Chapter 192: Blue omega rage

Elias’s POV

"Elias!"

Three repeated bangs on the door wake me from sleep. I reach for my gun a beat too slow and stop when I remember I got rid of the weapon after Noah moved in. His self-harm tendency had me on edge.

The bangs on my door continue and Lucas finally breaks into the room.

"Yo, Elias. S.O.S" he says and I growl at him. I’m groggy and barely awake. Why am I being woken up? This is the first time I’ve slept properly in years, why the hell am I being bothered?

"It had better be something good, Lucas" I snarl at as I swing my legs on the other side. I turn my head to check in on Noah, but he’s not here. I look down at what I’m hugging, growl, and throw the pillow across the room. Since when did I hug pillows to sleep?

"Where is Noah?" I ask as my head snaps in the direction of the bathroom door. The door is closed, but I’m sure he’s also not there.

"Okay, so Noah is currently being the maddest I’ve ever seen. Are you coming or not?" Lucas asks sassily and I force my body to get out of the bed. How dare Noah leave my side? That omega keeps getting on my nerves like he doesn’t know that I need him by my side always. He broke me early hours this morning with the baby news, he made me do something I don’t want to even acknowledge, and then made me fall asleep. Why would he leave the bed?

"Fucking hell" I hiss.

"Bro, your omega has got some fire in him, by the way. He’s raging at Damien and when I offered him our secret stash of bubble cigarettes he damn near tore my head off" Lucas says with exaggerated hand gestures as he walk down the hall. The overactive bodyguard leads us to the house’s security room, and my expression morphs into a scowl.

I can feel his omega...he’s...angry.

"How can someone just waltz in and do something like that?" I hear my mate speaking in a way I’ve never heard before. It’s different from when he addressed Aria last night. In that moment last night, he sounded like a regal being, but right now, he sounds furious in a way that is completely new to me.

"Zane is not a rock that can be smuggled out easily" he continues to tell.

Of course...it’s about that unruly omega. My mate is losing his temper and it’s because of the omega that makes me angry the most. I take a sharp breath and shove my hands into my pocket as we round the corner where his voice is coming from.

"Noah" I call his name briskly and he snarls in my direction. His eyes are bright blue with his omega’s power. He looks like a Luna fighting for the protection of a loved pack member.

"Enough" I instruct and he turns that hot blue rage to me. "You knew Zane was kidnapped all along? You knew and you didn’t tell me?" he yells at me and the obvious love he has for that omega sparks my own rage.

"Calm down, Noah" I order and he refuses. The omega takes a step towards me, holding a hand out, and shoving me backwards. I grab his wrists in surprise and look at his face.

"Noah" I warn quietly. Has he forgotten about his freshly bandaged arm?

"Calm. Down" I say through clenched teeth and he pulls away from me.

"Is this a ploy to keep me under control? I already told you I love you, what more do you want?" he asks and pushes me again. I grab his unwounded hand with force and keep him immobile.

"I asked you to fucking calm down."

"And I’m asking why you’d hide something like that from me?"

"That omega is the least of my worry, Noah. Why would I care about him when I have you to fucking lose my mind for" I ask with immeasurable iciness dripping from my tone.

"You don’t understand! Zane is important to me" he shouts.

"What I understand right now is that you’re pregnant. You were bleeding less than twelve hours ago. You were taken to the hospital, returned, and were stabbed" I say as I take a threatening step forward. "You’re not using your brain, Angel" I hiss and he seems to calm a little.

"Let go of me" he says and I refuse. If he can refuse to listen to me, I will refuse to listen to him as well. He’s hellbent on exerting himself and I will not allow it. Not when he belongs to me.

"My men are working on this case" I say to appease him and he flashes his eyes at me. Brilliant blue, bold, and fucking stunning. This is a completely wrong time to notice and adore the omega’s beauty.

"I want in on the plan" Noah says stubbornly.

"No" I respond to shut him up.

"I want to be a part of the process, I don’t want to sit on the sidelines when my best friend is in danger" Noah explains with desperation in his voice. I hate when he’s passionate about other people like this. First it was Roman, now Zane...why not me?

"You will not be joining in the--"

"If he wants in, he’s in. Everyone to the meeting room now" my mother’s voice cuts through the tension in the hallway and that’s when I realize Damien has been here all along. He’s leaning against the wall, quietly observing, quietly seething. Lucas is also watching us like a child watching his parents disagree.

"Noah isn’t ready for mafia life, mother" I say and my mother talks over me, addressing Lucas instead of looking at me. "Get Silas and Kai, the earlier we plan this, the sooner everyone can have a peaceful day" he says and holds out his hand.

"Noah, come" he commands and Noah goes to my mother, brushing his shoulder against mine spitefully.

Why didn’t I realize this sooner? Of course the sun brightens the world in the same way it can burn.

I watch him walk away with my mother and clench my fist. I hate fighting with him. I turn to Lucas.

"Search online and buy me any book on grovelling" I say and walk away before I would see his petty teasing. I’m not in the mood. My pregnant omega is mad at me again.