Chapter 32: #THIRTY-TWO

Nicholas’s POV

Just when I thought I knew what it felt like to ache all over, I actually knew nothing until now. My body ached so bad like I had been slammed into by a freaking truck when I tried to sit up.

How long was I unconscious for?

I was still naked and sprawled on the bed when I opened my eyes, making a wave of embarrassment wash over me. I barely had time to think about that as my head started to throb harshly and I let out a soft groan of pain.

I finally managed to sit the hell up as I rubbed my neck gently and memories of what happened came flooding through my head. How Roman had marked me out of nowhere, kissing a random omega and me claiming him as mine. Adrian as well... Losing my mind and just doing things I would never do when I was sane...

Fuck, how did I lose my mind over two marks? Two alphas who were brothers? Who almost fought because of me?

And then I remembered what I had heard right before I passed out... what Roman had asked and how Adrian had answered.

"What do we do with him now?"

"We’ll abandon him. It’s no big deal."

What did he mean by ’abandon me’? Why would they abandon me after marking me and claiming me? Did I perhaps hear them wrongly or something?

They wouldn’t actually abandon me... right?"

I let out a sigh as I collapsed back into bed, not wanting to get up anymore. It was quite bright outside, so I didn’t know if it was still evening or now a new day. Either way, I would just rot in bed for the rest of the day because I couldn’t even face anyone right now.

Not after how loud my voice was.

I had acted like a slutty, cock-drunk omega with Roman and Adrian that I didn’t even know how I would face them later. Worse, my lower body ached so bad that all I could do was hug my pillow as I sank deeper into the bed.

"F-faster... please fuck me harder, daddy."

Oh, damn it, I really said all that? I really let such dirty words leave my lips because I lost control out of jealousy?

Great job, Nicholas. Great freaking job.

I could feel my face heat up even more when I remembered how they had praised me for being a good boy and how they totally let me call them mine. Even though it was because of the mark and it was probably temporary, it still felt good to experience that.

After rotting in bed for a few minutes, I finally dragged myself out as I forced myself to freshen up before doing anything else. The phone Adrian had gotten me still sat on my nightstand so I reached for it, taking my time to unbox it before turning it on.

Adrian probably already had everything sorted out before handing it over because he already had a new SIM card and a few important numbers that I used to have before the stalker got control of my phone.

I messed around with it for a moment, finally grateful that I was free and I now had a new phone.

Just as I placed it back on the nightstand, a soft buzz from it made me pause as I reached for it once again. Who was it? I hadn’t even given anyone my contact yet.

I didn’t give it a second thought as I glanced at the screen and my blood immediately ran cold. I shot up in an instant, rubbing my eyes to be sure that I wasn’t hallucinating and truly, the message was right in front of my face.

From the same asshole who was stalking me.

"My little naive Nicholas. Do you enjoy being treated like a sex toy? Does it make you feel important or make you feel like you matter when you act like a fucking slut with those men who don’t even deserve you? Did you actually think you could get rid of me so easily?"

My hands trembled as I read that message again and again until panic had risen to the tip of my skull, sending me straight into despair. He never left. He was never going to leave.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I whispered in despair as I ran my hand through my hair but suddenly paused when I realized that he could just be bluffing.

Previously, he would have sent an image attached to his message. Could it be that he only heard from a mole or something?

Another message came in with a soft ding as I glanced at the screen once again.

"I know what you’re thinking, stupid. I didn’t attach an image because your nudes are too precious to me. By the way, your ass is so fucking perfect and beautiful. I can’t wait to fuck you as you deserve. I came so hard just by watching you. Christ, as much as I want to kill you... I want you so fucking bad. Counting days till we meet, my naive Nicholas. Xoxo."

I was trembling so hard that the phone in my hand slipped and crashed to the ground, a whimper of fear leaving my lips as I looked around once again in panic. This was supposed to be a new phone. How did he get his hands on it? How did he access this house to plant cameras?

Unless he was someone in the mansion. Or he had a mole who did it for him.

I quickly reached for the phone and turned it off with shaky hands, my heart pounding in my chest. I thought it was over. I actually thought that was the end. How stupid of me to think it was actually that easy.

I crawled under the sheets and hid there even though I knew that he would probably be laughing in glee just by watching me. My private life was not so private anymore and there was nothing I could do about it.

The fear of being watched was back once again, and it made me want to cry so bad, but all I could do was curl under the sheets in fear. Who could I fucking tell now? What else did I have to offer that I haven’t offered already? Who would even help me this time?

I was losing my mind once again and I couldn’t just live like this. This person... whoever he was... he wanted to kill me. I was in literal danger.

Even if I didn’t trust those alphas anymore, I still had my mom, even though I hadn’t seen her in days— not even days, but weeks. She and my stepdad were both so busy that they never came back home anymore, and Mom never even called at all.

A part of me started to worry about her because it wasn’t exactly like her to leave me, a hopeless omega like me, all alone in a house full of alphas without help or suppressants.

What if she was in trouble?

It bothered me so much that I finally flew out of bed as I hurriedly wore new clothes before rushing out of the room like I was being chased. I didn’t bother trying to call her since that phone would probably be the end of me so I left it turned off as I walked down the hallway.

I walked until I got to the door of my stepdad’s room and I let out a shaky breath as I pushed it open. Unlike before, it didn’t open, making my heart sink.

I didn’t give up however as I searched around the front mat, my eyes lighting up when I found a key under it. I slowly and quietly opened the door and stepped in, my eyes searching the room at first before I closed the door behind me.

I made sure to lock it and keep the key with me, just in case.

The room looked clean, yet a bit dusty like no one had been here for days. I didn’t know why I started to search the room but I felt compelled to, so I did.

I checked under the bed, through countless drawers and boxes but there was nothing serious to see. My brows furrowed when my body itched to search more but even after searching through their closet, there was nothing there.

I finally turned to leave when I noticed a portrait on the wall, one of my mom and stepdad during the wedding. Curiously, I moved the portrait a bit and finally came upon a small safe stuck on the wall.

Just by staring at it, I could feel adrenaline flow through my veins and my heart started to pound once again.

I tried to open it but then noticed that it was safely locked and I couldn’t open it without the lock or the code. I knew a few things about safes so I decided to get to work. I had to find out what was in there.

Just as I rolled up my sleeves, a soft click made me freeze in place as I turned to the door in panic. Someone was coming in!