Offroad POV
Offroad walked into the conference room and felt the room go silent, yup always the talk of the town. Offroad sighed and proceeded to take a seat at the head of the table. His father would be seated at the other. The table was rectangular and on each side set the head of each of the other 8 highborne families. Their heirs respectfully stood behind them. They ranged from male to female alpha to omega. For walking around with sticks up their asses they were a diverse group at least. Offroad kicked his feet up on the table which his father had smacked down as he had walked passed. Offroad grumbled and kicked them back up. He could feel the stares he hadn't bothered to button his shirt he had just tucked in the end tails. His molded chest and abs were on full display as well as the healing bite marks.
"I want to thank you all for meeting here this morning on such short notice," His father stated as he reached the end of the table taking his seat.
"Can you tell us what for?" One of the heads asked.
"I am getting married," Offroad announced, followed by a fake cheer.
"Too who?" Deacon's annoying voice came from down at his father's end standing behind his father.
"Not you," Offroad laughed. "But one of them," Offroad mentioned to the others lining the walls. Offroad smiled to himself as he smelt the alpha walk in. He watched Deacon's eyes go wide from behind his sunglasses.
"I'm sorry, could you be more specific?" Ian, one of the heirs, asked. He was the one out of 2 betas who were in the room.
"Certainly, I plan on getting married to one of you, not Deacon," Offroad clarified. "But I must warn you it will only be a marriage in name,"
"I'm sorry I have other sons if Deacon is not to your liking," Frank spoke up.
"I don't think any of my siblings would be okay being married to someone who thinks it's okay to parade around with their whore in tow," Deacon spat.
"Excuse me, that is my bodyguard," Offroad said, pointing his thumb back at Daou. "I needed a new one since you can't take your filthy paws off mine," Offroad growled.
"Offroad," his father hissed and Offroad stuck up a finger to silence him. He wasn't going to let his father handle this. It was his job, his crew, and his life, and damn it he was in charge. Offroad snapped his fingers and heard the struggle as Ram and Earth brought in the rat.
"I believe this belongs to you," Offroad said, finally dropping his feet from the table. The man was pushed toward Deacon, his head hung low. "Don't worry his brand has been removed," Offroad smiled at Deacon whose eyes narrowed at him.
It was customary when a person had been found of treason or was being sold their brands were removed either before death or before being sold. Offroad always found that tradition barbaric but for the rat he made an exception. Deacon motioned to one of his guards who proceeded to walk the man back out of the conference room while the glares from around the table seemed to make the silence and awkwardness worse.
"When you say a marriage in name what exactly do you mean?" Sky the other omega of the highbornes spoke breaking the silence. She was very beautiful and had men chasing her constantly.
"No, no, she is promised to me," Rit said, speaking up. He was an alpha.
"Sorry I trump you," Offroad smiled at him. "It's a marriage only in name, you are free to do what you want," he said to Sky.
"And who you want apparently," Deacon grumbled.
"Ah yes, that too," Offroad chuckled.
"What about future children, will they be bastards then?" Frank laughed.
