The Omega's Price

Chapter 15: Daisies and Sunshine

Gulf heard a snicker erupt and looked over to see Grandmother not even trying to hold in her laughter. She winked when they made eye contact and Gulf heard a thud as Zan fell to his seat in shock.

"So much for knowing this family your entire life" Gulf mumbled under his breath and smiled when Zan shot him a death glare.

"Shut up you stupid, bumbling, fucking omega. You know nothing of it." Zan whispered back, voice teeming with fury.

While Gulf loved nothing more than to see this omega taken down a notch and, by the head of the family, no less, Zan's comments struck a chord with him.

Growing up Gulf had always been too tall, too clumsy, too thin, too brash and bold compared to other, shorter, wide-hipped, smooth-toned and nurturing omegas. He had always stuck out in the crowd. The head of the small house for boys that he had lived in until he was sixteen and emancipated himself, had told him he was always confused at how Gulf had been born an omega. He was much more alpha-like. Too omega to be taken seriously but too alpha to fit in with the demure omegas. But he would be damned if he let Zan see any type of reaction to his nasty comments.

"Street trash, stupid and bumbling? You tend to call me a lot of names without even knowing me. Are you projecting?" Gulf asked with the utmost politeness.

"Projecting? Projecting what?" Zan looked at him in confusion before he rolled his eyes, "actually omega, do me a favor? Don't fucking talk to me. I can't even stand to breathe your same air."

"Oh? It must hurt to know then, that I've shared the same air and the same bed with Mew for the past three nights. He can't even stand to be away from me. And you? Has he even spoken to you other than that paternity test visit?" Gulf asked confidently, his voice smoother than syrup.

He could tell that his words had hit the mark whenever Zan flicked a look over at him that surpassed death glare and moved into evil gaze territory, but he said nothing.

So naturally Gulf carried on, "speaking of paternity tests. I'm sure you got that all doctored up right? Can't have the pesky news of Mew not being the father putting a dent in your plans, right? So, tell me, who actually is the father?"

Gulf watched in satisfaction as Zan's wide-eyed, deer-in-the-headlights expression stared straight ahead and Gulf knew he had been right. So much for Grandmother's side piece.

At that moment, a patron across the table commandeered Zan's attention, "so Zan, I'm rather surprised your older brother isn't here. It isn't like him to miss these events."

Zan chuckled good naturedly, the picture-perfect omega tone he obviously had perfected made Gulf cringe, "Sin is otherwise occupied this evening. Those soirees don't set up themselves."

His natural response to call it an orgy was overshadowed by the thundering of his heart as hostility flowed through his veins, "Sin?"

Zan ignored him as he continued to speak to the woman and Gulf's vision went blurry. His stomach flipped in warning, as if his children were trying to soothe him, but his body felt like molten lava, rage and anger pouring off him in waves as the name of the man who had cost him everything bounced around in his head. Sin Sutipak, Zan Sutipak, brothers? But of course, they were related. His body turned towards Zan, unsure of his own actions until a palm came down on his shoulder and tightened. A familiar, spicy scent enveloped him.

"Kosdyr, not here" Mew bent down and whispered in his ear.

"Paaka I-I need air. I need to breathe" he gasped.

Mew helped him from his chair and wrapped an arm around his waist and glanced to the young alpha that was sitting on the other side of him, " when I come back if you would be so kind as to switch me chairs Lucia" he said politely although his tone implied that it wasn't a question.