Alpha's Little Secret

Chapter 22| Vacation

After the interview aired, we quickly decided that we needed to go on vacation while my Opa searched for a permanent residence me and Drake could call our own. Privacy had become non-existent outside of my apartment because of the media attention and the only person I knew who could handle searching for a suitable home was my opa. Despite how much he annoyed me, I knew he'd make it perfect because it was literally his job. Interior decorator and real estate agent were only a few of the many job titles he had.

"Max! Oh my gosh! It's beautiful!" Drake exclaimed, bringing me out of thoughts. His sun kissed skin was covered with navy blue wash board shorts that exposed his legs and half of his upset thigh, a fitted white t-shirt that was rolled up at the sleeves, and a pair of sandal slides that displayed his pedicured feet. I had secretly become obsessed with him gaining confidence in his body. Drake was gorgeous and he shouldn't be afraid to show it.

As we exited our transportation boat, I could see the crystal blue water reflecting off of his eyes while he looked around at all the houses that floated above the water. I had rented out a private property in the Maldives so we wouldn't be bothered by anyone. We'd have a house and a part of the water to ourselves. "Mr. Jenkins, right this way," our tour guide said while guiding us along the bridge that lead to our specific home for a week.

A 28,000 square foot luxury villa that sat right above the water came into view, surprising me. I had paid a decent amount of money for the property I rented out, but this wasn't what was on the website. This would've costed me tens of thousands of dollars more than what I actually spent.

"Welcome to the Kingwell Villa," the guide announced as he walked us in. Everything was white, spacious, and extremely expensive. The inside was complete with 5 bedrooms with their own bathrooms and a large kitchen with marble countertops, that I would probably never use, A living room that was probably bigger than my apartment, and a backyard the looked over the entire ocean.

"Oh my goodness! Max, you went all out. You didn't have to..."

"I wasn't expecting this either. I guess my likeness reached someone," I theorized, quickly acknowledging that I didn't do this. Maybe the person who owned the property was a fan or something. Or maybe someone made a mistake. Sure I was a well paid actor, but I could only afford so much.

"You are correct Mr.Jenkins," a boys voice spoke from the stair case. A alpha male with hazel eyes and ear length dark haired looked completely through me at Drake. I quickly stepped in front, blocking his view of the omega. I was always weary of intent filled eyes. Drake was literally an Alpha magnet. That natural innocent look paired with his feminine like beauty made him hard to resist.

"W-who are you and why...."

"Don't be so concerned Maxwell. I'm just someone who wants to see you both have a good time. I'm sure your just trying to escape the craziness in your lives right now. I'm a fan of you both," he explained as he fully stepped out into view. The boy looked oddly familiar, I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"I'm surprised you don't recognize me Max. We used to be really good friends back when we were kids," the boy said. Instantly I knew who it was. Memories of my childhood suddenly flooded back as I smiled.

Dylan Kingwell. We were cast mates on a show that was canceled years ago. It was one of my first gigs and I had spent a lot of time hanging out with him since we were the only kids.

"Dylan, holy crap! It's been forever!" I exclaimed, ignoring the fact that he was ogling over my boyfriend for now.

"Yes it has. So much has changed. You finally got taller and you went and found yourself the perfect mate. I mean look at him. He's gorgeous," Dylan said, while letting his eyes fall back on a blushing Drake. He never took compliments well and it was probably because he could feel how annoyed it made me. People always felt the need to flirt with him in my presence.

"Ummm...thank you," Drake replied shyly. He was never one to really acknowledge how attractive he was despite all the compliments from me and the media.

"You're very welcome. Someone as perfect as you should always be complimented," Dylan remarked. He was pushing his luck, but I didn't want to jump to any conclusions. We had just arrived and I wanted things to be as drama free as possible.

"Anyways, let me get out of your hair. You two probably want privacy," Dylan said as he paced towards the front door.

"Oh, no worriers. We were actually about to head out for lunch after we put our suitcases away," Drake explained. I instantly felt a little flustered. All I wanted was to be alone for at least an hour, but I guess that could wait. This vacation really wasn't for me. It was for him. If he wanted to go out, then we'd go out.

...

"So, how has life been?" I asked, once we were settled at our table for lunch. Dylan sat back in his seat and grinned. I'm sure he was doing well for himself. He looked like life had treated him kindly.

"It's been great. I did a couple of big movies after the show was canceled and invested a lot of the money I made. That's how I ended up with a house in Maldives," Dylan explained. He had always had a knack for investing in things. Maybe I should follow in his footsteps and take a chance. I had the money.

"Oh, that sounds great. I bet omegas are lining up to be with you," I joked. In that same moment Drake leaned in close and whispered something to me. "Be nice," he said, while pecking the outer part of my ear. Drake had probably caught on the moment Dylan started complimenting him. I just couldn't help myself. I was possessive, jealous, and almost to clingy with Drake. It was a natural reaction.

Even now, Dylan was glaring at us. It felt as if he didn't like that fact that my own boyfriend was touching me. What was his problem? Drake was with me. He was marked by me. He belonged to me. Admitting that to myself felt so weird. I knew he wouldn't argue with it. He liked when I claimed him in such a way. I just felt like he should always have a choice. How he felt mattered too.

"Well, none of them are as beautiful as your the boy next to you. So there's no point in entertaining it," Dylan smirked, acting as if I didn't just see his nostrils flare. I glared at Dylan, forcing him to lean back and cock his head to the side.

"I'm joking Max. I just wanted to get under you skin a little. Your always so tense," he said laughing it off. Drake gave me a passive look, but I knew that he was telling me to calm down. There was no need to be so defensive. Drake obviously would never entertain the possibility.

"Besides, I'm currently getting married to someone. I invited them to lunch if you don't mind," Dylan explained. Of course he did. He always had a weird way of trying to one up me. I never participated in that kind of toxic alpha contest. I avoided Alphas like that all together because they thought everything was a competition.

"Sure!" Drake exclaimed. I'm sure Drake was just excited that he'd get to talk to another omega and not have to deal with Dylan calling beautiful every 5 seconds or staring at him like a delicious dessert .

"Thanks, there's no point in keeping him a secret right?" Dylan joked. Although lighthearted I knew he was attacking my pride. The entire world knew I kept Drake a secret for reasons that they'd never understand. It wasn't something that I could just do. Drake's sanity was more important.

"We had our reason," I replied with the best fake smile I could produce. Dylan nodded letting his eyes linger on Drake for an uncomfortable amount of time. I naturally pulled the omega closer so that our shoulders and legs were touching.

About five minutes later an omega appeared. He was quite attractive. With alluring blue eyes, soft brunette curly hair with blond highlights, and a modelesque face, he was essentially perfect.

"Max...Drake, this is my fiancé, Oscar," Dylan announced without even looking at the omega. Oscar smiled at us both an sat down next to Dylan.

"It's very nice to meet you both," he said in a posh British accent. The boy definitely came from wealth. The way he carried himself spoke of years of pampering and training to be the perfect omega. He never once looked me in the eyes and kept his presence small despite him being so eye catching. If I had to guess it, he was probably engaged to to Dylan. Maybe even forced by the omega boy's family.

"You as well..." Drake replied softly. He probably realized it before I did. The omega was being abused in some way. I didn't want to start blaming people or pointing fingers, but you could tell he was afraid of making a mistake. Afraid of pissing whoever was in control of him off. I just hoped it wasn't Dylan who was behind it.