Radar [Omegaverse Reverse Harem x fem!gang leader!Reader]

Chapter 4: Guest of Honor

"You did good, House Pet." Tyrone commented as he walked the Omega to the front door of his apartment, Kaiden still in the Force vehicle stating that he wanted to give Jax the details of what had happened.

Musa blinked owlishly at the Alpha's comment, before sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "But I didn't do anything." He insisted.

"On the contrary," Tyrone disagreed, "You caught the attention of the princess." He declared with a smug expression as he pulled a lighter and cigarette out of his pocket.

"I...what?" Musa gaped at the Alpha, who chuckled as he lit the cigarette.

"Y/N tends to have a dramatic flare around her, as you saw earlier." Musa nodded his head at the memory of the shattered chandelier and the way she spoke as if she were an actress on a stage, knowing she had an audience. "But she's not afraid to kill." Tyrone's comment was hard, leaving no room for questioning. "That chandelier would have crushed Tegan Hall if she had aimed in a careless manner. But it was well planned. She wanted you and Tegan Hall to know how willing she is to kill, but she won't unless it proves that you might be useful to her." He explained.

Musa felt glued to the concrete, frozen as chills went up and down his arms, despite the summer breeze that blew by.

Slowly, he swallowed, before staring at Tyrone who had stopped a couple of feet in front of him after noticing that the Omega had stopped walking. "How do you know it was me she was trying to prove that to?" He asked.

"Because it's not every day you see an Omega standing around with a bunch of Force officers. Trust me, you interested her, so be prepared for her to come for you." Tyrone declared.

"Was this...a part of the plan?" Musa couldn't help but to hiss.

Of course he didn't believe that he'd just be able to walk into the Cross Pack Headquarters and ask if he could join -no one knew where those coordinates were anyways-, but he was at least hoping that it'd be safer than being kidnapped by one of the most brutal packs ever!

~*~

Safe. That'll probably never be a word that Musa would know ever again, not after he agreed to take this story.

Sighing at the memory from a few nights before, the male ran his fingers through his unkempt hair as he curled up in his recliner chair.

Jocelyn had 'given him some time off' so that he could work on his story without worrying about having to check in. This being one of the reasons she refused to pick up her phone, and the other he was sure being that she didn't want to be chewed out by her adopted younger brother over how his life may be at risk.

Musa sighed once more, before he stood up and walked into the kitchen of his apartment.

Tyrone had warned him to be prepared for anything, so Musa was fully dressed with a pen and tiny notebook stuffed into his pocket for him to write notes, as well as the key to his collar hidden in his shoe.

The sound of a soft melody filled the apartment and kept the male calm, to an extent, as he opened a cabinet and picked up a mug. Musa hummed along to the tune as he put the mug on the counter and went through his fridge. Grabbing the small jug of milk, he turned around before grunting as an arm was tightly wrapped around his middle and a a cloth was clasped over his mouth.

Musa dropped the jug out of surprise, grabbing at the arm that was pressing the cloth to his mouth. He attempted to claw at the arm, but it was futile as his attacker was wearing long sleeves.

"Now, now, Omega. There's no need to struggle~" a voice cooed into his ear. "Just submit to me like a good boy."

A growl of frustration erupted from Musa's throat as he continued to attempt to leave some sort of mark on his attacker and not breath in the heavy fumes that wafted off of the cloth. However, the more that he struggled, the heavier his eyelids began to get.