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Chapter 11: Dare To Defy

Tonight, I dream about Tyler. And they aren't just dreams. They are vivid, sensual, sexual dreams where I'm actually fucking him, knotting him, breeding him. The dream feels so real that I can feel myself push into the softness of his hole, feel him clench around my length. I feel his heat as he tightens around me. Hell, I smell his omega scent and even my seed pumping into him as he begs me for my bite.

I do sink my teeth in his throat in a flurry of lust. Then he cries out loud, coming and moaning my name, which makes me fuck him deeper and harder. The sound of flesh hitting flesh and the tangy copper taste in my mouth make me come again and again. My knot forms inside of him, and the moans he lets out as my length bulges inside of him are music to my ears. I'm totally, and utterly consumed in his taste and his scent, and I certainly know I'll never, ever be satisfied.

I want more. Give me more. More. More.

I jolt awake, growling and gnashing my teeth. My body is covered in sweat and I'm struggling to keep my breath in check. My cock is half erect and there is spunk on my abs. I fall back on my bed feeling tired and embarrassed. Never once in my entire life have I had a wet dream. Of all the possible scenarios I had imagined in my head, this wasn't it.

I could've sworn Tyler was beside me. In my bed. I'd have sworn I felt myself inside him. His cries of ecstasy resurface in my head, and if I'm being honest, I wish those were real.

But isn't that just wishful thinking? Because I'm here alone.

I head to the bathroom to wipe myself off. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and notice that my eyes are still blown. I still feel the jolts of electricity jangle all over my body. I'm completely dazed, with all manner of lusty thoughts about Tyler.

The intensity of the dream would have made sense if I hadn't had sex in a while. But I did. This very night. Yes. After seeing Tyler today, I was horny. I had these antsy thoughts that I had to get rid of. I needed a release, thanks to Dylan, a young omega who works here at the mansion as a butler.

One thing about Dylan is that he's very agreeable to whatever I ask of him. He's just a call away. That's all it takes for him to make his way to the rooftop pool here at the mansion. He's always so eager, lying on the lounge chair and sticking his pass up, always ready for me to come fill him up.

Those escapades will have to end when I get married. I won't cheat on my omega, neither will I tolerate him fucking anybody else. That's always been the code of the Adonis family. We don't cheat on our spouses. Never once has my father cheated on my mother. We may be brutal, murderous criminals, but we don't stray.

We take marriage seriously. That was one of the reasons why I didn't want to take an omega. I liked variety, and I knew that once I got married, variety was off the table.

The thought of Tyler rejecting me however gives me a tinge of frustration. I do understand why he has to be so stubborn and not as pliable as Dylan. I would give him a perfect life. The life he deserves. Away from that squalor he chooses to live in. Why doesn't he want to accept my proposal and live in luxury as my omega?

I know he finds the mafia distasteful, and he fancies nothing about the way we live. He doesn't however have to be part of that life. All he has to do is to play the part and enjoy what comes with it. Stubborn Tyler.

I have no doubt though that Dylan will be broken when I finally bring the omega to play my husband home. I'm sure he thinks he's auditioning for the part too whenever he sticks his tiny ass in the air for me. I can't fully trust him, however, because I know he was involved with other syndicates, and for that reason, I can never fully trust him. I'll just give him a promotion to make him shut up.

When I'm done with my dose of self-loathing, I head back to my bed. But now I can't sleep. I can't stop the thoughts of a pretty Tyler in my mind. He's pure male deliciousness in the cloth. He is so pleasing to look at, his milky skin, his lithe frame, he's a literal work of art. I didn't expect that level of exquisiteness from someone of his state. His scent soothes and arouses me at the same time.

I like that he is feisty in a way. It annoys and intrigues me. I have to admit I liked the way his eyes glinted when he thought I was making fun of him. A smile tugs at the corner of my lips, but then it disappears as soon as it appears. In truth, I don't want to like him. But I can't have him refuse my offer, because if he does, I'll have no choice but to make him suffer.

I hope he is taking my threats seriously because I mean every word. It can't ever get out that I went easy on an omega who bluntly turned down my offer. It wouldn't look good on me. How can he reject a chance to be Sasha Adonis' omega?

I'm dying to know who the father of his child is. It can't be someone he's fond of, considering how insistent he is about terminating the pregnancy. He wouldn't do that if the alpha was special to him. They live to breed. The alpha must have been some jerk who got him pregnant and left him to fend for himself. I wonder the kind of a person he is. What type of alpha would attract Tyler?

A rush of excitement courses through my whole body and ends at my cock when I remember the dream. I know however that if Tyler agrees to my proposal, we'll have to work some sort of an agreement. I song know if he will agree to some form of a physical relationship. In truth, five years would be too long a time to go without. I'm sure he'd crave sex too.

It didn't have to be part of the contract. We could agree on so many things that didn't have to be on paper. This was a rash decision, and I didn't have the time to think it through properly.

If Tyler refuses my proposal, I'll have to send Miles to fish out other omegas for me. He had found some earlier, all of whom were pretty much attractive, except for the fact that they were all too willing to please me, which I honestly find too cloying. What does that say about me? I gave them all up because I prefer Tyler's resistance?

I have a feeling however that for that very reason, Tyler won't bore me to death like the other omegas do. He is feisty, and I always love a challenge.

I punch onto my pillow and change my sleeping position. Maybe then I'll get a short nap. I don't know what Tyler's response will be. I'm hoping he won't be foolish enough to say no.

One way or the other, Tyler will become my omega. And I will kill him if he dares to refuse.


Chapter 12: One Call Away

(TYLER)

I pull my blanket over my body as I curl myself up at the back of my tent. My worn blanket doesn't seem to be warm enough to shield me quite well from the cold, but it's all I got. My stomach growls and I tug out a piece of leftover pizza from yesterday. There are only two pieces left, but that will be enough for now.

Lately, I can barely keep anything down. It's worse when it's early in the morning, like now. The nausea is frustrating; however, it gets better throughout the day. The bedside however is that my back aches and the legs cramps never end.

I take a bite into the cold pizza as I mull over my meeting with Sasha. I'm still wondering why of all the omegas, I ended up on his radar. I'm a homeless, poverty-stricken addict and a nobody. Yet according to Sasha, that's what makes me suitable. That man must be crazy.

What I don't know however is whether I should take his threats seriously. One thing about the Triple Triads is they don't give empty threats. But how am I supposed to be married to the number one monster in this town? Everything about his life appalls me, and I'm triple sure I don't want to be part of it. I'll take my chances surviving in this shelter as I always have than end up sucked into his world because I know once I do, there s no coming back.

I just want to get rid of this baby. Once it's gone, I'll do my best to live a quiet life and stay out of trouble. I'll stop doing drugs even. I still crave them though, but I know they were the reason I even got mixed up with Jake in the first place. After everything I've been through, the last thing I want to do is to give a drug or another alpha a chance at controlling me like that.

I'll try to stay clean, and not be a victim of any of those two again. I know once I get rid of this baby, I'll be off to a fresh start, which is everything I want at the moment.

I swallow the chunk and when I'm finally satisfied that it will stay down, I head over to the makeshift bathroom. As soon as I take my clothes off, I realize it's too cold for me to take a shower, so I brush my teeth and wash my armpits then put my clothes back on.

I have to find a job. Even if it isn't to take care of my problem with Jake's baby, I have to support myself somehow. My odds of landing a job are very unlikely because it doesn't matter the clothes I put on, or how baggy they are. My rounded belly will still show. I don't have high hopes. But I also can't sit here and do nothing about it. I have to try.

See my life.

I yank a paper off a nearby bin and scan for places that have vacancies. After looking over and picking out a few of them, I leave the encampment and head out. My first stop is a nail salon. I'm only hoping they will consider me because that's a job I can easily do despite being pregnant.

My first stop is a small shop. I walk in and when the doorbell jingles, the manager walks up to me. She is a tall lean blonde omega. She gazes at me and as soon as her eyes fall on my belly, the smile fades. I haven't even told her anything yet, but I already have a bad feeling about what her reply is going to be.

"Hi, how can I help you?" she asks me softly.

"I'm here for the receptionist job?"

"I'm sorry, but you can't work here."

A knot twists at the pit of my stomach but I try to remain calm and composed. "But…I..."

"I understand, but we can't have a pregnant omega work here. Not with all the chemicals we use." She replies me curtly. Her tone is apologetic, but firm, which makes me note with certainty that she means everything she says.

"I know, but…" I hesitate. Part of me wants to tell her that I'm planning to terminate the pregnancy, but then again, won't that just make me look heartless? I don't want her to think of me like that. Certainly not when I want her to give me the job.

"Here we use some chemicals to remove nails, ones that you shouldn't be around, especially during your first trimester."

"See, I really need the job. What I breathe won't matter if I have nothing to put in my stomach." I tell her, hoping that it nudges some guilt at her and makes her change her mind.

"I'm sorry, but you can't work here. We can't take on the liability if by any chance you miscarry.

My fear is coming to life. I had suspected it earlier and now it's just going down like I expected. It kills me inside, but what other option do I have?"

"I can work as a receptionist. See if I'm here by the door, there should be enough ventilation to not pose a risk."

"We can't take chances at that. It's risky."

"But―"

"Sorry." She shoots me a concerning, almost pitiful gaze and shakes her head. "You shouldn't even be working now. Your alpha should be taking care of you at home."

Blood rushes to my face. Of course, the employees and the customers are watching us. I don't want to say out loud in front of them that I don't have an alpha. Even if I do, I doubt it will change the manager's stance, and will only embarrass me worse.

My shoulders drop defeatedly, and I sigh. "Alright, thanks anyway."

"You too, have a great day." She says as she waves me off.

Great day? I'm having a clusterfuck when it isn't even half the day yet.

I head up and stop at a rundown convenience store and they want a receptionist too. But as soon as I ask they let me know that someone has already taken up the position. The next place I head to is a diner, and there's already a long line of applicants waiting past the door down the sidewalk.

I spend generous hours of the day walking around and putting in my applications. By the time dusk falls and I'm back at the shelter, I'm too tired and my legs are wobbly. I curl myself into a ball at the back of my tent, feeling drained and hopeless like I've never felt my entire life. I wallow and loathe in my despair, and I cuss this pregnancy, hating myself for even knowing that asshole Jake.

I turn over and stare at the burner phone Miles gave me. All of my problems will be solved if I just pick up the damn cell and call Sasha. If I agree to his proposal, I'll say goodbye to this godforsaken life, I will have a roof over my head and food in my belly. I will be able to take regular showers and not sleep for fear of being stabbed or somebody stealing my stuff.

He was very clear when he threatened me earlier. I don't know how more hellish my life can be than this, and I sure know that Sasha is very capable of making it hell. I'm nothing to him. It won't matter if he kills me. He'll just go about his regular business and won't lose a wink of sleep over my death.

All of this could be solved by just a phone call, but at what cost?

I sit up and grab the cell.


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