Breeds - An Alpha and Omega's Story - part 2

Chapter 16 Darius

His men had made short work of Fairchild's men and when they entered the house, they were surprise to find it empty.

Amira's scent was potent and everywhere, and it had travelled straight to his dick.

However, he was not alone. All of his men were starting to act differently. He sensed their arousal and begun to worry.
What if they turned on him?

His men began ripping the house apart, searching for Fairchild.

They had entered from the back of the house expecting more fighting but were greeted with nothing.

Darius followed his nose and the scent of his omega.

As he entered the main hall way a door at the far side flew open and Grayson Fairchild stood there, in all his naked glory, a manic look on his face.

Darius's men had now caught up with him, and formed a wall at his back.

Darius was torn, should he dismantle this arsehole limb by limb, or should he get to his omega.

He could smell other Alphas that he recognised, and the thought of other Alphas in his omega's proximity sent flares of anger through his body, fuck Fairchild, it was Amira that counted.

"Take him." He yelled to his men, "don't kill him, I want to do that myself." He added, as he passed the naked Alpha and headed through the door, which he closed behind him, and headed  on down the stairs.

As he entered the chamber at the bottom of the stairs he was drawn to a halt by the sight before him.

There in a cage was his omega. He knew her smell but he barely recognised her. Her hair was matted, her beautiful body was black and blue and her face streaked with tears.

As if sensing his presence she turned towards him.
When his eyes met hers, his stomach twisted, his beautiful omega was a mere shadow.
The desperation and need in her face called to him.
He didn't even register the other Alphas caged in the room. All he saw was her.

Her pull overcast how broken she looked, all he wanted was to go to her. Yes his cock was solid, and he would have no problem at all sinking deeply into her, but it was more than that, he didn't want to just rut her. He wanted to tend to her, heal her wounds, hold her close and tell her how life without her had been unbearable, how each day had seemed like an eternity without her in his arms. He missed her laugh, her voice and how she had become the air he needed to survive.

She pleaded with him to go to her, but he couldn't.

Every fibre of his being wanted to take hold of her and make her whole again but his promise to Kieran had been his word. They had agreed he would approach her first, he would speak to her first. So as much as Darius's insides tore at his skin to move to her, he couldn't.

He was aware of Heraldo yelling at him from across the room, but the words were meaningless - there was just her.

When his team came down to the cellar he yelled his command, and to his relief they left, leaving only Kieran to approached Amira.

He didn't hear the words Kieran spoke to her, but her eyes never left his, and when she called his name and he knew she had chosen him, his body lifted. He would swear that his feet actually left the ground and he flew to her.

Stood before her, outside the cage he took in every detail, every bite mark, every bruise, every cut.

Outwardly he was calm but inside his blood was raging, he would return each wound tenfold to its perpetrator, Fairchild would regret the day he ever laid a finger on her.