Omega and the beast

Chapter 52

Reed's P.O.V.

"We judge the case in The Royal's favour as we want to ensure the survival of our species and a stolen omega is a serious crime."

I have never before been so scared or horrified as when I let those monsters take away my mate from me. Even though I knew it was for his own good in the long run, how I turned to Parley, it didn't ease the pain. A pain born in fear of never seeing my mate again and not being able to nurture, protect or love him.

I know I did it to save Ryan but also Alex, and the whole pack. But that didn't make anything easier, and I spent my time waiting for the ring of alphas by wrecking my office or running thru the woods, so fucking much. I tore the room apart, drained my body of energy and ran until my paws bled.

Then to hear how the mighty five would judge the case in favour of the Fangs and the Royals, claiming it was the best for the biggest picture...

I have never turned my back on our laws and rules, I have always lived honourably and honestly. But there and then, when I realized that they were going to take MY mate away from me, how THEY were willing to break the rules and steal Ryan... I was ready to fight until the last drop of blood, to save my mate.

I would do everything in my power to at least make him not end up with them. I would sacrifice myself to save Ryan from the torment they would send him to.

And what made me even more furious was how they ignored those very obvious signs how Ryan was claimed. He may not be pregnant, but he sure smells like me, acts like a claimed omega and... I actually thought the mighty five would judge everything to our favour, that being the most sane and right thing to do.

But they couldn't be trusted and now with the facts in hand I realise it has always been so, and I will never again trust them. They don't deserve that trust.

But now Ryan was here with me. Thanks to my brother and Mike he will forever be by my side. And I would never let him go again.

Ryan moaned in his sleep, whining slightly when I shifted to pull up the blanket over his body, covering him and our knotting. I licked his cheek, whispering tender affections to him.

We sat in the living room in the east wing, him straddling my lap while sitting on my knot. He slept in my arms, exhausted. It was our second knotting since we returned.

He was desperate for my knot, but rather to regain the feeling of us being with each other again. And I can admit how I myself wanted to claim him, again and again to reclaim what was mine, no; ours, and to make that vile stench leave his tender skin.

He oozed not only of the Royals, but of distress too. His omega pheromones were in revolt, and he needed his alpha. He needed me.

"Alpha?" I looked up dully at Adam and Otto, my two closest friends as they entered the room. They sat down on the other couch, smiling tiredly at us. "Do you guys need anything?"

"No," I answered low. "But thank you." They let their eyes fall on Ryan's sleeping form.

"He's finally asleep?"

"Yes," I sighed, rubbing my nose all over him. "He is so scared and, well; he needs his pack even though he wanna keep for himself. So, I carried him here, so he can smell all of you but not when it's too crowded."

It was around 3am, half of the pack was sleeping while the rest were out patrolling. The foreign wolves were either outside with the pack or in their suites, resting.

I was so grateful yet amazed at how Angus and Mike brought so many to our aid. More than ten Nordic wolves that came to help me recover Ryan. I hadn't yet have time to speak with any of them more properly, but even though I was so thankful I had to look after Ryan now.