Runaway Omega

I woke up and I was sore all over, my body ached like crazy and my throat was sore as hell. I could barely lift a finger, or roll over. After taking a deep breath, I could still smell Sylvester in the air. He hadn't been joking, he had really gone above and beyond to satisfy my body. Unfortunately, just like before, I wasn't 100% satisfied. I felt about 90% satisfied, and it honestly didn't make any sense.

Suddenly, I felt a hand groping my ass, and a groan from behind me. My eyes shot wide open at the uninvited fingers beginning to invade my body. I looked up at Sylvester and he was still sleeping soundly, but then I remembered we hadn't actually been alone last night. I felt immense arousal deep inside me, but it wasn't my arousal.

"Ngh... stop... Cole..." I groaned, as the smell of a rainforest overrode the smokey scent permeating the air.

As a third finger invaded my body, I reached a shaky hand out to grab Sylvester's hair. I needed him to wake up, since I otherwise had no strength to stop Cole, and I couldn't even be sure he was awake considering that he wasn't listening to me. I pulled Sylvester's hair just hard enough to jostle him awake.

"Hngh... that hurts... Tristan..." Sylvester groaned.

"AH! Ungh... H-Help me... dummy..." I moaned breathlessly.

"Hm? How are you this horny again...? It's only been a couple hours, Tristan." He groaned, kissing my face.

"N-Not... mee... Ugh... Mmm... I-It's Cole!" I said, pushing Sylvester's face away.

He immediately snapped out of his drowsy sleepy state, and sat up. He reached behind me and it sounded like he had slapped Cole.

"Hey asshole, wake up and cut it out! You don't get to fuck in my bed without permission damn it!" Sylvester yelled.

"S-Stop... choking me... asshole!... I didn't... do anything!" Cole wheezed.

"Oh? So then who's fingers are currently inside Tristan? Cuz they sure as shit ain't mine, dumbass!"

Cole's fingers left my body abruptly, and I could sense his fear and confusion immediately.

"I-I didn't do that on purpose. Hell I didn't even do it consciously. I'm really sorry Tristan, and sorry for yelling at you Syl. Seriously, I didn't know..." Cole said, remorsefully.

Sylvester laid back down, and pulled me closer to him. Every movement of my body felt painful, but also stimulated my arousal and pleasure.

"Sylvester, everything hurts... and I'm thirsty." I said.

"I have a bottle of water but it's not cold. Do you want it?" He asked.

"Y-Yes..."

He tried to hand me the bottle but I couldn't will my arms to move high enough, much less my hands to grip the bottle. I could only look up at him helplessly.

"Am I going to have to help you drink this?" He asked, perplexed.

"I can't move my body... everything frikkin hurts... the pain is rapturous for my body, and I'm too tired to fight it." I said, tears forming in my eyes.

"What happened to you Tristan? Why are you unable to move?" Cole asked.

I could feel my cheeks heat up, and I glanced up at Sylvester. I didn't want to say it out loud, because it was embarrassing as hell. I couldn't deny that I had goaded Sylvester on last night. Feeling Ferdinand's unrestrained arousal and his intoxicating lust for me, nearly sent me over the edge. My body wouldn't relax at all after that.

Sylvester sat up, put his left arm under my back and raised me up so he could give me the water. To my surprise, Sylvester was actually pretty good at taking care of people. He added just the right amount of stability with his arm and didn't over do it when helping me drink.

"Cole... what's the last thing you remember about last night?" Sylvester asked.

"Hm? Uhm... Oh... yeah. Okay I remember... but seriously Sylvester, you overdid it! What would you have done if Ferdinand slipped in here and snatched him up while you were asleep?" Cole asked.

"Do you think someone with a presence like Ferdinand could come into my room without it waking me? Have you already forgotten who the hell I am?" Sylvester retorted.

"Sylvester... I don't want anymore..." I said, letting my head drop in Cole's direction.

"Tristan your eyes are flickering... are you going to be okay?" Cole asked, reaching a hand towards my face.

I closed my eyes and let him touch my face, then felt his hands run through my hair. It was relaxing, but only stoked the fire burning inside me.

"I want to take a bath... but I can't move to get there... and I don't want you guys in there giving into your baser urges... haah.... this sucks..."

"Do you want me to see if Delcain is awake?" Cole asked.

I opened my eyes at the question, and almost immediately agreed. However, I remembered that Auntie Josephine was here, and they probably had a lot of catching up to do.

"No... he's finally back with his mom. He'll come to me when he's ready to hang out." I said, leaning back against Sylvester's chest.

Sylvester looked at Cole and then nodded. I closed my eyes again, trying to get my body to move. It was driving me crazy that I couldn't even lift my arms properly.

'Hey, body? You and I need to have a friggin chat! You are being completely unreasonable lately! I don't appreciate it one bit!'

*Knock... Knock... Knock...*

Someone knocked on the door, interrupting my internal scolding.

"Yeah, come in." Sylvester said.

"Good morning. What did you– what the hell am I looking at here?" Delcain asked, looking between me, Sylvester, and Cole.

"Tristan needs to take a bath, but doesn't trust us to help him. Since the next person he loves besides us is you, I requested your assistance." Sylvester shrugged.

"Is there a particular reason why you're all naked, and didn't even bother covering up before I walked in?" Delcain asked, annoyed.

"Really? What are you, five? Let's not make this awkward. Your brother needs help, you know. Today might be the last day you get to see him for a week, won't you help him out?" Sylvester said, taunting him.

"Sylvester... You're so damn unbearable..." Delcain said.

"Uhm... I'm going to need clothes though..." I murmured. No way was I going to traverse the halls stark naked.

"True, if you get caught by Bellamy or Ferdinand it's game over." Cole said.

"I'll handle the clothes... the real question is, how are you going to get to the bathroom at the other end of the hall?" Sylvester said, while slipping on some pajama pants and heading to the closet.

"Del will you be able to carry him on your back?" Cole asked.

"Tristan, why can't you move anymore. The cycle hasn't started yet so– Ugh, y'know what... never mind, I think I get it now." Delcain said, smacking his palm against his forehead.

"Stop making him embarrassed. It's not his fault... well most of it anyway..." Sylvester yelled from the closet.

"I'll carry you Tristan, so just get dressed will you. Good Gods... You're all so unreasonable." Delcain retorted.

Sylvester came back out with a stack of clothes, toiletries, and towels in his hands. He slipped an oversized T-Shirt over my head and put some boxers on me. Then, he picked me up and placed me on Delcain's back.

"The fact that you're lighter than I remember is a problem Tristan." Delcain said, adjusting his grip on my thighs.

The feeling of his strong grip on my thighs made me shudder. I buried my face in the middle of his shoulder blades to hide my face.

"Tristan, behave yourself." Sylvester all but growled.

"Look brother, I love you to death, but if you get an erection while I'm carrying you, I will absolutely drop you." Delcain warned.

"Can we just go now! You guys are being a huge pain right now! It's not even my fault!" I yelled.

Delcain gave a huff but started carrying me nonetheless. Sylvester followed behind with the towels and toiletries in hand. We made it to the intersection of the hallway and the stairs, and heard a heavy sigh coming from our right.

"Really Sylvester, I could kick you down these stairs right now and pray for your death at every tumble. Do you know how much harder you made my work? Learn some fucking restraint!" Bellamy growled.

"Look, I'd say sorry but I'd be lying and I'm not so insincere to make it seem like it wasn't my fault. So just get over it will you? You would have done the same thing." Sylvester retorted.

"Fuck you, Sylvester!... haah.... Anyway... here Tristan, take this. It should help, and if it does I'll make more. Lady Maybelline was truly an incredible woman." Bellamy said, softly injecting me with something.

The effect was almost instant and strong as hell. I wasn't nearly as aroused anymore, and I couldn't feel their arousal either. Everyone let out a sigh of relief, even Delcain for some reason.

"Del, I'll carry him. I took my injections too. I also need to give him the booster in an hour, so it's convenient." Bellamy said, picking me up from Delcain's back.

"What did you mean when you were talking about our Aunt?" Delcain asked.

"Meyhymn found a folder in the facilities files that I think she hid specifically for Tristan. It had every bit of information we needed about him, and possible designs for his suppressants and inhibitors... Where were you guys headed to anyway?" Bellamy said.

"The bathroom, Tristan wants to bathe." Delcain answered.

"What did you inject me with?" I asked.

"It was 50% suppressant and 50% inhibitor, and a ridiculously strong formula. The booster is also 50/50. Compliments to Lady Maybelline, who paved the way." Bellamy replied.

"It's incredibly effective, and works fast as hell. Thanks Bellamy, I'm not as scared to face the upcoming week anymore..." I said turning my face into his chest. His pheromones always smelled so manly to me, but I couldn't smell them at all now. It was kind of upsetting, but a good sign.

"Nah... this will work against everyone but Ferdinand. Don't ever be alone with him, not even for a minute." Bellamy said, wearing the same stern face Sylvester had yesterday.

We reached the other bathroom, and Delcain began running the water, as Sylvester started dropping things into it. Bellamy sat down on a medium sized leather hassock, with me still in his arms.

"Why won't they work on Ferdinand?" I asked, looking up at Bellamy.

"Haaah... damn your eyes are going to be a problem... Haaaa.... do you remember what Josephine asked him? About your subconscious feelings?" Bellamy asked, covering my eyes with his hand.

"Yes... why?"

"He feels your body calling to him on a subconscious level, he feels your emotional state on a subconscious level. We do not, and that is because he is a Hyper-Dominant Alpha who also marked you twice. He will become feral after day three... He will want to be inside you all day long even if you are passed out. I made some sleeping pills and tranquilizers for him but there is something you should know..." Bellamy said, moving his hand down my face, his thumb rubbing my cheek gently.

"What's wrong? You're annoyed and freaked out... Why?" I asked. He was feeling these emotions so strongly, that it sent a shiver down my spine.

"Meyhymn showed me the CCTV footage of the night raid, when they captured you. I mentioned making a tranquilizer for Ferdinand, and Meyhymn all but grimaced at the idea. Upon showing me, I watched as Ferdinand was shot 5 times with a tranquilizer gun and still managed to bite a man's throat out before collapsing. I doubt my tranquilizers are stronger than government grade darts." Bellamy replied.

Everyone present looked at Bellamy in disbelief. I was no exception, just picturing that sight made me terrified...

"Holy fuck! That shit knocked me out almost instantly with one shot!" Sylvester exclaimed.

"Yeah me too, I took maybe a few steps at best before collapsing. Ferdinand is a fucking monster. I honestly thought he'd kill you last night. Meyhymn carried him to my lab, but his close proximity to me nearly split my head open. Thankfully he was able to take the sleeping pills. I'm guessing he even made it back to his room, since you're still alive." Bellamy said, as he began stripping me.

"Yeah he has a strong influence over Cole too, Cole nearly screwed Tristan even when he was asleep. I almost broke his neck. Also I'm fairly sure I heard Ferdinand yell at me while I was deep in the throes." Sylvester said, turning off the water..

"Yeah... go easy on Cole would you? He's probably going to go through a lot of hell when Ferdinand is awake. The biggest problem will be getting Ferdinand to take the pills if the darts don't work. We might as well drug his food for dinner every night." Bellamy groaned, while placing me in the tub.

"I'll talk to my mom about it and Maybelline's file, maybe she knows something that could help us be better prepared." Delcain said, heading for the door.

"I'm going to leave now, and get my room ready, my men should be bringing my stuff here soon." Sylvester said, also leaving.

"Are you going to leave me too, Bellamy?" I asked, looking up at him.

"I would like to get some sleep, but your face says you don't want me to go... So I won't." He replied, sitting next to the tub on the hassock.

"I'm sorry Bellamy... but I realized too late I can't properly scrub my body down. And if you leave, I can't get back out. And since everyone keeps saying not to be alone with Ferdinand, I'm worried now." I murmured, playing with the bubbles in my bath.

"All valid reasons I suppose... Though you seem to enjoy making unreasonable requests of me." Bellamy chuckled.

He slowly and meticulously scrubbed down every inch of my body. Just as I was thinking he was really a gentleman outside the bedroom, he made me regret it immediately.

"AH! Stop... W-What are you...doing?" I asked, gripping his forearm with both my hands.

"I have to make sure he cleaned you out properly don't I?" He asked with a smirk.

"I would believe you if not for that smug look on your face! Hngh!" I groaned.

Sure, I couldn't be sure if Sylvester did any after care after last night, I couldn't even be sure he had given me a contraceptive afterwards, but Bellamy's eyes practically screamed revenge.

"Oh? Is it showing on my face? Haa I should work on that, right?" Bellamy said, twirling his fingers once more before extracting them.

He then began shampooing and conditioning my hair for good measure. I enjoyed it thoroughly and it was relaxing for sure. The hot bath did wonders for my sore and achy body. I was about to thank Bellamy for his thorough and complete care, but he once again proved that he was just a selfish and greedy bastand to the core.

"Ah, there you go. Now you don't smell like that thoughtless shit head anymore." He said, draining the tub and standing me up.

He meticulously dried my entire body as well, except my feet. I could kind of walk unassisted if I moved slowly. I climbed out of the tub and dried my feet. Then I got dressed in the pajamas Sylvester picked out.

"What will you do now? Will you go to Cole's room?" Bellamy asked.

It was technically Thursday and rightfully his day however, after what happened this morning, I was a bit hesitant to be in his room. I didn't have the strength to resist him.

"No... I think I'll go watch a movie, or play in the arcade. Maybe invite Del to join me." I replied.

"Well you'll need money for the arcade and the theater plays more than movies, but do you know how to work the equipment?" He asked skeptically.

I looked up at him with pleading eyes. He had money and he knew how to work the equipment. There was no down side to his assistance. I slowly stood up and walked up to Bellamy, putting on my best 'Please help me' face. Bellamy in turn, took many steps back.

"Well Bellamy you have money so you could lend me some, and you put on the movie last night so you can obviously show me how to use it... right?" I asked, pulling him into a hug while still looking up at him.

I could see him grinding his teeth and also feel his trepidation and arousal. Even though he took a suppressant too, he was still a man with wants and needs. I would poke the proverbial bear until he caved.

"Your eyes should be illegal. Even when given the suppressant they still don't go back to their normal hue. Stop looking at me like that or I'll take you right here in the bathroom." He groaned.

"You would never do that because this is the kids bathroom and you're not a monster. So let's go, teach me your ways. Then you can go to sleep. I'll pay you back, you know I'm good for it." I said, taking his hand and walking out of the bathroom.

The stairs that led to the third and fourth floors were at the ends of each hallway, so we didn't need to go very far to reach them. My legs were a little shaky going up the stairs, but I made it nonetheless. Since we came the opposite way this time, the arcade and theater were closer. I went to the arcade first and instead of giving me money, he handed me a key.

"This key opens the coin machine and the games, you don't need to worry about spending money here. Just open this back hatch and take out some coins. Let the suckers pay to play." He said laughing, before kissing my lips and dragging me out of the arcade.

We went across the hall and this time he took me up to the booth behind the sitting area. There were countless buttons and tiny screens. I was beginning to think movies would have to wait, because no way could I memorize all of these buttons.

"There are 5 buttons you must remember, the rest are preset so you don't have to worry. This one turns on the screen, see? And this one turns on the black box. Think of the black box as a television that projects onto the screen. It has a remote so you can change channels from the gallery too... this button is to play movies only available in theaters. Once you press it, this small screen lights up, use this knob to select a movie. And the final button is this red one, push this to turn everything off at once." Bellamy explained.

"What about the tiny floor lights? Or the snack bar lights?" I asked, looking out at the dark theater. It was only illuminated by the blue screen.

"Those light switches behind you, they are labeled for convenience." Bellamy said pointing.

Sure enough there was a light switch for everything, including one for the main room itself. I nodded my head and flipped the switches for the snack bar and floor lights. Then, I gave Bellamy a hug again.

"Thanks Bellamy. You're a total rockstar, and freakin amazing. You may go to sleep now. I will watch something here and play later." I said, hugging him a little tighter.

"Hmm... You're welcome. Here take this booster shot and then I'll go to bed." Bellamy said, pulling up the sleeve of my shirt. He pinched my skin together and softly injected me with the suppressant, before rubbing my arm and replacing my sleeve.

I hugged him again. I knew he was sleepy but he was sleepy for my sake. And even though it wasn't Tuesday he deserved a little lovin, he helped me out immensely. At his own expense at that.

"It's colder in the arcade and theater than most of the other rooms here. Keep this, and don't fall asleep in here with your hair damp, Tristan." Bellamy said, wrapping me in his lab coat.

My eyes widened at the weight of it. What should have been a thin white coat, light and breathable. Was actually a thick double lined trench coat type of jacket.

"W-Wha... Holy shit! Why is this so heavy?" I asked.

"It's cold as hell in all my labs, due to handling a lot of products that can't be in warm settings, it's easier this way. Prolonged exposure to the cold however can be very bad for the body. Instead of wearing multiple layers I just wear a thicker coat. There are two more suppressants in the right pocket. If I'm not awake before you need another one just use them. Green first, blue after an hour of the first." He said, handing me a remote as well.

"Is there any draw back to not taking them in that order or forgetting to take the second one?" I asked, as he led me out of the booth and back out to the main gallery.

"Taking them out of order will give you a headache and make you drowsy as hell. Forgetting to take the booster will make the effects last for less time, however taking another suppressant within 5 hours of the first dose will make you sick. Even more so if you do not eat. Don't underestimate how strong the doses are." He said, kissing my forehead.

"Okay thank you again," I said looking down at the remote. It had a ridiculous amount of buttons as well, "Uhm... how do I use this?"

"It's self explanatory. The arrow keys navigate the menu button in the middle. Pulling up the menu will show you all you need to know. Ferdinand is just a lazy bastard who refuses to have a staff to help him so there's a button for everything." Bellamy said, walking towards the door.

"Bellamy... Do you just... want to sleep... here... maybe?" I mumbled.

The further away he got, the more lonely I felt. I couldn't understand it, since I was originally planning to watch movies alone anyway, but the loneliness was getting heavier and heavier, the further he got.

"It will be alright. Don't feel so lonely Tristan. I'm too big to comfortably sleep in here and I'm no good to you exhausted. Call Sylvester or Cole if it gets too bad okay. If you keep feeling this lonely, you'll summon Ferdinand." Bellamy said looking serious.

I tensed up immediately. That was the last thing I wanted, the way everyone kept talking about him made me irrationally afraid of being around him alone. I looked back up at Bellamy, he was already standing in the doorway. I could feel his longing and also his resignation, what he said must have been true. He needed sleep and he couldn't help me if he wasn't at 100%.

"Have fun Tristan. Call me if you need me. Also... know that I love you, okay?" He said, making me widen my eyes.

I couldn't recall a single time he had told me he loved me. I felt immense warmth at the thought. I didn't really understand it, but it made me incredibly happy. I gave him the biggest smile I could muster.

"Haah... fuck... seriously...?" He groaned.

He walked up to me, gave me a hug, kissed me deeply, and then headed for the door again.

"Bye Tristan, be good, and stop riling me up." He called over his shoulder, waving as he left.

I stared bemused at the empty doorway. I certainly hadn't tried to rile him up, so I didn't really understand what he meant.

Shrugging my shoulders I walked to the back row of sofas and queued up the menu screen. Just as Bellamy had said it was pretty self explanatory. I chose an animated action series to watch and set down the remote.

Then, I stood and made my way over to the snack bar. I put some kernels into the machine while reading the instructions. It was pretty simple after reading it.

"Step one: make sure the popper is on.

Step two: add kernels to the popper.

Step three: add popcorn butter to popper.

Step four: wait until all kernels are popped.

Step five: add your choice of salt and enjoy."

The bar had all kinds of popcorn seasonings, I chose kettle corn and caramel. I also grabbed a soda and candy bar before heading to my seat.

"Ah... not the healthiest breakfast... but a breakfast of champions nonetheless!" I said, as I began to eat my sugar laden meal.

About two and a half hours into my series, my pocket started to vibrate. I realized Bellamy had left his phone in his lab coat. Since it wasn't my phone I ignored it and continued watching the show. I couldn't even think of the last time I had watched something in such a quiet peaceful setting. Since coming here I was seeing my siblings less and less, but it wasn't as if my love for them had faded, it was more accurate to say they didn't need me as much. The twins doted on them constantly and they were always smiling and playing. I seemed to always just be in the way or just watched them from a distance.

Three hours into my series, my head began to pound and my vision blurred. Bellamy's phone kept vibrating and it was starting to annoy me. I laid down on the sofa and curled up under his coat. Ironically enough his coat still smelled like him, it was insanely comforting. I was beginning to keep my eyes closed for longer periods of time, my head felt like it was going to split open.

Eventually, I let sleep overtake me to assuage the pain I felt behind my eyes.

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Cole's Point Of View

After waking up in my room, I took off my bandages and took a shower. I could smell Tristan's pheromones all over me. He might not have realized it, but he was pouring out pheromones all night even when he slept. From what I could ascertain Sylvester either didn't realize it or he didn't care, but it was a devastating amount.

I had to go sleep in my own room to calm down. After getting out of the shower I dried off and applied some gauze patches. I was healing faster than I thought I would but the wounds were still painful. I didn't think that I would be moving into Ferdinand's house so soon, so my room had the bare minimum in it.

Now that my father was gone I wasn't even sure what to do or where my finances would come from. To be honest however, it didn't bother me too much in the grand scheme of things because I wanted to be with Tristan no matter what.

Since today was Thursday I at least wanted to hang out with him, even if only a little bit. I headed out of my room and ran into a train of men carrying a bunch of furniture. Then i noticed Sylvester was directing them at the stairs.

"Ah! Hey punk! Get out of the way would ya!?" A man said, holding a small dresser in his arms.

"Excuse me, asshole? Surely there's another way to address someone in their home right?" I retorted.

"Ah! It's fine Emille! Stop causing trouble and go!" Sylvester yelled.

The man tensed up and began walking again. I walked over to Sylvester trying to figure out what was going on.

"Hey Cole I have too much shit, do you want any of it?" Sylvester said, putting his arm around my shoulder. I followed his line of sight and nearly yelled.

"You have entirely too much shit. Just put what you want in my room and use that spare room next to the arcade for everything else." I said exasperated.

"Yeah... I'm putting a lot in storage but I thought I could squeeze the bare minimum in here. Ferdinand has no designer abilities. I bet he won't even notice." Sylvester laughed.

"Where's Tristan?" I asked. I thought he'd be with Sylvester since they left the room together.

"Hm? Maybe with Bellamy... he took him to the bathroom. I had to contact my men to get my stuff moving. We need the other Omegas out of here. Tristan may not have said it out loud to the others but he doesn't feel comfortable with them around. Said it's like a constant reminder of the facility."

"Wait! You left him with Bellamy?!" I yelled.

"It's fine. He made him a damn good suppressant, his pheromones calmed down almost immediately. He should be fine." Sylvester said, removing his arm from my shoulder and directing the traffic again.

"Check with Delcain maybe he knows." Sylvester called out as I walked away.

Suppressant or not I couldn't relax. I was happy that Bellamy succeeded in making the suppressants, but what did the mating cycle mean for us? Everyone was focused on helping Tristan but never stopped to consider how it would effect us. That's what bothered me the most about Ferdinand too. His instincts were much different than our own.

I called Bellamy but he didn't answer. I was beginning to worry. I knocked on Delcain's door hoping he was with Tristan.

"What's up Cole?" Delcain asked.

"Hey bro. Is Tristan with you?" I asked.

"No, Bellamy stopped by and said he was watching a movie. And that if he wasn't there he'd be in the arcade, whatever that is." Delcain shrugged.

"Bellamy left him?" I asked, perplexed.

"Yea. The suppressant he made was pretty good so he seemed fine. His pheromones weren't as strong after he gave it to him. Why?"

"How long ago was this? Did he say why he was leaving him?" I asked. I couldn't understand why he was so calm about all this.

"Hm? Maybe 2 or 3 hours ago?" He replied, thoughtfully.

"Thanks." I said. I didn't want to alarm Delcain for no reason, but internally I was a wreck.

I walked away, holding the wall making my way back towards Sylvester. I couldn't walk as fast as I wanted to, and by the time I got back to him I was covered in a sheen of cold sweat and trying to control my breathing.

"Syl... help me up the stairs... please..." I said, grabbing onto his shoulder.

"Hey that's enough guys take everything else to the storage unit. We can always get it later if we need it." Sylvester called out to his men. He then looked me over, clearly worried.

"What's wrong Cole?" He said, putting my arm around his shoulder.

"Delcain said Tristan has been alone for over two hours. He could be in the theater or the arcade... but..."

"There's no way he's been able to comfortably be alone for that long without our pheromones." Sylvester answered.

"Yes... exactly." I replied.

He quickly helped me up the stairs and checked the arcade first. It was pitch black and empty. We then walked to the theater room and opened the door. The sound coming from the screen was low but the sight I saw made me take an involuntary step back. Sylvester tightened his grip on my hand, but I could tell he didn't want to move closer any more than I did.

As we stood in the doorway, Ferdinand's bright golden eyes glared at us in the darkness. It was the most intimidating glare I had ever seen in my life, and his pheromones were so thick it was terrifying.

"I've been around this guy nearly all my life, I've never once felt his Hyper-Dominance until this very moment." Sylvester said, swallowing audibly.

What was more terrifying was that Ferdinand was unblinking. He hadn't taken his eyes off of us since we opened the door. His glare was paralyzing.

"Sylvester... I'm too scared to move..." I whispered.

Meanwhile Sylvester was sending a text. The vibrations were heard from inside the theater and Sylvester let out a small curse.

"Damn you, Bellamy..." He mumbled.