One Omega

Chapter 24 - Pointing fingers ... or paws

---Marcus' POV---

The Beta still wouldn't speak.

We had all taken turns in beating the crap out of him, knowing that he wouldn't make it out alive anyhow. He knew that as well and it seemed that he was determined to take all his knowledge to the grave.

We had tried to follow his scent trail, because it would've lead us straight to his pack without fault, but there was a small issue...

There was no scent trail to be found, that typical scent of any werewolf belonging to a pack, wasn't there. Even the pups didn't leave a trail and that made us awfully curious. How could a pack of werewolves produce no scent at all that bound them and identified them as one union?

My eyes burned holes in the side of his bloody face as I glared at him, furious that he still had the guts to give me a lopsided, evil smirk. Letting my eyes wander, I couldn't help but growl lowly while I had to control my wolf.

It was clear that the man in front of me was strong and could defend his pack against rogues and other threats. The knowledge that he had used his power, his toxins and his wolf against a helpless Omega like Zayne was enough to have my own wolf roaring in anger, foaming at the mouth to tear the man apart.

But I couldn't, not until this filth had revealed where his pack was. I kicked against his seat, making him drop to the floor with a groan before he chuckled, spitting a loose tooth out with some blood.

"That's all you people got? My brother's discipline is harsher, and you call this torture?" He snorted and chuckled tiredly, resting his cheek on the floor. My knuckles cracked as I clenched my fists, shaking slightly before I motioned for the war wolves to take over.

"Any longer and I'm gonna kill the bastard, information or not."

My wolf snarled in agreement as I stalked back to the house, a tiny smile already slipping on my lips at the thought of having Zayne back in my arms. Pushing the doors open, my eyes instantly strayed through the room until they settled on Zayne's unruly mop of hair and I shook my head slightly.

It seemed that everyone now knew he could talk, at least a bit and were trying to get him to speak up. While I enjoyed hearing his soft voice that was slightly scratchy from the lack of use, I could also detect that Zayne was getting flustered and annoyed.

Walking closer, I smiled warmly as Zayne's nostrils flared before his head snapped up, a spark of happiness and relief in his eyes before he let out a small whine as I sat down beside him.

I didn't even need to open my arms; the poor pup scrambled over the seat, nearly teetering over the edge before he crawled in my lap and hid his face against my throat with a whimper.

Everyone stared at us while I gently petted over Zayne's back while giving a pointed look to the sheepish looking Wyatt, Dylan and Brandon. "Let me guess, you guys wanted to hear my mate speak so you were pushing him to talk?"

They shared guilty looks between each other, Wyatt suddenly finding the wooden floor very interesting while Dylan scratched at the back of his neck. "Uh well..." He started before glancing at Brandon, who tried his best to help his brother out. "We really didn't think it would be a problem?" Brandon finished, nodding to his own question.

I scoffed, glancing down as Zayne huffed against my throat, nuzzling against the surface before he muttered a content "Marcus." A grin spread over my lips and I couldn't help but cuddle closer against him, the rest of the pack slowly dispersing as they chuckled and called Zayne cute.

"My cute Omega." My wolf snarled possessively, hackles rising to defend our mate. Rolling my eyes, I reminded him of the fact that we were talking about our pack and that nobody here would take Zayne away from us.