I woke up feeling groggy, but well rested. I didn't even have a splitting headache like usual, and I realized why quickly. Ferdinand was asleep beside me, he was holding me and softly emitting his pheromones even in his sleep. I rolled over in his arms to look up at him, then laid my head against his chest. I felt immense joy, and then I heard his heartbeat quicken. He was awake.
"You know thanks to the bond, I can tell you're not sleeping. I'm not this elated to be laying on your chest right now... which means you are." I said exasperated.
"I can't help it. I really love you, and I don't want to make you mad at me." Ferdinand said, not opening his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah love you too, but tone it down. It feels weird to have emotions swell inside me that aren't my emotions." I replied.
"Do you really? Do you actually love me? Just me or all of us?" He asked, his eyes snapping open.
The emotions swelled even more, my chest began to hurt. He was waaay too excited. I reached down and grabbed his groin over his pajama pants.
"Calm down, or you'll never use it again! My frikkin chest hurts... to answer your question, yes all of you. Watching the kids play yesterday was the best life I could have ever given my siblings. Seeing how absolutely carefree and happy they were, was so incredibly heartening I couldn't regret a single step taken to get here. You guys keep protecting us, and saving us, and giving us the best life. I love you all for it. I don't want to be anywhere else."
"Mmm... you're welcome... I'll make sure you all live happy lives... I need you to let go however... or I won't be able to calm down." Ferdinand said.
Instead of letting go, I rubbed his semi-hard erection through his pants. He sucked in a sharp breath, his golden eyes flickering. I kissed his lips and ran my right hand through his soft marmalade colored hair. He deepened the kiss and his erection grew. I couldn't stop myself, there was a deep seated need to have them all again. I could feel my body heating up and their marks pulsing.
I broke from the kiss with a sharp gasp. The pulsing in their marks was getting stronger. I looked up at Ferdinand and his eyes were glowing gold completely now.
"Tristan... please... don't stop..." Ferdinand said, sliding my left hand under his pants and into his boxers.
His erection was scalding hot, and pulsing in time with his mark. Something told me the other guys were suffering right about now.
Ferdinand rolled over to his back, his breathing becoming more erratic. He slipped off his pajamas and boxers, and began stroking his own erection with my hand under his. I sat up and leaned forward, and took his erection into my mouth, taking Ferdinand by surprise.
"Ungh! Tristan? W-What are you– Hngh!"
He released his hand around mine, and stiffened up. I ran my tongue around the head of his cock before taking him deeper into my mouth. Just like before it tasted like vanilla cake. It wasn't just a one time thing, it wasn't just because we were caught in the moment. He tasted so good, that I started drooling with him in my mouth.
"Seriously, your driving me crazy... Your pheromones... aren't even that active... and yet I'm... about to cum..." Ferdinand groaned, gripping the sheets tightly.
I couldn't even be bothered by what he was saying, the delightful taste in my mouth was driving me to have more. It was like eating a deliciously warm cake fresh out of the oven, that was still so warm that the icing melted when being applied.
Once he was deeply seated in my throat, I couldn't help but let out a groan. I could feel my throat tightening around him, as if I were trying to milk him. I didn't get the chance to move much on him however, because...
"Stop... don't move... I'm cumming..." Ferdinand groaned.
Suddenly, his hot, relentless semen filled my mouth and my throat in an instant. Ferdinand didn't give me a chance to do anything, he yanked off my pajamas and entered me without any warning or preparation.
"Ah! Seriously...? Again?! What did I... say last time...? Ugh! AHH! Hngh!"
"You feel so good... I'm sorry... Tristan... Mmm... forgive me... please...?"
"Why do you guys... always say sorry... after the fact! AHH! Wait! D-Don't rub there! UNGH! I'm cumming.... fuuck!"
He thrusted into me relentlessly, and I couldn't help but ejaculate, hard. Their marks were throbbing painfully and I felt like my skin was on fire. My body was slowly calming down, but Ferdinand was still thrusting strong.
Not only that, but the position he was currently putting me in was outrageous. My body didn't touch the bed in a single area, I was being held up completely by his arms as they wrapped under my stomach and chest, while his hands gripped my shoulders. I was practically dangling in the air, while he was pounding into me with unrestrained power.
"F-Ferdinand... it's too much... UGH! C-Calm down... Hngh! S-So deep! Ungh! S-Slow down! AHHH!"
In his dazed thrusting, Ferdinand licked his mark on my nape, and I shuddered. The pulsing of the five marks on my body grew to be too much. I had been right, the guys were suffering. I could feel them. I could feel their anger, their jealousy, and even their contentment. It was unnerving.
"Hngh! I'm going to cum Tristan. Drink it all with this delicious mouth here, okay...?"
True to his word, Ferdinand ejaculated deep inside me. It was never-ending, I felt so uncomfortably full. I thought for sure it would bypass my stomach and come out of my mouth.
"Ferdinand... let go... please... Ungh!"
My body didn't hurt from anything he did. In fact it felt great. The problem was the other Alphas, if this went on any longer there was a 90% chance they would barge in, and I would have to "service" all of them.
'And that's not happening!'
Ferdinand, finally sated, withdrew from my body, and then laid down beside me on his bed. He kissed his mark repeatedly on my nape, while rubbing his second one on my wrist. It was terrifyingly arousing, and he knew it.
"Tristan... don't keep riling me up. The guys are ridiculously jealous right now, even Cole. It's crazy, because in the throes of it, I didn't register their feelings, the pleasure was heighten to a terrifying degree through the bond. But now that I've calmed down some, I can feel it pretty strongly." Ferdinand said, then licked my nape and his mark.
"Everyone's marks burned hotter the longer it went on... I have a feeling they're going to make you suffer just as bad when it's their turn. Hahaha! OUCH!"
"Ha ha. Not funny. And it was just a contraceptive injection. Don't be such a baby, Tristan." Ferdinand said, as he lumbered from the bed.
I didn't like the feeling that my body was relishing in the afterglow of our debauchery, but the act itself was way too enjoyable to regret it. As I laid in the bed unmoving, I felt Ferdinand grip my ankle and yank me towards him.
"Eek!"
"Let's go take a shower now." He said with a mischievous smirk.
★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★
Bellamy's Point Of View
'This bond is going to be the literal death of me!'
I laid paralyzed on my bed, the feeling of Tristan's satisfaction washing over me in waves. I was happy for him, and glad that he wasn't holding a grudge still about our mating. However, I was extremely jealous that Ferdinand was getting to enjoy him all to himself.
It was Tuesday morning, and rightfully my day to have him, but it seemed unreasonable to snatch Tristan away with such a flimsy reason.
After all, I'd be extremely pissed off if Sylvester did the same thing to me on Wednesday mornings.
'Ugh! Seriously?! AGAIN!?'
They were going at it again, and I was at my fucking limit! Through the bond, I could feel Tristan's arousal and satisfaction, unfortunately I could also feel Ferdinand's deep unrelenting desire. It was almost nauseating.
I tried to roll over onto my side, and in the next moment my door was flung open. It was Sylvester, his eyes were flickering, and he was covered in sweat. He lumbered towards me at a staggered pace.
"Bellamy... this is impossible. I can handle once... but three times?! I'm going to die! Knock me out, go stop them, SOMETHING!" Sylvester whined, dropping to his knees.
While we couldn't get an erection without being near Tristan and his pheromones– or from stimulating each other– having to endure everything else was a form of torture unto itself. I understood what Sylvester was saying, but we had no right. We had already agreed to the set up. I'd make sure Ferdinand lost his mind tonight. I felt terrible about Sylvester's situation, and I hoped Cole wasn't enduring the same hell, but there was no other option.
"Bellamy seriously, help me out here. This is so damn unbearable! My eyes can't even focus anymore." Sylvester groaned, laying his face against my bed.
I didn't have any particular feelings towards Sylvester, I didn't hate him but I also wasn't like Ferdinand. I couldn't just make out with my best friend because he was lonely or horny.
"Look, I understand what you mean and how you feel, but I'm not Ferdinand. I can't do what you want. At best, we'll just need to discuss this with Tristan. Though I can imagine that it would be extremely embarrassing for him." I said, patting his head.
"C'mon Bel, just this once? You can be calm about this because today is Tuesday, but I will have to wait it out another damn day while you all have your fun! This is awful!" He said, looking up at me eyes pleading.
"It'll be over soon, and just think, tonight you can have Ferdinand comfort you." I said.
As I said that, the strong bond we were all sharing stopped immediately. It was like Tristan and Ferdinand had both passed out simultaneously. It was an eerie calm, one that I didn't particularly understand.
Sylvester visibly relaxed, and then flinched.
"Something is wrong with Cole! It's like he's sending this shit intentionally." Sylvester looked up at me again, terrified.
I could feel it too, an excruciating pain in the middle of my back. It wasn't a shared pain either, it was more of an inflicted pain. As if he were telling us to watch our backs. It was cunning, but painful as hell.
Suddenly, my door was flung open a second time, this time from a half dressed Ferdinand, with wet hair and smelling fresh from a shower.
"Something is wrong with Cole!" He exclaimed.
"Yeah, we know. If you weren't balls deep into Tristan, then you'd know he was causing this pain to himself. He's warning us of something. Stop and use your upper head now." I said exasperated.
"I-Is that true?" I heard Tristan's timid voice, and felt his absolute embarrassment.
I was mentally kicking myself for not assuming Tristan would follow Ferdinand.
"Yes. It's true. That, or he was tired of the physical state you guys were– never mind." I replied. His embarrassment was only getting worse.
"You know,now that you say that, this pain is in the same spot I hit him when I told him to watch his back, before he went to see his father." Sylvester said, looking less afraid and more concerned.
"Then we're out of time, Bellamy call Meyhymn, see how far away he is. I'll call in all my men to prepare for a fight. Sylvester, have the kitchen crank out food and drinks, and make sure we are stocked up in case of a siege." Ferdinand said.
Tristan looked a little anxious, almost like he was planning to rush to Cole's side. Ferdinand noticed it too, and grabbed Tristan by the shoulders.
"Tristan, stay with Bellamy. It's Tuesday after all." He said, giving him a brief kiss before heading out of my room.
Tristan obeyed Ferdinand's order, and sat directly on my lap. It was such a shocking heel turn, even Sylvester was staring in shock.
"Do you guys feel it too? Cole's anxiety? His apprehensive fretting?" Tristan asked.
Truth be told, I couldn't. It was more like a feeling of annoyance, than anxiety. I couldn't tell if it was directed at us, or himself.
"Uhm... it's not quite what I'm feeling." Sylvester replied.
Tristan looked at his right wrist, and leaned against my chest.
"We get it Cole, stop stressing out will you...?Calm down." He said, rubbing Cole's mark.
Ironically enough, even Cole's annoyance seemed to fade. My eyes widened at the implication of what Tristan was doing.
Distance didn't mean shit to the bond. Cole was every bit as present, as the rest of us. But that also meant he had just suffered the same as we had. I could just hear him yelling, 'Why the hell are you screwing around when there's danger afoot!?'
*BZZZ... BZZZ... BZZZ... BZZZ...*
"Hello?"
—Bro. It's Meyhymn. I made it back sooner than I thought. Where you at?
"I'm at Ferdinand's place. How long until you get here?"
—Hm? That big dumbass estate he has out in the boonies? Sheesh, I'll be about an hour and a half. Two hours tops.
"Yeah okay be careful. See you in a couple hours."
—Hell yeah.
"Was that Meyhymn?" Sylvester asked.
"Yeah, he'll be here within the next couple hours." I replied.
"Who is Meyhymn?" Tristan asked.
"A friend of ours who is going to help us get Cole back." Sylvester said, standing up.
"You off to the kitchen?" I asked.
"Yeah gotta do what big baddie says, right?" Sylvester replied, sarcastically.
"Better tell them to use both kitchens, we're about to have a serious influx of men." I said.
"Yeah I'll have them bring you and the kids breakfast while I'm at it." He shot back, walking out the door.
He shut the door quietly behind him, and an awkward silence filled the room. Tristan snuggled into my chest, his hair still damp from his shower.
"Was it painful?" Tristan asked, not looking up.
"Was what painful?" I asked, confused.
He looked up at me in exasperation. Then I immediately felt his embarrassment.
"Ah... well I'd like to say no, and not to worry about it buuut, it was awful. It was maddeningly awful. I plan to pay Ferdinand back, tenfold." I said with a smirk.
Tristan immediately flinched, then flushed with embarrassed arousal. His pheromones flared hard, and I immediately ground my teeth at the painful erection I now had.
"Calm down Tristan, now is not the time, okay? I would love to ravaged you, but it could cause the others to make foolish mistakes that have catastrophic repercussions." I said, rubbing his cheek.
His face grew even more red, and his pheromones grew heavier. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and it startled Tristan, making him flinch.
"Come in." I said.
"I've brought you breakfast, Sir." A maid said, walking in and placing the tray on a pop up stand.
"Thank you. Did you also bring drinks?" I said.
"Yes, Sheila is–" her words cut off as she turned around to no one standing behind her. Then she stomped to the door, and stuck her head out.
"Sheila hurry up will you!? What is there to be afraid of?!" The maid exclaimed.
She then forcefully dragged the girl into the room. She had a pitcher of juice and two glasses in her hands.
Tristan looked up in absolute shock, and horror. I tensed up feeling his emotions at a rapid pace, and getting nauseous from the onslaught.
"Tristan...? What's wrong?" I asked.
At the mention of his name, Sheila dropped the pitcher and the other maid deftly caught it with lightning quick reflexes. Tristan stood up, almost as if he were in a trance, and walked up to the girl.
"No way... how is this possible? They told me you died... how did you get here!?" Tristan asked, touching her face.
Sheila instantly teared up, shocked beyond belief.
"Me?! How are you here? Did father actually let you go? Or did you finally succeed in escaping?!" She asked, pulling him into a tight hug.
Tristan had flinched at the mention of their father. From what I understood, that was the name the director had made all the kids call him. But the girl in front of me was clearly a beta, even if I couldn't be affected by any other Omegas pheromones anymore, I could instinctively tell.
"Aren't you a beta?" I asked, trying to get to the bottom of this ridiculous reunion.
The girl flinched, and looked awkwardly between me and Tristan.
"That will be all. You may go back to the kitchen to prepare. But you? Sit!" I told the women.
The other maid left closing the door behind her, while Sheila knelt on the ground.
"Tristan, come here." I said.
He obeyed immediately and sat back down in my lap, then turned to face the kneeling maid.
"Now, I believe Tristan asked you a question, as did I. I would like an explanation, because at the moment I'm having a hard time trusting you. And anyone who intends to bring harm to Tristan, must be eliminated without prejudice. So I will have your answer, now." I asserted.
"I can tell you what I know first, Bellamy. Sheila was the first and only beta born in that facility. As you can imagine, that didn't go over too well with the staff. Her mother was later killed, and she attempted to escape with me when I was 14... we didn't make it far before we were caught. I never saw her again after that however, they told me that they killed her..." Tristan said, he was deeply hurt by that news.
It felt like someone had shoved their hand in my chest and they were currently squeezing my heart.
I seized his chin and kissed him deeply, as I softly released my pheromones as well. He visibly relaxed in my arms.
"Calm down Tristan. It's okay now alright. She clearly didn't die. The real question is, why didn't she." I said, making Tristan tense up again.
He then looked in her direction puzzled, I too looked at her awaiting her reply.
"In many ways I did die... they told me their plans for you, threatened to kill Auntie Seraphine to speed up the process, and gave me a choice. I could work as a gardener and help prepare the flowers soon to be sold or bred. Or I could be sold to Mr. Wyhett as a housekeeper. I'm sorry Tristan, I had to get out of there, by any means necessary. I couldn't bare to watch them kill Auntie Seraphine and then be your preparer... I would have rather died myself." She explained.
The name stuck out to me, and made me extremely uncomfortable. I held on to Tristan tighter.
"Tristan, is there a way you could call Sylvester and Ferdinand? I'm hesitant to let you go at the moment." I said.
"I can try... but if it's like yesterday, they'll probably be in a half crazed state when they get here..." He hesitantly replied.
"Do it, and don't eat any of that food."
"But she would neve–"
"Tristan do it, please. And trust your Alphas on this one." I said cutting him off with a kiss.
He took a shaky breath, and put his left hand on his right shoulder and his right hand on his nape. Then, he closed his eyes and suddenly flinched. I understood why, one of the idiots had just hurt himself in the process of answering Tristan's call.
They simultaneously burst into the door at the same time eyes flickering, barely clinging to reason. It was both amusing and concerning.
"What's wrong?" Ferdinand asked.
"Who is this?" Sylvester asked.
"Come in, close the door, and have a seat." I said.
Neither of them moved a muscle. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and looked at Tristan.
"Please hurry and do as he says, and do calm down I'm not injured in any way." Tristan said.
At that, they moved with zero hesitation. I couldn't believe my eyes, it was like only Tristan's words registered to them.
Ferdinand came and sat on my left while Sylvester sat at our feet on the floor. Tristan then turned sideways in my lap, putting his legs in Ferdinand's lap and resting his right hand on top of Sylvester's head.
'I was right, his sense of fairness is almost unbearable.'
I heaved a heavy sigh, making the maid flinch. Then, I addressed the two people who would understand my worries more than Tristan.
"It has been brought to our attention that this woman, Sheila, used to live in Delgaide with Tristan."
At that, Ferdinand and Sylvester tensed up, but I continued my declaration. The most shocking part was yet to come.
"She didn't escape per say... but was instead bought by Mr. Wyhett."
At that, both Ferdinand and Sylvester stood up immediately. Making a veritable wall in front of Tristan. It was the same reaction I nearly had.
"I don't understand... who is Mr. Wyhett?" Tristan asked.
Sylvester and Ferdinand turned to face Tristan, with sadness and anger in their eyes. The reason being, the man had made Tristan's life a living hell and never once told him his damn name. It was almost like he wanted to monopolize Tristan, while staying completely anonymous.
"Wyhett is Cole's father, Tristan." Sylvester said, his eyes once again flickering.
Tristan's eyes went wide at the implication, "But how are you here? When did you get here? Does he know you are here!?" He asked, firing off question after question, his panic rising.
I sat him in a straddling position and rubbed his back, while releasing pheromones. He was 10 seconds away from having another panic attack. Exactly how he was when he learned who Cole's father was.
"Tristan, calm down. It's alright. That's why I asked for Ferdinand and Sylvester to come. Just breathe okay.... breathe."
He relaxed, but only a little. I knew I had to give him to one of the meat heads about to fly off the handle, I opted for Sylvester it was the most reasonable choice. I stood up with Tristan in my arms, and walked in front of the two idiots.
"Sylvester hold Tristan. Ferdinand sit down."
This time they obeyed no questions asked.
Once they had calmed down some, I picked the woman up and placed her in a chair. I then ripped the t-shirt I was wearing and secured her arms and legs to the chair.
She protested the whole time, but I didn't listen to a word she said. Everything about this woman felt wrong. As if she had intentionally been sent here to mind fuck us all.
"Ferdinand who is in charge of hiring your kitchen staff?" I asked, once I was done securing her.
"Mmm... Should still be Kristi... why?"
"We'll need to speak with her later. You, how long have you worked in this house?" I asked her.
"T-Two months..." she replied.
"Why aren't you with Mr. Wyhett now?" I asked.
"His son helped me escape after he came home to his father forcing himself upon me in his study. He told me the owner of this estate was a good friend of his, and introduced me to Madam Kristi."
Her story sounded believable but it was all circumstantial without Cole to corroborate it.
"When was the last time you made contact with Wyhett?" Ferdinand asked.
"Since that day over two months ago." She said.
"I don't believe in coincidences. Ferdinand take her to the kitchen make sure Kristi can corroborate what she knows. If not... I trust you know what to do." I said.
"Tristan I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I swear I didn't know. C-Can I see you again? Please Tristan?" The woman pleaded.
Tristan didn't acknowledge her in the slightest. I could feel he was hurting, he even wanted to agree, but the fear he felt was much greater than nostalgia. And that thought angered me to my core. Ferdinand set the woman free and all but dragged her by the neck out of the room.
"I'd like to go see Del... if I can." Tristan said.
"Sure, Bel can take you." Sylvester said, trying to hand Tristan back to me.
"W-Where will you be?" Tristan asked Sylvester, not relinquishing the death grip he had on Sylvester's shirt.
"I'm just going to check our food storages and make sure everything is okay. And brief the twins. Don't eat anything that isn't prepared by us okay?" Sylvester said, kissing Tristan's face all over.
Tristan finally let go, but his fears were still there. He didn't want anyone else to leave him. It was a heartbreaking experience. I was also acutely aware of why he was acting the way he was. He was feeling the loss of Cole on a subconscious level and was scared to lose anyone else.
"It's fine Tristan, I need to give Delcain a suppressant anyways. So let's go together okay?" I asked, as Sylvester passed him to me and Tristan wrapped his legs around my waist.
"O-Okay... You're going to come back, right Sylvester?" He asked.
"Absolutely. I promise." Sylvester replied.
Tristan nodded his head, then rested his head on my shoulder. I couldn't help but notice the deep breath he took in my neck. It was arousing as hell but the position he was currently in was damning as hell.
I tried every trick in the book, to keep myself from getting aroused. I walked to my desk and opened the third draw and took out three syringes.
I put them in my pocket and used my foot to close the draw. Then I headed out of my room and down the hall to Delcain.
"Don't leave me Bellamy... I feel so useless now. Cole keeps trying to cover up the fact that he's freaking out. And I feel something bad is about to happen... I don't want to lose even more of you. Just losing one is crushing me, if I don't keep myself busy and my mind occupied it's like a heavy weight sitting on my chest." Tristan said, squeezing me tightly.
"I'm not going anywhere, I promise. I even had Ferdinand build me a lab in the basement so I can work on a medication for you and your siblings. You need stronger inhibitors, and better suppressants. The ones I'm giving Delcain right now are prototypes." I said rubbing his back.
He instantly relaxed, it felt like he had fallen asleep with all his dead weight in my arms. We reached Delcain's room and I knocked on the door. Delcain told us to enter, and I did.
Walking in I couldn't smell anything but Tristan, but Delcain's flushed face and small groans were indeed signs that he was currently in heat. I closed the door just in case and laid Tristan down in the bed with Delcain. Tristan immediately touched his forehead to Delcain's and he calmed down considerably. I then exposed Delcain's thighs and injected a shot into each thigh before covering him back up.
I had essentially made a suppressant and a booster to the suppressant. There were two booster shots however, but the second one could only be administered after an hour of the first booster. I had planned to go check on the lab downstairs, but Tristan would no doubt freak out if I tried to leave right now.
"Haaah... Seriously Tristan... Bellamy makes me want to break my own rule. He's definitely my favorite... those weird suppressants work much faster and last way longer. The headaches aren't that bad either." Delcain said, chuckling while closing his eyes.
"Hmph! You say that now, but Bellamy is a sadistic jerk in bed. You'd kill him for sure. He's like Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde..." Tristan said with a shudder.
"Oho? Should we just show him? You seem really eager to be punished talking about me like that while I'm still in the room." I said, getting into bed with them, and laying down with my hands behind my head.
"Ack! Don't you ever!" Tristan said, sitting up with a glare.
"Yeah... you may be my favorite, but if you screw each other in my bed, I'll kill you both. Slowly, if you do it while I'm still currently in the damn bed!" Delcain said.
"Hahaha! A favorite with limitations huh? You guys are so unreasonable..." I teased.
"Shut it you perv!" Tristan exclaimed.
"Hmph... but I'm your perv though, and it's all your fault." I said, rolling over and breathing him in. He shuddered again. It was so amusing.
"Haah... Anyway, Del... I ran into Sheila." Tristan said. Causing Delcain to stiffen and sit up immediately.
"Here?!" He exclaimed.
His eyes seemed to say something that his mouth did not. He was terrified.
"Yes here. Where else?" Tristan said, confused.
"No... how? No that doesn't matter. She needs to go. I don't care what her story is. She cannot be here, tell me you had her escorted off the property!?" Delcain said in a panic.
"Uhm not to my knowledge... Ferdinand went to go investigate her story. Why are you freaking out Del?" Tristan asked, warily.
"TRISTAN!? I know you like to block things out but please think for a minute! When we finally made it down the hill and hid in an alley what was the first thing you had us all do?!" Delcain said, gripping Tristan's shoulders.
Intrigued, I listened in. However, so much panic consumed Tristan's face and body that I couldn't breathe.
"She didn't run away. She was sold! That tracking information is given to the owners so there is never a chance of escaping. There's no way he doesn't know where she is right now! Even if she herself is unaware of that fact! Fuck! She basically lead him right to us!" Delcain exclaimed, gripping his chest.
My vision was blurring and my breathing became ragged, Tristan was having a panic attack.
"Tristan! Call Sylvester... You have to... Right... now!" I yelled, grabbing him into a hug and rubbing his chest.
With a shaky hand he placed it on his shoulder, he didn't need to however, they were both at the door before he could even close his eyes and focus.
"Ferdinand what happened with Sheila?" Delcain asked, jumping from the bed.
"I took her to the kitchen, however when I looked for Kristi she slipped away out of the estate... why what's wrong?" Ferdinand asked, confused. He too, could feel Tristan's anxiety and heartache.
"FUCK!... we can't even risk looking for her because it's probably a distraction attempt! FUCK! UUUGH! DAMN HER!" Delcain said, launching a lamp at the adjacent wall.
"Can someone... tell me what's going... on? Tristan... for the love of Gods... BREATHE!" Sylvester said, clutching his chest as his knees hit the floor.
I too, was becoming paralyzed by his fear and panic, it was an all-consuming terror.
Ferdinand seemed to feel it, but not at the level of the rest of us. He crossed the room and scooped Tristan up and released a heavy amount of his pheromones.
"UNGH! Haah... huff... huff... huff... Hngh..."
Tristan snapped out of his panicked trance and breathed uncontrollable breaths.
"That's it, C'mon breathe sweetheart... just breathe... slowly... deep breaths... Delcain explain what's happening. Why is this such a big deal?" Ferdinand asked, hugging Tristan and rubbing his back.
"That fucking institution, injects us all with a tracking device. Tristan's mother told him about it and we cut ours out once we safely got away. That bitch was sold, she didn't run. What's worse, is I know for a fact she was given to that man! I may not know his name, but he couldn't stop bragging about the seductive beta he had procured from the institution. In the history of Delgaide, there was only one beta ever recorded being birthed there. She was the opposite one in a million. The yin to Tristan's yang. That tracking information is given to our owners, as an insurance policy that we could never run away. There is no where she can go, that he won't find her! She practically led him straight to us!" Delcain said, visibly seething.
Meanwhile the Alphas in the room were racked with unrestrained anger. She had lied. Not only that, but she had put Tristan in the most danger and he cared for her. It was unforgivable, it was the most grievous crime one could commit against Tristan. A boy who genuinely trusted and cared to a fault. She knew he had finally escaped that hell, and she was willing to send him back to save herself.
*BZZZ...BZZZ...BZZZ...BZZZ...BZZZ*
"Yes?"
—Yo Brother it's me. Tell these uptight assholes to let me in.
"My bad Meyhymn. Shits getting crazy around here. I'm on my way."
—You're tellin me. There's a fuck ton of unmarked vehicles within a mile radius of Ferdinand's crib. The fuck have you boys gotten yourselves into?
"There's what? Are you sure they are unmarked?"
—Bro I'm wounded. Who the fuck do you think you're talkin to? The plates don't have full digits. And even though they are a variety of makes and models, every single one of them is blacked out. I know my feds when I see 'em.
"Fuck! Ferdinand, warn the guys. It's happening... tell them to let Meyhymn in too... Meyhymn I'll meet you at the door." I said hanging up.
Ferdinand handed Tristan to me, and got to work shutting the estate down. Nobody in and nobody out. I sat Tristan down and gave Delcain his final booster. The side effect to the last booster was that it made him sleepy, so he laid down to calm down. I moved to leave Tristan with Delcain, but he grabbed my arm, his eyes pleading.
I scooped him up and took him with me to the front door. Meyhymn was there shaking hands with Ferdinand. I walked up to him and he froze, looking at Tristan in my arms.
"Jeez! Who the hell is this guy? Is he the reason for the feds? I mean I get it... but I also don't get it." Meyhymn said, looking apprehensive.
It was good that he didn't look at him with hungry or possessive eyes. I'd hate to have to kill one of my oldest friends.
"Meyhymn, this is Tristan. He is my mate.... And also Ferdinand's, Sylvester's, and Cole's." I replied.
"Say what now? The four of you? Shut up your lyin–"
His words died in his throat once he saw all our mating marks on his body. He leaned against the door and sighed.
"Haah... this story isn't a simple one is it? Hmm... Lucky for you guys I'm a sucker for treasonous espionage. Now show me where I'm setting up shop."