Tristan's Point Of View
My mind and body were a wreck. I was trying desperately not to crack under the pressure, but as soon as the conversations died down, my mind flashed back to the nightmarish memory that had woken me up in the first place.
I had thought that since I was mated now I wouldn't have to deal with the trauma of the facility anymore. I thought I could just block it out with events I shared with my Alphas. I was severely mistaken. My body was trembling but not for the reasons my Alphas assumed it was.
I was terrified, and I couldn't shake it. I ate the food Sylvester had brought me, but I couldn't taste a thing. Once I finished, I laid down and curled up next to Cole. I was trying my best to not let my tears spill over.
"Tristan, are you okay?" Sylvester asked.
"No..." I mumbled.
I couldn't lie to them. They could already sense how I was feeling, so lying did me no good.
"What should we do? Do you want us to hold you? You're 10 seconds away from burrowing into my skin." Cole chuckled.
"I really don't know... I'm tired, but I'm too scared to sleep... I thought I could get over this shit... but these memories just won't leave me alone." I replied, the tears finally falling from my eyes.
Cole wrapped his arms around me and let out a small amount of his pheromones. It settled my body, but not my mind.
"Should we give you a massage, then?" Sylvester asked.
"No... too many hands can also be a bad thing. My mind is having a momentary episode. There's nothing I can do about it at the moment..." I replied.
"How about a movie?" Sylvester asked.
I almost declined again, but a movie would indeed distract me from my nightmarish thoughts. I turned to look up at Sylvester, and he was wearing the biggest smile I had ever seen him wear.
"Why are you so happy all of a sudden?" I asked.
"Because it will just be the three of us. I'm gonna pick the movie okay?" He said excitedly.
"Okay..." I mumbled.
Sylvester scooped me up out of Cole's arms and carried me off to the theater. Cole was close behind him. As we hit the stairs for the 3rd floor, Sylvester came to an abrupt hault.
I looked up at him, then followed his line of sight to what he was staring at. It was Meyhymn.
"Hey Meyhymn... Long time no se–"
My words were cut short as a smaller male stepped out from behind him. He was ridiculously beautiful, with a two tone color hair and bright vibrant eyes.
"Oh, it's 11-352... Good Evening." He said with a confidence I certainly didn't feel. Just hearing him say that number made my stomach churn.
"That's not my name..." I murmured.
"Oh is that right...? I'm 15-775, but you can call me Ezekihel..." He said holding out his hand.
Instead of answering, I turned into Sylvester's chest and gripped his shirt. I couldn't stop shaking, and seeing this Omega made me remember things I otherwise wanted to forget. My stomach was in knots just being near him.
"Well that's rude... I just said hello...?" He huffed.
"Ezekihel... learn when to shut the fuck up, okay?... I'm sorry Tristan, he's really socially inept right now..." Meyhymn said.
"Can we go now?" I asked, looking up at Sylvester.
I flinched when I saw Sylvester's face. He was unmistakably pissed, and staring down Ezekihel as if his looks could actually kill.
"Meyhymn, do me a favor. Keep his mouth shut in front of Tristan unless he is spoken to, or your pet won't see another sunrise." Sylvester sneered.
"It's fine... he didn't know... let's just go now... I'm going to throw up if we stay here any longer..." I groaned.
It wasn't Ezekihel's fault, had it been any other day I would have welcomed the conversation, but as things were now I couldn't stand to be near him without thinking of memories best forgotten.
"Syl... it was an accident brother. Its not like he knows what's going on. We'll let you pass, so calm down." Meyhymn said.
"I don't know why everyone's so hostile towar– Mmm...! Ngh!"
"Ezekihel. Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Meyhymn growled.
Sylvester began to move past them, no less pissed off than before. It was a shame, because his bright smile was quite the sight mere moments ago.
"Fix your face. You look scary." I said, worried.
"Haaah... okay... You're way too nice... I don't understand why Meyhymn is keeping him around. Is he even useful anymore...?" Sylvester grumbled.
"I'd still like to talk to him later... I just can't look at him without getting sick... he used that damn number... it's nauseating..." I groaned.
"Well if it wasn't for you, he'd be a stain on the staircase by now." Sylvester pouted.
"Enough... you were just smiling so mischievously sexy, now you're pouting. Pick an emotion, jeez..." I said chuckling.
For some reason seeing him ridiculously pissed off for my sake, made me feel so much better. So much so in fact, that I could finally focus on something that struck me as alarming.
"I can't believe such a beautiful Omega was in the mansion... not only that but he seems like a jerk. How can you have such a beautiful face, and be so insensitive and mean?" I asked.
"That's what you think beautiful looks like?!? Yuck... no thank you. You're way more beautiful than that guy, and don't you fuckin forget it!" Sylvester said, kissing my face all over.
"Hahaha okay, okay. I'll try..." I laughed, trying to fight him off.
"Okay. Now you sit here with Cole, and think about what you did. I'm going to go find the remote." Sylvester said, sitting me in Cole's lap.
We had finally arrived at the theater, and I was already feeling much better than before. Cole pulled me into a tight hug and kissed my temple.
"You really are more beautiful, and more adorable than anyone I've ever met. It makes me want to do any and everything for you. No matter the cost..." Cole whispered into my ear.
I knew he wasn't joking, considering he didn't hesitate to end his father's life for my sake. It made me both happy and concerned all at the same time. However, the adorable and affectionate smile on his face was hard to be mad at.
"Haaah.... Cole, you really are the most gentle mate..." I replied, hugging him back.
"Are you playing favorites now Tristan? I'm getting jealous." Sylvester said, plopping down next to us.
"I'm not picking favorites. I like you all for different reasons." I said pointedly.
"Oh? Let's hear these reasons." Sylvester chuckled.
"Nope its a secret!" I replied.
"Hmph! I'll get it out of you one way or another." Sylvester pouted.
He picked a movie, which just so happened to be a super hero series and we settled in for the show. It was amusing seeing him so immersed in the movies, like a big ass kid dreaming big.
Halfway through the third installment, I finally drifted off back to sleep.
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Meyhymn's Point Of View
"Seriously, do you want to die Ezekihel? How can you be that oblivious about someone who gets to choose if you live or die?!" I yelled.
We were in the lab and I was connecting his cuff to the chain. I was shocked beyond reason. He either had no self preservation skills or was just bad at reading the room. Either way it was bad for my heart, I actually thought Sylvester would kill him on the stairs, the look in his eyes was downright terrifying.
"I don't see what the big deal is!? I just greeted him...?" He replied with a pout.
Proving that it was indeed a lack of awareness. I was dumbfounded. I couldn't even begin to understand how he was this clueless.
"His name is Tristan. I'm sure I've told you this already. So why then, did you address him by his number?" I asked.
"As a fellow Omega born in a facility, he would have understood greetings by numbers..." He shrugged.
"No he would not. Until you and those agents showed up, no one ever mentioned anything about numbers for names. In fact, it wasn't even listed in their information I took from the facility. They were called by name." I sighed, sitting in my chair.
"Well I didn't know that!" He yelled.
"That's why you shouldn't speak unless spoken to. Tristan is the only one who gets to choose whether you live or die. So don't piss him off!" I yelled back.
"He won't kill me. I'm the only one who can tell him what Zeta Kai wants from him." He smirked.
I paused momentarily shocked. This was the first I was hearing anything about a reason they wanted him, besides making him a baby factory.
"What are you talking about? What do they want from him?" I asked.
"I will only tell him. He's the main one they want, the other 4 are just consolation prizes. They're special to be sure, but he's even more so." He replied.
"Well if you value your life, take my advice. Do not use that information as a bargaining chip around his Alphas. You'll die with those secrets that you want to protect so much." I said sternly.
That seemed to finally knock the wind out of his sails. He looked up at me fear finally filling his eyes. I couldn't understand how it took this long for that to sink in.
"They'd kill me, even if I had important information that Tristan would need to know?!" He asked, incredulous.
"What don't you understand? They killed everyone in Delgaide's facility that wasn't an Omega. Without so much as a glance or second thought. Anyone that they deem as a threat to that boy's happiness, is killed without any prejudice. That is how they operate. So if they think for even a second that you are a threat to his safety, happiness, or well-being you will die, a gruesome death." I replied, running my hands through my hair.
He finally looked like he understood, and I felt a little bad for scaring him so much, but he needed to know. One thing I knew for sure was that the guys wouldn't hesitate to eliminate Ezekihel, and I was a bit apprehensive because truth be told he was growing on me.
I looked over at him and noticed him pulling his knees to his chest, he looked worried and defeated. However, he also looked like he had more secrets to tell, and that worried me...