(SASHA)
He hesitates for a bit. I can see how uncomfortable he is, which makes me want to know why.
"What? Is he dead?"
He tenses. "Why?"
"Well, I'm curious."
"Does it matter?"
"No, not really," I reply. I have to admit I like how reserved he is and I'm dying to know what he is hiding. "It's not common for an omega to be pregnant without an alpha. We both know that."
He stares at me for a second then blurts out. "I'm not planning on keeping this baby."
I arch a brow. "So that means he's dead? Or why else wouldn't you want to keep the baby? Did he abandon you?
Fear works through him as he contemplates an answer, which makes me think he's about to lie. But I can find out that information for myself if I want to. However, I still want to hear what he has to tell me.
"No, he isn't dead. I just don't want to carry his baby. I have my reasons." He fondles with his fingers, avoiding my gaze. I know it sounds heartless…but―"
"That's it, Tyler." I cut him mid-sentence. "We all have our reasons for doing the things we do. Yet you judge others. You aren't any better than us. We are all selfish."
His jaw hardens and he doesn't respond. When I realize he isn't going to, I keep going. "I'll give you time to think about it."
"You know, I don't need time to think about it. I appreciate the offer, really but I don't want to. No offense, I just can't do it." He replies shakily.
"Oh Tyler, you can. And I think you should do it."
"I don't want to be your omega." He blurts out bluntly.
I bite my jaw, offended by his outright rejection. That is brave, sure, and very stupid of him. "Listen Tyler. I'll give you time to think about it again. Carefully." I say, making sure to not sound threatening when in truth, that's how I intend to sound.
"As I told you, Sasha…I…don't need time to think it over. I don't want to. Please look for someone else. I'm sure there reckons of omegas willing to jump at the offer." He shivers.
Stubborn little brat. Hard as his life is, he still has the guts to refuse my offer. I don't understand how he enjoys that life, or how he still wants to live it despite my offer. I wonder how he will pull through when he can barely take care of himself. I can safely assume that, given the gaunt circles below his eyes and how tired he looks. It's a pity.
"And I insist you think about my offer, but I'll need you to answer in twenty-four hours, and not a minute late."
His eyes go wide. To be fair, I understand why. But this is not the time or the place to be considerate of what he wants or not. I'm giving him an easy option, and I don't care that he isn't seeing that. Hell, I'll force him if I have to. "What? Are you serious? Even if I was interested, which I'm not, I wouldn't make such a life-altering decision in 24 hours!"
I grin. "Unfortunately, that's all the time you got. As I told you, my father is dying. I need to get married as soon as possible.
"So you are considerate after all?" he huffs.
"What do you mean?" I arch my brow.
"You want him to see you get married." He crosses his arms over his chest.
Typical sentimental fool. He thinks I want my father to watch me walk down the aisle. "Tyler, that isn't the reason. If my father dies before I get married, there will be war. That's what the urgency is about. War could break among the syndicates.
"Oh!" his gaze flickers as he comes to the realization.
I rake my eyes over him, taking note of his stubbornness. "Miles will bring you a phone. When you finally have an answer, make sure to call me latest tomorrow midnight, and not later than that. I'll assume your answer is a no if I don't get a call by then."
"But Sa―"
"And let me give you a fair warning." I talk over him. "If you are dumb enough to refuse my offer, I'll be sure to make your life a living hell. If you think you've had it rough up until now, then you haven't seen anything yet." He winces, and some twisted part of me likes that he does, so I continue. "I'll make you loathe your life and when you've lost everything, I'll tell Miles to cut your tongue out."
"Then I'll make sure you die a painful death."
He takes a step away from me, fear overriding him. I signal Miles and he comes with the burner phone then hands it to him. He takes it and doesn't say a word.
I have to admit there's something satisfying about watching him look petrified like this. I head back to the car with an evil grin on my face. Once inside, I watch him walk the rest of his way to the said shelter.
The SUV windows are tinted, and I can see him from the inside, but he can't see him from the inside. He is shaking, perhaps from the cold, or what I just told him, but even then, there's still that stubborn look in his eyes.
A chill rushes to my cock when I think of all ways I want to make that stubborn little slob submit to me. But who knows, he might refuse my proposal. Not that I'll make his life easy when he finally does. I meant everything I told him back there. Too bad because if he dares to refuse, ill have to send Miles to make his life a living nightmare, and when I'm finally satisfied with his suffering, ill tell Miles to slit that beautiful throat open.