Hear Me: An Omega's Tale

21. Alec

My phone creaks, threatening to crumble in my hands as I focus on not crushing it, the information it was feeding me is far too precious to delay due to a fit of jealousy. 

My hands shake from the restraint it had taken to not rip Grace from that sly, bastard's lap. Her doe-like eyes, wide and trusting as she accepted her food. Pink lips, sealing themselves around the fork and the little scrunch in her blonde eyebrow, every time the bite was especially delicious... it made me ravenous.

I adjust my throbbing cock, the grey joggers I had grabbed before heading down, sat too tight against my barely contained arousal.

It was becoming more challenging by the day. Being around her, smelling her sweet scent and not being able to touch her soft skin. I wasn't a patient man by nature. What I want I take. 

But I can't afford to fuck up any small progress I have made thus far, by going all caveman on her. James had liked it, but James was never as frail as our new mate. Despite his trauma, he craved our aggression as much as our softness. But the faun-like omega is too timid for that. In time, she will grow accustomed to it and know that never will our wild temperaments, result in her suffering. I had to take things slow and if that meant wanking in the shower at stupid O'clock, like some fucking teenager who had never so much as got his dick wet, so I didn't pounce her and James whilst they slept, then so be it. 

If it meant at the end of the day, she was to look at me the same way she does my pack, then I'll suffer for as long as it takes. My dick throbs in protest, desperate to burrow deep into the tight-

"Eto srabotalo, ublyudok popalsya na to. V nyneshnem vide Entoni Mur teper' dolzhen PNA group khoroshaya summa v pyat' milionov."

It worked, the bastard fell for it. As it stands, Anthony Moore now owes PNA group a nice sum of five million.

I groan in frustration.

Focus, dammit.

" Vse v poryadke, boss?"

Everything alright, boss?

I sigh at my own lack of control. I didn't have time to lose myself to my hormones, no matter how tempting the idea was. 

"YA v poryadke. Spasibo, Igor'"

I'm fine. Thank you, Igor.  

I lean My head against the wall as I hang up. Igor and his pack alphas, Vlad, Oleg and Akim,  had been loyal since long before I destroyed my father. Son's to his former right-hand man, we grew up in similar, fucked up dynamics. There was no other man, outside of my pack, that I trusted more to oversee my little project.

I smile as the beast inside of me, the one that craves blood, roars in delight. It was too risky to just take Anthony out. On the off chance we were discovered and the wrong person connected the right dots, tracing them back to Grace...no, I had to find another way.

It was almost too easy. The bastard was famous in the underground gambling scene, for burning through his money as if it grew on trees. I knew he was desperate, so I bought out a legal loan agency, one small enough to not raise any eyebrows. One spam call later and the fool was signing his life away, without reading the fine print. 

It wasn't too out of character for me to buy it. I had my hands on a number of different projects. As far as anyone else is concerned, it is simply another business venture.

We did the same with a few other men, well known for their cruel ways and pathetic spending habits, it would look far too suspicious if we simply targeted Anthony. Even if I was capable of feeling sympathy for the beta scum we dragged into this, I doubt it would incur much of it.