Chapter 348: Heat Daze… Been Waiting On That Sunshine

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When Sergei had woken up today, his greatest worry was how to reconcile with his son. He had been told by Rastenkin to fix it, which meant that even Rastenkin saw there was a way out.

And Sergei had been ready to step back.

Then his son came, and he had to rescind the plan to vacate because now he was allowed to be with Katya. His son had even made sure he was in the right space, whatever the fuck Yaroslav had meant by that.

But never in his fifty-two years had Sergei ever imagined that his day would end up with him waiting to strangle everyone who breathed close to Katya while his omega danced to Streets by Doja Cat under the red neon lights.

He was trying to be composed, but then again, his composure was getting fucked with.

It didn’t help that there were more slow songs as the night went on.

Katya danced so beautifully, bent over occasionally, his ass facing Sergei while the alpha drank wine right from the bottle.

Even Greg’s filled glass had long been downed by Sergei. Yet the alpha didn’t even feel a thing. It was the downside of being a higher-rank alpha like he was.

Because now all he had to do was watch as his omega had the time of his life, while he was continuously losing his mind.

Sergei didn’t even have a choice, really.

If he went to the dance floor, he was risking Katya’s quiet life and snapping Katya back into the limelight, where the rumors would forever stay on because being Sergei’s omega wasn’t an easy job.

But at the same time, he was so hard in his pants he was about to explode. And Katya dancing like that sensually was not good for him. He couldn’t go there too because he wasn’t about to ruin Katya’s night.

"Get us more drinks!!" the alpha shouted over the music, making Katya and a few others turn to him.

"I’ll buy everyone drinks tonight!!" Sergei cheered an hour later when he still couldn’t get drunk, and everyone cheered with him, while the music switched to cheers before shifting again to fucking slow music.

Sergei was dying, fuck.

So, he got up, not to go to the dance floor, but to the bar.

He was going to be a rational man and watch his omega while drinking right from the source of whatever the fuck bars had. He couldn’t stand seeing Katya so beautiful and not being able to touch him.

On his way there, Sergei intentionally bumped into a few alphas. He knew they wouldn’t say shit to him because, well, he was Sergei Moskowsky. But he needed a release.

He couldn’t go and kiss the shit out of Katya and fuck him senseless, so he would resort to letting out steam some other way. Greg, who could have been of use, was back in his drunken state already.

Didn’t help that Svet and Andre were back on the dance floor with Katya.

This was the worst day of Sergei’s life.

Hell, nothing had ever been this terrible for him.

"Watch it," Sergei grumbled, and the alphas stepped aside.

But Sergei needed someone to fight with.

So...

"Does your wife know you touch yourself in public to omegas who won’t even pay you any attention?" Sergei asked, pushing one of the alphas in the chest.

He was pissed.

The alpha didn’t say a word.

"Ah, right. I forgot you’re such a pussy who doesn’t know how to fight for himself. Do you touch your wife with the same hands that you’re using right now? Or does she find her pleasure elsewhere?" Sergei added.

Still, no one moved toward him.

They let him be.

"What a bunch of losers. Can’t even defend their honor and their wives. What a waste of space," he added as he grabbed a beer from the counter.

"For an alpha, you’re so weak, standing there taking shit for another alpha, and for what? In here we’re not alphas with money; we’re just... alphas," Sergei smiled before adding, "and even without... without the financial stacks, you’re still weak."

"Moskowsky..." another alpha suddenly growled.

"Found your voice, eh? Wanna suck my dick for that?" Sergei taunted.

"Hold on, why is a pack of alphas here at the counter like some losers? Don’t you know how to score omegas, or do you only get them when you force them to want you through submission?" Sergei asked, and one alpha threw a punch at him.

Sergei didn’t duck.

He could have.

"You swing like an underfed pup. Even my pinky toe throws better punches than that," he taunted.

Soon there was a fight between the alphas and Sergei. Sergei didn’t touch them to break them, no. He let them even hit him, while his eyes were on Katya.

And Katya...

He smiled knowingly.

He knew what his alpha was doing.

Trying to distract himself from the chaos that was Katya Romanov. The omega smirked at his alpha before undoing the harness on his chest, making sure to pull it up just enough so it would brush against his nipples and linger there a little longer.

Sergei couldn’t breathe.

"Alpha... fighting for me?" Katya mouthed as he stared at Sergei, who was busy taking hits. The alpha wasn’t trying anymore.

He was so focused on Katya. And Katya was giving him a show.

"I might kiss it better," Katya mouthed as he hung the harness on his neck, tracing his lips with his thumb, before he lifted his scent patch again, just enough so Sergei would be able to notice.

And Sergei...

The man, ever so greedy for Katya’s citrus, fought his way into the men’s bathroom.

He couldn’t hold it anymore.

Couldn’t let himself stay there because otherwise he would bend Katya over the table and remind the little rat and everyone else who the omega belonged to.

"Get the fuck out. All of you!" Sergei growled, and the men in the washroom didn’t wait to be told twice. No one came in after them, once the bathroom was empty. And Sergei poured water on his face, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He looked like shit.

But more than anything, he looked hungry. Starved.

"Breathe, Sergei," the alpha forced himself.

He didn’t trust himself to go back out there and fuck if his scratches were not already feeling like shit. He should have been civil like he had wanted to. Should have been good like he had wanted to.

But Katya Romanov left him no room to think.

And the harness on the neck? What the fuck was Katya even doing?

Trying to kill him?

"Fuck!!" Sergei punched the mirror, watching the damn thing break to pieces.

Then the door opened and closed.

"What part of this fucking washroom is not for use did you not get the first time?!" Sergei growled harshly.

He then turned toward the door, only to see the object of his own madness standing there, leaning against the door like he had not been dooming Sergei from the very beginning.

"Oh, yeah? Well, my apologies, sir... I shall relieve myself elsewhere," Katya smirked, turning to the door.

His hand was already on the door handle, only for him to be slammed possessively against the door.

"Not so fast, little wolf," Sergei growled in rage and desire.

"But sir... didn’t you... didn’t you want to be alone?" Katya asked, pushing back against Sergei just a little so he would be able to look at Sergei in the face.

"Say it again," Sergei growled.

Katya pouted at him.

"Sir?"

Sergei growled lowly.

"Again," he demanded, pressing Katya against the door.

"S... sir," Katya whined, a knowing smile on his face as his scent patch fell to the floor.

And Sergei pounced.