Capítulo 100: End of Chapter 31
Rue would figure it all out with manipulation and would pretend to be the Omega that they wanted her to be until she was ready to run. Alphas only wanted one thing from an Omega—an Alpha child. And Alphas of their calibre? With their access? The truth was they'd grow tired of her once the novelty of her strength had waned and she was just another prickly bitch in their collection.
And maybe it wasn't her fucking child that he saw, maybe it was some bitch's spawn, placed in her arms. Maybe she was just swimming with his kids. Maybe, he was hallucinating her spinning intestines. Maybe there was a way out of his bullshit.
She'd do that research in Hakon's hallowed halls with research and books that roamed deeper into their secrets.
And so—the agreement.
A pretty little thing she'd worded at 3 AM, prepared like a smart little script. She didn't want fat fucking babies during school, she wanted her freedom. Her money. She wanted control. She'd circled babies four times. It had to be in the clause, a reason for them to hold back on the sperm-pumped jizz to tie her down in a room in their basement. It had to be something that would make them shit themselves if they ever found her pregnant.
They wouldn't get her pregnant if it meant she'd leave, not when she was a new pretty toy that they wanted.
Rue'd shrugged. No harm, in wording it in like a prenuptial. Insurance? She'd included and underlined three times. Wouldn't do if she didn't come out of this well-protected and walled up with manipulation. And they had to help her be an Alpha. They had to protect her, had to let her free. It seemed fair, fair enough until she figured out the limits of her strength and they grew tired of her shit.
She'd figure something else once they learnt that her voice was limited, once her mother was whole and well again.
And now there she was back at school in a lecture, penning notes. It was all because they believed that she was fucking serious. But her mother had one-on-one care from a team of twenty— a surgical unit had been deployed to station on 69 just for her mother. All debts had been repaid, her aunties were now in charge, the business to their names, and the den had been repaired to its former glory. Plus, the lizard was in prison for the running of an unlicensed business. Rue was fucking rolling in cash and—
"Rue, baby," the whisper under her seat was annoying. Halcyon was perched under the table like a slut, cheek on her thigh, almost whimpering. She'd never dreamed of being the one sitting in class with an Alpha ready to suck her clit. It should be an Omega on her knees, sucking cock as Alphas worked, but here she was, thriving.
"Why do you have to do this?"
"I just, I just want m-my Alpha."
Her teeth gritted, and his hands were laced in hers, kisses on her inner thigh. It was luck that the student population had inched one row down. And they had the back tables for themselves. There was no one to see their emperor, on his knees, kissing someone's fucking thigh like a whore, calling her his Alpha as if she were the pack Alpha. Their people would riot.
"Can smell how wet you are," he whimpered, twisting on his knees. "It's so sweet, I want you, I want you. I want you."
"Can you shut the fuck up?" she hissed. She could see the desperation in him, the chubby, eager bulge of his cock in his jeans. The need. If he was too loud, she'd burst into flames from the embarrassment. Because Gods, she knew horny Alphas but there was no one like them. "I missed a week of classes because of you, and now I'm fucking distracted."
"I know," he whispered, Bambi eyes all coy. "My moon, I'm sorry you had to suffer. I'd have come for you if I'd known, would have killed all the Alphas that laid their dirty eyes on you—" She smashed a hand to his lip, and he blinked, watery eyes, soft lips pursed against her palm.
"Shut up," she hissed, then winced back when his tongue nudged at her palm, all naughty and spinning circles. God. He was nasty. Her body clenched, slick almost spilling from its cup. "If you keep quiet, I'll play."
Halcyon blinked, eyes wide, happy and nodding, cherry-like blush pink on his cheeks. And her naked feet moved, moved from her slippers to the space between his legs. With her eyes on the lecture, she stroked. Toes over the bulge, climbing to the tip to press and dig, to step, to bully.
And his thighs were shaking, she didn't need to know what the fuck he was doing with his scent flooding prettily like vanilla spiced lattes and creams. No one else would smell it, not with the cage he'd created. The barrier he'd made for Rue's safety. But they'd be able to hear him if he exhaled too loud.
And so, he stifled his moans. His breath gurgled nonsensical, voice whispering in breathless tapered keens. And she gave it to him in beats, dug her feet against him, grinding his cock against the pads of her toes until wet gasps were wrung from him, until he was all hunched over her knees, breathing hard against her inner thighs. His body emitted heat so warm it had sweat beading on her brow.
And the warmth in her chest grew.
A final almost too loud moan and his head was on her thighs, curls pooling, body quivering, panting. She leaned back, eyes shifting to his face surprised by the drool, by the stain of red on his cheeks. The foggy breaths, the glassy eyes. The tears on his lashes, mouth puckered, waiting for a kiss, all fucked out. Her toes were sticky.
"We could have done this in the dorm," she observed as the screen roared to life.
A video playing, the sound drowning them out. If she looked up, she'd know that the professors were in on the secrets, that the emperors had paid them off to play their part. That they could fuck on a desk and the class would have to close their eyes and pretend they couldn't see a fucking thing. They were all thankful that she was here, that she could guide their rampage. But her eyes were on the wet spot of Halcyon's cock. He'd creamed his jeans, and it looked as if he'd pissed himself silly.
She smiled.
"Not if you want to smell like Alpha," Halcyon mumbled, scenting her, running her wrist over his neck, pressed to the crooks where he perfumed sweet and delicious like a bakery. "And the smells are starting to fade, you need to smell like me."
"You're too obvious."
"You're a pack member, a new one," he answered with a beam. "They won't suspect a thing. New packs are horny. They have to test out compatibility, and you're a guide. You're my guide." Halcyon pressed his nose to her wrist. "My mates won't be discrete about it, you're lucky it's my turn with you in class, I'll always be under the desk for you." Rue groaned.
The seven were devils.
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