Chapter 118: Dunking time

Noah’s POV

I almost fall over.

I’m buck naked, my eyes are bulging, my face is bright pink, and all these are just so I can save my pink knotting dildos.

Elias stays frozen as I hug the shopping bag to my chest.

"W-what did I just see?" the alpha stutters and I turn away from him, scowling at the way he’s looking at me.

There’s a vein sticking out in his forehead, his left eye is twitching, and his eyes are angry red.

"Why do you have t-those things?" he asks and my cheeks burn even hotter.

"They’re mine!" I yell at him, protecting the abominations with the last shred of dignity I have left.

Once this is over, I’ll dig a deep hole and bury myself in it like a freaking flower.

"You don’t get to have anything I didn’t give to you, Noah" Elias says sternly and I hiss at him.

"Well, you haven’t put your thing in me in days, what was I supposed to do?" I blurt the words without thinking and we both stiffen.

Oh goddess...oh goddess...OH GODDESS.

’Death by embarrassment’ will be written on my gravestone and my years of trainings will go to waste.

Elias lets out a shaky breath and runs his fingers through his hair.

"If you wanted me to fuck you, you could have just asked" he says calmly and I explode.

"FUCK YOU."

"You clearly wanted to do it to yourself" he responds with a straight face.

"Gah!" I yell, throwing the bag of dildos at him, and stomping back into the bathroom...still buck naked and pink with shame.

I can’t believe he made me curse. He’s so annoying. Maybe I’ll smother him in his sleep with a pillow.

I stand by the bathtub and kick my spit-stained shoes out of the way.

"You throw too many tantrums for the image you claim" Elias says as he comes into the bathroom.

I refuse to look at his face, instead, I get into the empty bathtub and fold my arms rebelliously.

"You make me want to commit murder" I say spitefully and he lets out a laugh that sounds like a huff.

He doesn’t look amused or pleased. He looks and sounds pissed.

"I’m death. You either kill me or I kill you" he says, turning on the faucet and mirroring my action by folding his arms.

Why is he looking at me like that?

"Where did you get those toys?" he asks as he folds the sleeve of his shirt. Why isn’t he taking his clothes off and climbing in instead?

Fine, whatever. He can stand there with his bloody face and hands for all I care.

"Answer my question, Noah. Where did you get them?" he says quietly and folds the second sleeve.

"You can take one of it and shove it up your ass- hey!" I scream as Elias places his hand on my head and pushes me underwater.

The cold water rushes into my nose and mouth as I struggle.

Elias pulls me out almost immediately and I start to sputter, coughing water out of my throat and glaring at the alpha who is staring blankly at me.

I swing my arm at him, and he grabs it without giving me the chance to inflict damage.

"What is wrong with you?" I holler at him and he keeps staring at me with that straight face.

"Where?" he asks and I cough again, inching away at the way his fingers twitch by his side.

Psychopath.

"Siren bought them for me" I say.

"My mother bought you three fucking fake dicks?" he asks.

"Yes" I spit out, moving away from his hand.

Dear future Noah, run away from your husband whenever he approaches you in a bathtub.

This isn’t the first time he has attempted drowning me, I don’t know why I keep forgetting that experience.

"If any cock touches you, Noah. It will be mine and mine only. If you want a cock in you that bad, I will give you mine" he sneers and the haughty part of me flares up.

"Those ones are thicker and more satisfying" I say with my chin held up.

"No need to make up a lie just to save face, little liar. I made you cum untouched more than once" he says and I briefly forget to breathe as my limp cock twitches.

I hate him so much!

"You were going to kill me over pink dildos" I say with annoyance just to change topic.

"No" Elias says flatly.

"You literally just tried to kill me after claiming you want to mark me" I snap at him and his eyes darkens.

"That was merely a punishment and a statement" he says.

"You’re insane" I say and sink into the bath while breathing hard to fill my lungs with air again.

Elias doesn’t give me a response, instead, he starts to add bath products into the bath. I lean against the tub tiredly and let him wash me up. That’s what he gets for trying to murder me.

I hate that he doesn’t wash up with me. But I don’t dare ask, I have an image to uphold, and he’s still seething. For all I care, he shouldn’t be mad about my dildos.

The alpha massages my scalp and I shut my eyes.

’You can shut your eyes, but the man Elias stabbed won’t be able to’ a voice says in my head and I wince.

I suddenly remember the horror of the man who Elias hurt with a fork.

How will he ever eat with a fork without thinking of human eyes? How are the hands that are pampering me right now be capable of doing something that...gory?

"Why do you enjoy taking out people’s body parts?" I ask with a voice that is still rough from when Elias dunked me.

"They get to sacrifice a part of their bodies so they can live, it’s my principle" he answers flatly.

"Will you ever stop doing it?" I ask.

"No" he says and walks out of the room.

What a massive prick.

Elias’s POV

I storm out of the bathroom in rage.

I’m ashamed to admit that Noah’s petty method of expressing annoyance is starting to rub off on me.

With a huff, I pick the bag and get out of the room, heading to my mother’s room.

This is the time when he will be in his bedroom.

I knock on the door and dad opens it.

"What?" he asks with a scowl. "Where is your husband?" I ask and dad’s expression morphs into amusement.

"My husband is resting, how may I help you?" dad asks, entertaining my rage with playful unseriousness.

This is serious for me.

"Mother" I call loudly, lifting the offensive bag in the air.

"I’m not happy with your little gifts to my husband. He doesn’t need these toys" I make my message known, and without waiting for a response, I turn around to leave, ignoring my dad’s guffaw.

I’ll show Noah he doesn’t need a stupid toy. I’ll let him realize I’m all that he needs. And I’ll make him see that none of these fakes will fulfil his desire like I always do.

I barge into my room and find that Noah isn’t in the room yet.

"This spoiled brat" I complain under my breath, silencing the happiness in my chest.

Yes, I’m happy Noah needs me to help him after his bath. I like when a possession needs me.

I wipe my hands on my pants and open my wardrobe. I need to keep him warm. And to my horror, when the doors swing open, I find the impossible waiting for me.

My meticulous arrangement of greys, blacks, deep blues, and muted green has been ruined with too many pink clothing articles.

"Mom and fucking Noah" I growl in annoyance.

I head to the bathroom to confront Noah about ruining my space, but my words die in my throat when I find him.

The omega is still in the tub.

His small mouth is hanging open. His chest is rising and falling. And he’s snoring softly.

My tainted angel.

He was peacefully sleeping while I was busy raging at my mother about the toy cocks in the bag.

I kneel by his side and run my fingers through his soft golden hair.

No.

I’m never going to let him go.