones who don’t deserve him. But none of us will ever let him go. We will love him, care for him, and be the best we can for him. We will help him learn, grow, and thrive.
As long as we're all safe and happy, that’s all that matters. But if anyone ever tries to fuck with Pack Sinclair again, they better pray the Devil gets to them before I do.
CHAPTER 25
Spencer
“I’ll get the bags,” Calix says as we all get out of the car.
We're finally home after four very long days. After the cops came and took Pack Matthews away, I was taken to the hospital near my parents’ place. Once they looked me over and saw that I was fine, at least physically, they let me go. They said that the drug Brian gave me shouldn’t cause any long term damage, but to keep an eye out for any lingering side effects. Afterwards, we spent hours in the police station answering questions.
My pack was not happy about that. They wanted me home and resting, but we also wanted to make sure they got as much information as they could so Pack Matthews would be put away for a long time.
I’m still partially in shock and very tired. I’ve been sleeping most of the days away. My parents wanted me to stay close for a few days, and my pack wanted me to rest before traveling again.
Carter and Calix took the guest room while Ivy and Everlee slept with me in my childhood bed. If I didn’t just go through something so messed up, I would have suggested we make one of my teenage dreams come true. And leave it to Everlee to make a joke along the same lines.
To say I’ve been clingy with my pack is an understatement. It’s like I need to have one of them touching me at all times or I start to have an anxiety attack. I’m pissed at the world because I worked so hard to learn to live with my disorder, only to have three monsters set me back.
Thankfully, not in ways that would put barriers between me and my pack. I want them to touch me, to love me, to make me feel good. If anything, it helps soothe my soul, knowing it’s their hands on my body.
I know things could have gone worse. I could have been raped, I could have been forced to be bonded to a pack of evil men.
I’ll forever be grateful to my Alphas for getting there in time. They truly are my heroes, and I plan on making sure they know that every day.
Now that we're home, all I want to do is snuggle in bed with my lovers. To be surrounded by their smells, their love, their bodies.
“Carter,” I say as he closes the car door behind me. I’m tired and feeling very much like the Omega I’m meant to be right now.
“Yes, baby boy?” he asks.
I step into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I need you,” I tell him, nuzzling his neck.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he replies, picking me up like I weigh nothing. Closing my eyes, I let him carry me into the house. He doesn’t stop until we get to the pack room. He lays me down in the middle of the bed, and I whimper at the loss of his touch. “Shhh, baby boy. I’m just taking off my shoes,” he says, doing so before crawling into bed with me. He pulls me back in his arms, and I sigh, closing my eyes as I snuggle into him. “Sleep, baby.”
Right now, I let them do what they crave, what is in their DNA, and allow them to take care of me. I need it, and they need it.
Carter does something I’m not used to, and starts to purr. In that moment, I feel relaxed and safe enough to fall asleep as he rubs his hand up and down my back in soothing motions.
“Carter,” I say, a while later after waking from my nap.
“Right here, baby,” he says, kissing the top of my head. I can smell the others before I see them. Blinking my eyes open, I find them surrounding us and the TV playing in the background.
“I need you. All of you,” I tell him, looking up into his eyes. “Please bite me, mark me, make me yours officially?”
He growls, sending a shiver down my spine and right to my dick. “Are you sure? We don’t want to do anything that upsets you.”
He means he doesn’t want to trigger any reaction from me by putting me in a vulnerable situation, especially after what just happened. But the thing is, I trust them, and the idea doesn’t scare me. Those monsters didn’t take that from me, didn’t end up holding power over that part of my life.
“I’ve never been so sure of something in my whole life."
“Are you alright if we make our bonding a little tamer than they usually are?” Calix asks.
“What do you mean?” I ask, brows furrowed.
“Bonding can be an intense experience and often done during sex. And as much as we all want to bond with you that way, Spencer...” he looks away, anguish on his face.
“Hey,” I say, taking his hand and threading my fingers through his. “I don’t need sex, I just need you. All of you.” I’m sure what they walked in on is something they’re not going to be able to get out of their heads for a while. I hate that they had to see me in that situation. It never should have happened, and I know they blame themselves, but I don’t. It’s no one’s fault but Pack Matthews.
“Ivy,” Carter says, moving to make room for her so that she can take his place next to me. “I think you should have the honor to bond with our Omega first.”
“Ummm, pretty sure that honor went to meeee,” Everlee sing-songs.
“Okay,” Carter chuckles. “Then she can be the first Alpha.”
“Hi, baby boy,” Ivy says as I lay back down. I’m still sleepy so I welcome her in my arms as she cuddles up to me. She drapes herself on top of me, putting her face in the crook of my neck.
“I love you,” I tell her, closing my eyes as I inhale her peaches and cream scent.
“I love you too,” she tells me, kissing my neck. “And Spencer?”
“Yeah?” I murmur, my arm wrapping around her, holding her tightly to my body.
“I’m so damn happy that I’m your Alpha,” she admits, and I hear the sincerity in her voice.
“I didn’t think it would ever happen,” I say, swallowing thickly. “But here we are. And Ivy, I’ll never take yours or any of the others’ love for granted.”
“I know, baby boy,” she says, peppering kisses on my neck. “Now, can I make you mine, sweet Omega?”
“Please.” I let out a shaky breath, excitement filling me in a rush. “I’m yours. I always have been and always will be.”
“Forever and always,” she murmurs against my neck. Then I feel her mouth open, latching onto my neck. I suck in a deep breath as she bites down, her teeth breaking the skin. I moan, very loudly might I add, while my body fills with euphoria. It feels like liquid fire flows through my veins. And then I feel her, the love she has for me, the worry for my safety, and the pure happiness. It almost becomes too much, too overwhelming, and then I’m hit with the realization of why bonding is normally done during sex. It feels so good, too good, because my cock pulses, and well, let’s just say I’m finishing in my pants.
