Omega (Alpha & Omega #1)

{Chapter Thirty Two}

I was halfway to the office, breathing heavily, when I felt a presence behind me. I was trying to get to the sleeping drug, which I should have taken instead of trying to wait for them to come and help me. The moment I felt that first twinge of pain, I should have went and got the medicine.

Tears were streaming down my face from the mixture of pain and pleasure. I could barely see through the haze, but I could deduce the person behind me was an alpha. Maybe it was the keen awareness of an omega in heat that told me, or maybe it was the fact that I couldn't smell anything other than their pheromones.

A heeled foot stepped onto my back and forced me flat onto my stomach.

I didn't even feel the pain of her heel digging into my spine. I could only feel the pain of my heat, coursing through my body and making me spasm. Even if she wouldn't have forced me down, I would have fallen on my own.

I turned my face on the carpet and looked back at the woman.

She knelt, digging that heel further into my back. "Omegas are so disgusting."

I couldn't see her well through the tears, but I knew the voice.

"My son wants to mate with you," she scoffed. "Please. Just look at you, panting like some back alley whore."

"Ma'am," Marcus called.

He rushed over to us. When he tried to reach for her, she slapped him across the face. He didn't make a move to help me after that. He stood back, eyes wide, staring down at me.

I looked back up at the woman, so beautiful, just like Keon. But this bitch was nothing like him.

"Don't look at me." She lifted her foot off of my back to slam it into the side of my head.

My face slammed into the carpet, but I didn't feel it. I gripped the carpet below me, riding out the sudden rush of pleasure that pooled hot in my abdomen and liquified my core.

"Tracy!"

I groaned when she dug her heel into my lower back, grinding it deep and hard. It felt like a scalpel was pushed into me, and I felt the blood bubble up to meet the wound.

The heel was suddenly ripped out of me and Theo stood there, eyes glowing. Seth had Keon's mother - Tracy - by the wrists, holding her away from me. His eyes were fever bright, and there was an effort being taken from keeping those eyes away from me.

"Damn it," Theo growled. He knelt down, looking at the puncture in my back. When he began to reach for it, he stopped himself and bore his teeth.

"Where are Keon and Cayson," Seth hissed at Marcus.

I began pulling myself into a seated position, but the pleasure rolled through even harder and I fell, curling into a tight ball.

Voices yelling were slowly becoming more and more hazy. My mind was going foggy and my entire body prickled with sweat. I was overheated, needing to be put to sleep or be taken care of. But as it was, neither was happening.

Blood rushed in my ears and I panted, rolling onto my hands and knees and crawling towards the damn office. My legs and arms shook like they couldn't hold my weight.

I fell to my side and covered my face with my hands. I knew I was crying. Whimpering. I was muttering something, but I was pretty sure it was just gibberish.

Suddenly there were hands on me, lifting me up and into a hard body. The hands were hot on my flesh, and I clutched desperately at whoever it was, wanting that contact more than anything.

He carried me quickly to some other place in the house and I was placed down onto a familiar bed.

I reached up and grabbed the person, my hands wrapping in their shirt as they pulled away from me.

Another person slid onto the bed beside me and pulled my hand away from the other to make it easier to rid me of my shirt. Even without it, I was hot - sweating like I'd ran ten miles without stopping.

There was a prick in my arm and I flinched away from the person, only for hands to grab my hips and tear the pants off of me in one movement.

It seemed like only seconds before I could see and hear again, although the blood rushing through my ears didn't cease completely. Somehow, whatever I was given had calmed my heat down significantly.

Cayson was lying beside me, eyes fever bright as he watched my reaction.

Keon stood at the foot of the bed, leaning with his hands on either side of my legs.

"Are you better," Cayson asked.

I could hear him but it was foggy, like I was underwater and he was yelling above.

"You weren't here," I croaked.

Keon's lips pulled down into a frown.

"We know," Cayson soothed, running his fingers through my sweat-dampened hair. "And we're so sorry. But we're here now, okay? When that sedative wears off, we'll be here."

"Tracy." The woman's name had Keon growling.

"She's not here anymore." Keon climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on my other side. "I'm not sure how she even got in. Did she do this to you?"

I wasn't sure what he was talking about, until I felt a sharp pain in my back where his finger met the small wound. The pain was only amplified by my heat, which made the small prick of pain double.

His hand moved away from the cut and he pulled me onto my back. When his eyes met mine, they were sad, apologetic.

"We should have taken the day off," he whispered, as if to himself.

Cayson glanced up at him, then back down to me. His eyes skimmed every bit of my sweat-drenched skin, and only stopped momentarily on the scar on my stomach. He ran a finger over it, and it was like liquid fire erupted from it.

My stomach caved inwards slightly, away from the touch.

"Do you want us to put you to sleep," Cayson asked.

Originally, I thought I wanted to stay awake during my heat and power through it. Do what was needing to be done to get through it. But I'd lost my sight and my hearing within the powerful waves, and I didn't want to go through that again, even if the two of them were there the next time it flared up.

"Yeah," I said. "I'd prefer it."

He gave me a sad smile before standing and leaving the room.

"Is it because of my mother," Keon asked.

I shook my head slowly. "No. It's more because I lose two of my senses."

"It's not as bad when you're taking care of it," he said. "But I understand."

"Does it get better after mating?"

He smiled ever so slightly. "From what I've heard, the pain decreases significantly. Eventually it disappears and it's just the lust portion, but that's generally what happens with mates anyway. Once mated, the libido doubles."

I nodded. "Makes sense."

Cayson walked into the room with a capped needle in his hand. The liquid shook within the thin tube as he walked over and slid on the bed next to me. He didn't make a move to uncap the needle, but I didn't really expect him to right away.

"I really am sorry we weren't there," he said.
I shrugged one shoulder. "It's okay. You don't need to stay home from work for me."

That sad smile appeared again and he uncapped the needle. "This is a double dose. It'll put you to sleep almost right away, especially with the sedative in you. You'll stay asleep for twelve to fourteen hours, but you'll probably still be tired when you wake up."

"That's fine." The pain was starting again. Slowly, so so slowly.

He leaned forward and kissed my forehead as he slid the needle into my forearm.

"We'll be here when you wake up," he murmured against my skin. "Sleep well."

I closed my eyes against the sudden swell of exhaustion.

"Love you, sweetheart," Keon murmured, placing his lips on my cheek. The moment his lips met my flesh, I fell into the darkness of sleep.