Hey Guys. So this is a bit of a shorty but it gives you a little insight to Christos's character, thought not much. Christos and Asa's story will be the next book so you'll learn all about them then.
Dedicated to @cr33pygirl because she has been with this book from the beginning, never failing to share her insight and has become a important part of the development of this story. Thank you so much for sticking with me.
PICTURE OF CHRISTOS'S FLOWERS
XOXO
Nuria♥
Chapter Eight
KAI
It happened again.
I thought once I had him back, this would no longer continue but, here I am again.
Naked.
In the middle of the woods.
I'm not entirely sure what happened, as I have no recollection of my past activities besides making love to Drew.
Drew...
He was probably freaking out right now.
I forced myself up, cracking my neck and stretching my limbs before embarking on the long journey home. Jackson was waiting for me with a change of clothes. I took them from him gratefully. As I dressed he told me, "Drew's asleep."
"How is he?" I asked.
Jackson was silent but that said enough. I sighed in defeat, heading inside. Drew was just as Jackson said he was. Asleep. Curled into a little ball on our bed in one of my t-shirts. It killed me to see the dried tears on his face.
Every time I turn around, he's hurting. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fix this. It wasn't supposed to keep happening. I wasn't supposed to black out any more. What if I hurt him? Or the pups?
My sweet little pups.
I took a quick shower before going to make Drew's breakfast. He was going to be really hungry when he woke up. As I came back to the room, he hadn't moved. I sat beside him on the bed and gently kissed his neck.
"Drew, wake up."
He squirmed but didn't wake.
"It's time to feed the pups, love."
One eye cracked open. When he saw it was me, he immediately jumped up, but way too fast, causing a cramp.
"Hey, hey, hey calm down. I'm right here, okay?"
He frantically cupped my face, searching my eyes. No doubt looking for any traces of my being feral. A fresh batch of tears replaced the old ones.
"Please Drew, don't cry. I hate seeing you cry."
He didn't say anything, but the pain in his eyes and the helplessness in his expression said enough. He wanted answers, but for once, I couldn't give them to him not because I wasn't allowed to but because I simply don't have them.
"You're probably hungry. I made you some breakfast," I told him, pulling back, but he latched on to me quickly. "Drew, the pups have to eat. And I don't want you getting sick again."
Drew sniffled but reached for his breakfast. As he started eating, I noticed that he wasn't entirely relaxed. He kept glancing at me as if he expected me to disappear any second. It broke my heart.
As he was finishing up, eating his last apple, he suddenly stopped and dropped it. His eyes widened and flew down to his stomach.
"What is it? What's wrong?" I demanded in concern.
"I-I think one of the pups just...moved," he said in slight awe. He rubbed his tummy lovingly, then gasped. The most adorable smile graced his lips as he looked at me with excitement. "They're moving!"
I smiled back at him, placing my own hand on his stomach. I didn't feel anything at first but then there was a little flutter. And another.
"Hi there," I cooed towards my mate's stomach. "It's your Papa. Daddy and I can't wait to see you."
Another series of flutters reached my hand.
"It feels weird and kind of ticklish. Like little butterflies," Drew said softly, his expression calm for a second before morphing into one I've grown accustomed to. I picked him up quickly and brought him to the bathroom, holding his hair back as he vomited in the toilet. I guess the flutters were making him nauseous. I cleaned him up and drew a bath for him. When it was the perfect temperature, I lowered him inside and gently washed him.
After I finished washing him, drying him, and dressing him in a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt, I brought him back to bed. I leaned down to kiss him but before I could reach his lips, I heard screams from beyond the walls.
"Don't touch me, you red-eyed freak! Put your hands on me again and I'll rip your balls off! You hear me? You'll never fucking knot again you bastard!"
Drew sighed, not looking alarmed in the slightest. I raised a brow.
"Asa probably has to be Scent-Rolled," he explained. Apparently, this was a norm between the dark-skinned Alpha and red-haired Omega. "Can you help me up? I want to go check on them."
I slid an arm around his waist and supported his weight as he stood. One of his hands cupped the underside of his protruding belly while the other gripped mine tightly. He waddled ahead of me to the Omega's room. When we were inside, it was clear that Drew was right.
Asa was naked, laying on the bed, as well as Christos. But Asa was smushing the Alpha's face away with his hand and fending the rest of his body off with his foot. Christos looked completely exasperated.
Asa looked up from the bed and saw us. "Drew!" he cheered, kicking Christos in the gut—knocking the wind out of the Alpha—and ran to my mate. They hugged...well...as much as they could with their big bellies.
"Can't you make this demon spawn go away? He keeps trying to defile my precious skin with his nauseating scent," Asa huffed.
"Asa, you should really stop fighting him. At least until the pups are born. You need to be Scent-Rolled at least twice a week," Drew scolded. Asa pouted like a child.
"But I don't wanna!"
Drew gave him a look and he sighed.
"Can you hold my hand?" Asa asked, looking up at my mate with a deep fear and sadness in his eyes. He may treat this like a big joke, but it actually terrified him to be touched by Christos. And Christos must know that, because he always looked sad and guilty.
I pulled up a chair next to the bed so Drew could sit down. He held Asa's hand while Christos slowly began to Scent-Roll him. Asa was biting his lip so hard, he drew a little blood, but his eyes were fixated on Drew. It wasn't until Christos got in between Asa's legs to reach his private regions that the Omega's expression changed. He was fighting it so hard, but the lust in his eyes ultimately won. A soft moan left his parted lips and his hand dug into the sheet, wringing them. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment before they flew open filled with fear and disgust.
"Hurry up, mongrel!" he snapped.
Christos's expressionless mask wavered a bit, but he ducked his head back between Asa's legs before I could get a clear read on him.
As soon as they were done, Asa kicked the Alpha out.
"I hate when he touches me," Asa said shakily. His armor was starting to crack before our eyes. It felt like something I shouldn't witness so I announced my departure.
"I'm going to go for a run."
Drew looked at me in panic, hopping—as much as he could in his state—to his feet, completely forgetting about his friend.
"I'll come with you," he insisted.
"Stay here Drew. Asa needs you. I'll be right back, okay? Get Sherry or Talon if anything happens."
Drew looked like he wanted to cry but nodded anyway. I kissed him softly before slipping out of the door.
I headed out the door, shifting once I reached the outdoors. Running felt good. I wanted to relieve some of the tension building inside me. I was afraid, for Drew and our pups. If I didn't get a handle on these blackouts, I could end up killing them.
Just the thought made me sick to my stomach.
I slowed to a jog when I heard a noise. It was a gentle rustling, just beyond the trees. Crouching low, I inched closer to get a better look.
I didn't expect to see Christos.
He was hunched over, tending to...flowers?
I shifted back and made my presence known. He didn't turn around, just kept working. The bunch of flowers were of all bright colors and an absolutely breathtaking sight. And I noticed they were all lilies.
"Did you do this?" I asked.
Christos nodded quickly.
"Why?"
He stopped working, looking down at all the flowers.
"I've always wanted a garden. They never let me have one in the facility and...Asa likes flowers," he answered quietly. "Lilies are his favorite...especially white ones," he added, brushing the petals of a beautiful white lily.
"What was an Alpha doing with the humans?"
Christos was quiet for a moment before he answered.
"I was born there."
"You were born there?" Then it hit me. "You are a hybrid, aren't you?"
Christos nodded quickly, slightly shrinking into himself. He kind of reminded me of the Omega, Lyric but the difference was, Christos wasn't really shy...he was painfully socially awkward. If he was born in the facility, then he probably lacked real interaction with others.
"How is that possible? A human and Wolf can only produce Betas not Alphas and you are definitely an Alpha."
Christos shook his head. "If the Omega has strong enough blood, they can produce one true Alpha in their litter and true Omegas."
Which is why they were so adamant about getting Drew. Drew's bloodline was one of the most potent of Alpha dominance. The Elders were actually surprised that he—an Omega—was the only one to survive his litter filled with Alphas. It also explained his dominating tendencies.
"How did they find this out?"
"They've been experimenting on me since I was born."
I looked at him a little differently, sympathy now clouding my vision.
"I'm having a hard time believing you raped Asa."
Christos winced, eyes filling with pain.
"I had to," he said.
"Why?"
Christos refused to answer, going back to tending to the flowers. I tried asking him a few more questions but he ignored me. I guess that was the most I was getting out of him.
I started back to the hideout. Drew was waiting for me anxiously. I pulled him into my arms as soon as I saw him.
"You said you'd be right back!" he accused.
"I know, I'm sorry. I kissed his forehead."
"I'm bored," he pouted.
I kissed him tenderly before smiling down at him.
"Well Asa isn't the only one that needs to be Scent-Rolled."