Chapter 29: #TWENTY-NINE

Nicholas’s POV

The last thing I remembered was walking into the house, getting caught in someone’s trap and having sharp fangs on my neck once again.

Adrian had marked me on the right side of my neck and whoever this person was just did on the left side. I didn’t even get to see who it was, all I could get was a little familiar scent of him when I collapsed into his arms.

I gasped awake, the marks on my neck thrumming in my skin as I sat up to see that I was now in my room. Whoever it was that marked me had brought me up here and even tucked me into bed like they did not just do something against my consent.

I was more mortified to know that my wolf accepted this marking without an iota of complaint or resistance. Obviously, it had to be one of the brothers. Was it Elijah? Cassian? Roman?

I had to find out and get them to get this mark off me. I couldn’t be walking around with marks that screamed possession when they didn’t even act like that.

Even when I checked my reflection in the mirror once again, there was nothing there that confused me. Why could everyone else see what was on me but I couldn’t see it myself?

I shakily walked out of the room and slowly walked down the stairs, looking around for who must have dared to mark me without my consent. As I got closer to the end of the stairs, the scent— that familiar scent that I caught a whiff of before I passed out earlier— hit me hard like a brick that I had to audibly suck in a sharp breath.

The moment I got to the sitting room, my eyes fell on Roman sitting on the couch and my heart squeezed in my chest. It was him... he marked me like a stealthy thief and was now acting like he didn’t know what he did.

If he had randomly just marked me like Adrian did, it wasn’t that much of a big deal anymore. After all, they already claimed me that night all at once.

But...

Roman wasn’t alone. Sitting on his thighs was a different omega I had never seen before, and they weren’t just sitting... They were kissing like they had no worry for the world.

Roman had his arms wrapped around him, one hand under his thin shirt while the other wrapped possessively around his neck. The omega, on the other hand, had his arms wrapped around Roman as he kissed him deeply, even grinding against him shamelessly.

Roman’s eyes opened and they met mine, making something in me crawl uncomfortably. Maybe my wolf, maybe my heart, something was uncomfortable and it had to stop.

And then, the mark on the left side of my neck— the spot that Roman had marked— started to burn. Not a soft kind of burn but the kind that made me want to scratch that mark out of my skin. And it only intensified when Roman pulled the omega closer, even while staring at me.

"Roman..." I hissed in rage as my hands clenched into fists and I took steps forward even though I didn’t want to. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Having fun, obviously." He replied with a smirk and the moment the omega turned to me, he flinched in fear. "What is it to you?"

"What is it to me?" I demanded in amusement as I stormed over to his side and yanked them apart, even pushing the omega to the ground. I was too angry and in pain to notice him rush out of the house like he was being chased by a monster.

"I’ll say it again. What is it to you? Why did you ruin my fucking fun?" He snapped and my hands clenched into fists. "Why? You can’t bear to watch me look away from your slutty, ugly face for a second?"

I didn’t even realize what I did until I did it.

I slapped him so fucking hard that he froze in shock.

"Call me whatever the fuck you like, you bastard. But I am not a slut and I am not ugly. Fucking idiot!" I yelled, raising my hand again but he held it back, stopping me from hitting him again.

The moment his hand made contact with mine, however, my skin burned with a ferocity that had my fury rising even more than before.

I wasn’t okay. This wasn’t me. But I couldn’t help it. I was so fucking close to losing my mind!

"What is wrong with you? What is your fucking problem? What?" He snapped at me but it was only like he was adding more gasoline to the fire on my skin as I pushed him off me.

"You’re my fucking problem!" I yelled as I dropped to my knees, the image of him kissing that omega buried deep in my memory. My body was itching like crazy with jealousy and a need to claim him as mine and mine alone.

How could he...?

"How could you mark me without my consent and then go kiss someone else? What the fuck do you take me for? Am I really that cheap that you all take me for fucking granted?" I ran in desperation as my hands clenched into fists. "How could you..?"

"You know, you’re so selfish," Roman suddenly said, and I froze. "You can kiss all four of us, fuck with every one of us, play us as you like, but suddenly we can’t do the same? Have you forgotten what you are?" his voice grew even louder as I trembled on my knees.

"I know what I am! That’s why you all take advantage of me. I didn’t ask you all to claim me. It’s your fault. It’s all your fault. How is it my fault now? How am I selfish now?" I cried out as I spoke, and Roman suddenly scoffed in amusement.

"And me? The abandoned one? You hang out with Elijah all the fucking time, you go to Cassian first when you’re in trouble, you let Adrian mark you... What am I supposed to do? Fucking smile?"

I could hear the desperation in his voice and for a moment, my body seemed to relax.

"I hang out with Elijah because we go to the same school and he’s always around me. I asked Cassian for help because he was the first one I saw when I needed help. And Adrian... he did exactly what you did. Forcefully marking me without my consent! You... You are never here except when you need release or something. And that’s my fault?"

The burning sensation returned once again and I hissed in pain, grabbing my hair in frustration.

"Mine." I muttered before I could stop myself. "You’re all mine. You chose me so you’re mine! You marked me so you belong to me. You belong to me and me alone. Mine. All fucking mine." I murmured, my vision blurring as desire and possessive anger filled me to the brim.

It was safe to say that I was losing my mind rapidly and that I didn’t know what else I was saying.

Sweat filled my body so that the shirt I wore stuck to my skin, and droplets of sweat fell to the ground. I clutched my neck in despair and pain as I let out a suffocating whimper.

"I’m sorry, okay?" Roman suddenly said as he knelt down beside me and took my hand. "Baby, look at me. I’m yours, I got it. Just... come on, let’s go—"

"You belong to me. You all belong to me. I can be selfish too. I can be possessive too and it doesn’t matter if I’m an omega or not. You all belong to me." I whispered, my body trembling as I turned to him and he nodded like he understood.

"I’m all yours. I promise." He whispered and I threw myself in his arms, burying my face in his neck as I inhaled his scent like a greedy wolf. He held onto me tightly and I could hear myself begging for help as I clung to him.

"Help... get this heat away from me. Roman, help me— fuck, do something." I pleaded and he grabbed the back of my head, kissing me deeply and passionately.

I remembered how he had kissed that omega a few minutes ago and I couldn’t help but bite his bottom lip, making him hiss in pleasure as his grip on my hair tightened.

I climbed on top of him, straddling him on the ground as I grinded against him shamelessly even as we kissed sloppily, his hands moving around me like he couldn’t get enough of me.

More. I wanted more— no, I needed more.

The door suddenly opened, and before I could turn in panic to see who it was, both marks on my skin started to burn at the same time, and I cried out in pain.