Elias’s POV
Under the sinking sun, he looks...ethereal.
I tilt my head to take a better look at the omega. Compared to when I saw him on the floor of his family’s dining, he looks less alive.
Do I like it? Maybe, do I want him this way? No. Not yet. I still have plans for him.
He tucks his hair behind his ear and my eyes follow the movement. My Mom has beautiful hair, this new omega’s hair is nothing in comparison but somehow, Noah’s feel different.
He’s frozen next to me. Posture straight and hands on his laps. He gulps to hold back tears, and his pupil shake when he’s scared.
I want to snatch him away and put him under a microscope.
He’s my most fascinating object.
Noah’s eyes find mine, and for a moment, I see a tiny spark of something that seems like realization...and then there’s fear and then...death.
He turns his head away from me and my chest grows cold.
His dark blue eyes are dead as he stares at nothing in front of us. I know he’s not looking at gotteigen citizens, and it makes me want to crack his head open and see what he’s thinking about.
’Look at me’ I want to order him. My rocks are placed where they are so they can look at me and I can look at them.
They don’t judge, they don’t speak, they don’t feel...they just sit where I put them and stay that way. Anything that’s mine isn’t allowed to think or feel unless I say so.
"S-sir" a small voice calls and I slowly turn my attention away from Noah to look at the girl in front of me. "I was asked to take the new Mr. Deus to his room" she says and my head snaps towards Damien.
My older brother is grinning at me like a Cheshire cat. He might have forced Governor Goldsmith into giving us Noah, but I am the one who owns Noah. I am the one who is his husband and I am also the one who decides where he sleeps.
"My husband stays in my room" I growl at the girl with my eyes fixed on Damien’s face, and he slowly tips his glass of champagne in my direction.
"The Luna asked me to bring him" she adds in a squeaky voice and I find my mother’s pale blue eyes.
He’s sitting at the head of the table with both hands on his lap. He’s looking at me like he’s watching to see how I react.
It’s the same way I watch what’s mine.
"Why?" I ask patiently.
Mom would hate to see me spill blood on the tablecloth he flew in from Italy.
"He’ll be in the room right next to yours side, but Luna says the omega has to be prepared for...f-for the wedding night, sir" the girl’s cheeks turn red and though it’s subtle, I hear the change in Noah’s breathing.
One. Two. Three.
From the sound of it, he’s trying to breath himself out of a panic attack, and I’m satisfied with it.
I haven’t even taught him and he already seems to know.
What’s mine reacts to me and me alone. If you cry, it’s because of me. If you laugh, it’s because of me. If you breathe...it’s because of me.
"Take him" I say and she gestures for Noah to follow.
Noah doesn’t argue. He would never. Omegas like him from Winslow have been taught to take what they are given.
’Winslow prides itself in supplying well-groomed omegas. Manners, posture, pleasure, servitude and everything an omega needs to know is ingrained in their bones immediately they present’
I read it word for word in their city premium guide.
I pulled a copy out of the bloody fingers of a dying Winslow politician. And then I sent him straight to hell. One bullet to the head was all I needed.
"Done with your inner monologue?" Damien asks and I cock a brow at him, "how’s Zane?" I ask and his eyes flash with something quick and dangerous.
Checkmate.
I crave to possess Noah. He fiends for Zane. My obsession is approved and his is impossible to get...for now.
"We have an urgent meeting, right now" he informs me with his usual mirth and I don’t hide my dry smile as I get up to follow, checking my pocketwatch to know how long Noah has been gone from my side.
"Kai is in the library" Damien says and I let him lead the way, one hand is wrapped around the watch in my pocket.
We get to the library and Damien shuts the door behind us with a loud noise.
I ignore him, and so does Kai who’s here and seated in our father’s chair. He’s playing a shooting game on his phone and swinging his legs.
"We have a request" he starts.
"From who?" I ask.
"Kang Taesan. Kang clan underworld ruler" Kai says and I hum, taking my seat on the couch.
"Go on" I say.
"He’s asking for a meeting with us, he claims it’s urgent. There are no additional details, he says we have to go there if we want it" Kai updates us and the room goes silent.
My family, the Deus are the law, the government, and the horsemen. Another bold enough to ask for us is ready enough for an apocalypse if things don’t go out way.
"So?" Kai asks to break the silence and Damien leans forward with a suggestive smirk on his face.
"How much can we rip out of his hands if he wastes our time?" Damien asks. Always ready to pull the trigger. Always ready to spill blood. And always ready to cause chaos.
"What’s his net worth and what sort of network would a deal with him promise?" I ask over Damien’s question and our last brother sighs.
I prefer calculation, precision and then, complete ownership.
"He’s wealthy. As for network, he does fashion for the public eye. Doing business with him can make him a link for packages...drugs, guns and with the recent disturbance, bombs" Kai lists.
"We would go it" I say and Damien throws his head back as he starts to laugh.
"Have something to say, big brother?" I ask and he grins at me; already over the jab I took at him.
That’s the thing about war. It starts, it’s big, it’s loud and then...silence.
"Our brain is not using his head tonight?" my brother teases, and my muscles relax.
"I’ve killed enough for the day" I say, giving him a subtle ’I will kill you threat’ and his grin grows wider.
"Is that because you have a sweet soft omega in bed for the night?" Damien asks and I check my watch for the time.
Forty minutes has passed.
"Goodnight brothers. I have something waiting for me" I walk past Damien, bumping my shoulder into his as I head for the door.
"Knowing you, that poor omega will not survive the night" Damien’s laughter increases and Kai mutters a complain under his breath before I leave.
I head down the hall, taking the twists and turns that leads to my room, and then I stop in front of the room next to mine.
Here.
My property is here.
I open the door without knocking and the sight that greet me is fucking sin.
Noah the sophisticated governor’s son is on his knees. His pale thighs are pressed together in a way that hides his cock. He’s wearing a sheer white robe that falls off his shoulder.
His skin is glistening with water, his cheeks are rosy as if he has a fever and when he speaks, I don’t hear a fucking word he says.
He’s like a living and breathing representation of the word ’temptation’. I don’t give in to temptations, I never think about giving in but hell...
My throat has closed up, my fists are clenched and my alpha is demanding to take.