The Alpha's Addiction [BXB]

Chapter 38: Quiet

For a few seconds, I don't know what to do. My mind goes completely blank as I attempt to process what is going on before me.

"Harder! How many times do I have to say it?!" Beau demands from where he's being pounded into the sofa, Rafael suspended over him, glistening with sweat from his effort.

"I-I'm trying," the alpha grunts out, grabbing the omega by the waist and thrusting in again. Beau lets out another pitchy moan.

Moon Goddess, I did not sign up to see this. Why the fuck am I standing here frozen, subjecting myself to this? Go. Right. I should go so they don't catch me catching them fucking. But as I step backward, my slipper scuffs the floor cringingly loud.

Rafael's body goes rigid and he halts his movements.

"Why did you stop? Are you incompetent? Ugh, this is what I get for letting a desperate alpha like you fuck m—"

Beau stops his verbal attack on Rafael when he spots me in the doorway, half hidden by shadow. Apparently my fight or flight instincts are out of practice, because for the life of me, I can't move now that I've been spotted. It all happened so fast and I feel like an idiot.

Beau's eyes flare with rage and he pulls back a leg to kick Rafael away from him, tiny foot hitting him square in the abdomen. The alpha hisses in pain, swiveling his head towards me and I can practically see the blood draining from his face.

"Oh, Goddess. Forgive me," he yanks up his pants that were strewn across the floor, barely pulling them up over his legs before he's barreling past me and disappearing down the hall.

"So you're pathetic enough to watch other omegas getting laid since Cyrus won't fuck you?" his high voice stabs into my eardrums, the venom in his words striking me completely out of nowhere. He wraps a spare blanket around himself, crossing his arms.

"Excuse me?" I ask in disbelief. Not only is that first part about me being some kind of voyeur wholly untrue--he thinks Cyrus doesn't have it in him to fuck me? The soreness of my ass and legs despite our coupling being days ago would disagree. "I'm not the one fucking with the door wide open in a public living area."

Beau scoffs. "Whatever. You better not tell Cyrus what you just saw."

"And why would I? He wouldn't care. He doesn't want you. That's not gonna change regardless of how often you remind him how petite you are or cling to his arm like a helpless pup."

Oh, he does not like that. Not one bit. His pretty face contorts into the meanest scowl I've ever seen as he stands up from the sofa. "Listen here. I have a reputation to maintain in this Pack. So, even if you're deluded enough to think Cyrus doesn't desire me, you're not to say a word—to anyone, for that matter."

I roll my eyes at how serious he thinks this is. "I'm not a virgin either, Beau,"

"And look where that's gotten you. Everyone here whispers behind your back, you know. You have a pup at 22 and no alpha to show for it. Cyrus's father thinks you're a whore—"

"I'm well aware of these things," I cut him off, my voice sharp. "You think you're so superior? If you wanna play that way—slut shame me—fine. We're both damaged goods, then, by that idiotic standard."

His lip curls in fury as he takes a step closer. "Don't you dare compare me to the likes of you. I didn't ruin my body, passing myself around and having a pup so young. I can still get pregnant. You can't say the same."