Chapter 212: The partially sane one

Noah’s POV

I slide Elias’s phone into my hoodie’s pocket as I finish up my breakfast. The two alphas are busy glaring at each other as Seoha and I giggle at a silly joke. It’s taking a lot of effort to ignore the alphas.

I’m not looking at them, but I’m worried they’d both pull their pants down and compare cock size.

My face screws up at my own thoughts. I swear I’m a good child, my mind being constantly in the gutter is all Elias’s fault. I know I have a stack of ’educational’ materials at home BUT they’re all for good reasons.

The kinky movies and smutty books are for educational purposes, nothing more.

"Why are you glaring at me, Angel?" my clueless alpha asks as he chews on his toast and I squint at him.

"You’ve corrupted me" I say in a whisper for his ears alone, and the alpha dares to blink in confusion. He looks so clueless that I can’t help but groan. Come to think of it, I’ve been acting a bit too agitated these days, I won’t let my pup inherit his dad’s nasty personality.

"I didn’t..." Elias stands at alert as I get up from the chair. I thank Seoha and his bear-like alpha for the meal before going up the stairs.

I need to wash up and get ready for the date we have planned. Elias stays behind me like a shadow as I go up the stairs. He’s serious about breathing my air and it’s ridiculous.

"Oh. Kai hasn’t eaten. Can you please take something to him?" I ask my mate and he studies my face for a few seconds.

"I hate taking my eyes off you, Noah. You always end up in ridiculous positions" he says and I grit my teeth.

My need for space from Elias is a hundred percent for innocent reasons. Okay, I also want to touch myself a little, but I swear my omega is the one controlling everything in my head right now.

"I’m right in the room if you need me, I promise I’m not jumping out of windows" I say as softly as I can manage and Elias sighs before turning around. Phew. I return to the room and shut the door behind me.

The phone in my pocket starts to ring and I get startled by the surprising call. I totally forgot about Damien. I accept the call and when I press the phone to my ear, the first noise that greets me is the scream and wet sobs of at least three different people.

"Damien? Is everything okay?" I ask with concern in my tone.

"Everything is peachy, right boys?" Damien asks and there’s a chorus of broken ’yes, sir’. I grin with realization. He found and beat those bullies up. Yes!

"You beat them up" I say with happiness. I genuinely don’t like or support violence, but those guys need to be taught a lesson. They need to learn to respect people and their love lives.

"No, no, little gold. I don’t beat people up. I fuck people up" Damien says and I roll my eyes. "What’s the difference?" I ask.

"Look at the screen, I sent a few pics of my artwork" he says and I obey the instruction. I check the screen and see the series of images he sent a second ago. I scroll through them one by one.

The first one is an image of four guys with their asses up. Three of them are bleeding from their holes and I gasp. No way...no way...no fucking way.

The images are graphic in the most terrifying way, and I don’t think I ever want to see this again.

"Damien..." I say in disgust. This is too horrible. It’s too fucked up even for a man like Damien Deus who has no morals. "Keep scrolling, brother-in-law" he singsongs and I obey.

The next image is the end of a golf stick. It’s slimy with what looks like slick and is bloody. Did he...did he use that on them?

"Oh my goddess" I mumble, I feel the food I just had climbing up my chest. I’m going to be sick. I scroll again and the stick is now down the fourth guy’s throat.

"Have you seen the deep throat image? The boy threw up on my nice loafers thrice and- hello?" Damien asks as I retch. I drop the phone onto the carpet and rush into the bathroom. I bend over the bowl to empty my stomach.

There is no saving a Deus man...at least I ended up with the partially sane one.

The door opens behind me, and I lift my head to look at my husband. He takes position to rub my back, and I throw up again. The images are forcing my morning sickness to take effect. I regret calling Damien, I think telling Elias would have been better.

"Do you need anything, Angel?" my husband asks and I point at the sink.

"Brush" I moan and he goes to pick up the toothbrush. He applies toothpaste and returns to me. I throw up one more time before getting off the floor.

I take the brush and clean my mouth before wordlessly taking my clothes off. Elias stays nearby to assist in any way he can. The assistance I needed was a cum-assistance, but my desire and pleasure is gone with the wind. Thank you, Damien Deus, you psychopathic prick.

"Do you feel better? Need a doctor?" Elias asks and I shake my head.

"Wash up with me" I say and it’s his turn to shake his head in refusal to my request.

"Someone needs to keep guard" he jerks his chin towards the door.

"Taesan won’t hurt us, Elias. I need you to hold me for a few minutes" I say with a whine in my voice, and he looks into my eyes. He looks like he would laugh and walk away, but he doesn’t. He takes off his clothes instead.

"Come on" he says and we go in together.

Under the shower I cup his cheeks and kiss him on the mouth. His exhaustion is obvious. I hope I can get him to sleep a bit during the day. I don’t need the father of my baby breaking down randomly all because of a made-up enemy.

"Have fun today, okay?" he says and I nod.