Chapter 132: The cooking angel

Elias’s POV

Groaning, I clutch my stomach and flush the toilet.

Never again.

I should have put down that fork after that first bite. Who makes eggs with an obscene number of shells in them? Who makes eggs with that unholy amount of castor oil?

’Noah’ my alpha responds and I groan.

"Are you okay?" Noah’s concerned voice asks from outside the door, and I stumble out of the bathroom. I glare at him as he wrings his hands nervously.

"I asked if you were okay?" he says. "What do you think?" I snap at him with a tone that is colder than intended and he flinches.

"What happened? Who are we going to bury? Am I taking over Dad’s empire?" Damien’s voice asks even before he barges into the room with Kai.

What the hell are they doing in my husband’s bedroom?

"Damien, even if you’re the only living Deus son, Dad would rather give the throne to your Dobermans" Kai says with a short laugh and Damien flips him the bird.

"Fuck you, icicle" my older brother says.

"What are you two doing here?" I interrupt their argument.

"I called them" Noah responds and I tilt my head in confusion. "Damn, I really thought I was getting that blonde omega ass. It’s a bummer" Damien jokes and it takes everything in me not to chuck Noah’s oversized rabbit plushie at him.

"Why did you call them?" I ask Noah through clenched teeth.

"You didn’t come out of the bathroom for so long, I thought you were dead" Noah says plainly and I sigh.

I wasn’t dead, but I was close to it.

"Noah. Never, ever cook for me again" I tell the omega and Kai snickers. "That bad?" my baby brother asks and Noah folds his arms, clearly offended by my instruction.

"It wasn’t that bad; it’s still in the kitchen if you want to give it a taste--" Noah stops talking when the door is kicked open.

"Holy fuck, I ate some eggs in the kitchen and that has to be the worst thing ever! I almost saw the Goddess after one bite. Oh, Hey Noah, what’s with the long face" Lucas asks and I give Noah a flat ’do you get my point’ look.

"Thank you all for coming everyone, Elias Deus is still alive" Noah says with sassiness, eyeballing me as he adds the last part, "for today."

It’s attractive when he acts like he doesn’t need me.

"I need to be alive baby, your heat will be here soon, and you have no toys" I inform him and his jaw drops as his face turns bright pink.

Fuck, he makes it easy for me to forget yesterday’s crash.

"Sex toys...hold on, those are the toys?!" Lucas asks with a loud voice.

"Out!" Noah yells as he pushes them out. I don’t know how he manages to, but he gets rid of all three of them and slams the door shut.

"You’re a A-hole incase you’re unaware" he hisses at me and I shrug. I walk over to his bed and watch him move around angrily.

"I’ll give you some helpful medications" he mutters and opens his drawer. I force myself to look away from the clustered mess inside the drawer.

Noah...this omega pisses me off.

"Oh good, it’s usable. I used to have stomach upsets a lot and Zane is really good with medicine" he says, passing two pills to me.

Trusting him, I take them from him and swallow them without water.

"You should have waited; I have a bottle of water here" he shakes his head before picking up the bottle off his vanity and passing it to me.

I unscrew the cap and gulp it down, staring at Noah’s worried face.

"Let’s go eat a proper breakfast" I offer and he sighs. "Where?" he asks and I shrug.

"It’s your city, you should know where breakfast can be had" I tell him plainly and he draws a sharp breath.

"Well two things are the issues. One, you ordered breakfast yesterday, and two, in case you’ve forgotten, you and your brothers turned the city upside down before kidnapping me" Noah says.

He sounds like he would have stabbed me if he had a knife.

Fine then, the omega gets his way. We eat indoors.

I order breakfast and we eat together. The day rolls by slowly and we sit in his bed listening to music made by people who smoke cigarettes after sex...why does that sound like Damien?

"So...we got answers to your questions, what now?" Noah asks, staring at his old laptop’s screen and fiddling with his fingers.

"We do whatever you want, and we’ll return tomorrow to give feedback to my clan" I tell him and his lips form an O shape.

"Can we visit the temple?" he asks out of the blue and I growl but before I can refuse, Noah straddles me and places his hands on my shoulder.

"Okay, hear me out" he says.

"No."

"I want to--"

"No" I repeat.

"You said I can do whatever I want, and I want to visit the temple" he says in one breath.

I open my mouth, ready to say no again, but the omega moves down till he’s sitting dangerously close to my cock.

Fuck.

"I just want to visit the same place where my agency was taken from me" he says softly and I let out an angry huff.

"Get the fuck off me" I snarl and he looks shocked at my order.

I want him off because I can’t fucking think when he’s sitting on me like this. My other head is filling with blood and that’s not what I need right now. I need my original head to function.

"We’ll go there. And if I see just one sign of discomfort, I will drag you back here" I tell him firmly and he nods, silently getting off me and settling on the bed.

He’s upset.

"Let’s go right now" I say and he shakes his head. "Let’s go when it’s a bit later, the temple will be open, and no one except the guards will be there" he says with annoyance in his tone and I nod.

He’s very upset and he’s plotting something.

Three hours later, we arrive at the temple with Lucas waiting in the car. We have a temple at Gottingen, but none of us believe in the moon Goddess.

The temple here in Winslow is large and reflects the corrupt Goldsmith family’s pride. It’s well decorated and expensive in every way.

I walk behind Noah as he walks down the quiet aisle.

My eyes map out the pews and their careful arrangements. Too much thoughtfulness was put into the building that ruins lives. Too much effort was made to make it look paranormal.

Noah stops in front of the altar.

There are three steps that lead to the top. And at the top, there is a faceless statue of the moon Goddess sitting next to a wide silver basin. It’s creative. Deceptive. And destructive.

There’s a glass opening instead of a ceiling above the altar area. The bright full moonlight shines through it directly, and when Noah turns around to look at me, he looks exactly like his nickname.

A fucking angel dressed in pink hoodie and blue jeans.

"Elias" he whispers my name and I move forward automatically. I’m drawn to him in the same way death is drawn to life.

"Yes?" I ask, voice echoing in the large space.

"Can you mark me right here?" he asks and my throat suddenly goes dry.

Fuck. Noah...this omega never fails to surprise me; I hate it and I love it at the same time.

"It will hurt. I have to fuck you if I will mark you" I shove my hands into my front pocket as I inform him, and my eyes drop to his Adam’s apple as he swallows.

"Then..." he starts with a small voice, "...can you fu-take me here?" he asks, voice cracking as he refuses to use the ’bad word’.

My angel...my angel is taking the outer layer of his statue-like form for me...isn’t he?