Chapter 222: Die for you

Elias’s POV

"Stop the car and get out" I say to Taesan’s driver in Korean and the man does as I order him to immediately. The moment he shuts the door, I break.

I hold Noah to my chest and cry for him in the way I couldn’t cry for myself when I was locked in that cage by Julian. I had months of pain, but he had years of torture.

I kiss the top of his head again and again as I pump out my pheromone to protect mine. Noah is mine, the pup in his womb is mine. They’re both mine and Julian will never come near them.

"I will die for you" I say even though he’s passed out from exhaustion in my arms. "I will die for you, Angel. You kept me alive during those months, why the fuck will I let you die now that you’re mine?" I ask the sleeping omega in agony.

I’m going mad with this foreign emotion ripping my chest apart. It feels like someone forgot to put out a furnace inside my chest. It’s burning my heart to crisps and I can’t take it.

They put this omega through too much shit. Noah isn’t made to hurt like this...no. Everyone involved in this will pay in blood.

I will kill Goldsmith’s wife, and I will serve time in jail for it if I have to. I will turn everything upside down to protect my mate. Beads of my blood soak up my collar and I keep on holding on to Noah.

His lips are tainted red with my blood, his cheeks are pink and tear-streaked from his tears, and his breath keeps shuddering.

How long we stay here is a mystery, but soon, we return to Taesan’s mansion. And as I have made it to be our tradition, I place him in the bathtub after stripping him naked.

The omega, trusting me even in his sleep, doesn’t stir as I wash him up. My bite is still on his neck; the act in itself was irrational, but I did it to make him stop spiraling. I brush my finger over it, and he sucks in a sharp breath. His brows pull together in pain, and lips twitch in an attempt to pout.

I’m death. I hurt everything I touch, but I’ve become selfish these days...how can I not want to have Noah when he’s the one who keeps me alive?

I take my hand off his body to wipe the tears, and he cries out in his sleep.

"Eli...want you" my chest cracks open at those words. The last time he wanted someone like this in his sleep, it was Conan...is this love or trauma? Am I selfish for celebrating it?

"I’m here, Angel. I will always be here" I murmur.

After helping him clean up, I carry him to the bed and keep him naked. He sleepily protests when I leave him lying there, but I also need to clean up.

"I’ll be back" I whisper, taking my phone to the bathroom to make an important call.

"Elias Deus" I say my name as soon as the call is accepted, and the person grunts in response. "How is Conan doing? He is settled in yet?" I ask.

"Yeah, well...cleaning up his record was frigging hard, but faking his death was an easy way out. Boss, are you aware he’s never going to leave your city as a free man? If he does and he gets recognized, it might grab the attention of those law assholes" the man asks and I grunt in agreement.

"He’s not leaving my city" I say.

"Good, good. He’ll be in your city first thing tomorrow morning. New ID, new name, and new everything" he says and I nod. Conan doesn’t know, but Goldsmith wasn’t only using him to empty his balls, that old bastard was also using him to wipe his dirty hands. Someone got hurt? Conan did it because he’s mad. Someone got robbed? Conan did it because he’s crazy.

"Do me a favor" I murmur and he hums.

"Make it look like Conan killed Mrs. Goldsmith and I’ll send further instructions on what to do with her" I say.

"Woah! That’s a crazy request" he exclaims.

"I saved your daughter from a trafficker’s van and brought her home to you" I remind him and he goes quiet.

"I might get caught. That woman is heavily guarded and has ties to an influential political figure" he explains and I stare blankly at the wall. They won’t arrest a dead man. We are faking Conan’s death after all.

"Make it look like a suicide-murder. Conan the psych ward patient kills the wife of the man who made him a side chick" I say and he curses quietly. "This is dangerous" he says.

"I will forward more money. Good job" I say and end the call. Those words are my, ’you don’t have a choice’. I stand under the shower motionless for a few minutes. The Goddess’s creations are full of flaws. The bite mark Noah left on my neck will heal in a few days; and it’s because an omega’s mark was not made to stay on the alpha.

My fingers brush the open wound, and I make up my mind to tattoo it. It’ll be the first tattoo on my skin ever. The mark of my devotion to Noah Deus.

Clean of sweat and blood, I return to the bedroom. Noah opens his eyes briefly as I climb into the bed, and he smiles at me. I’m as naked as he is, so I press my forehead to his.

"I’m sorry" he whispers.

"For what, Angel?"

"For misunderstanding you. For going crazy...For everything."

"Remember when I promised to break the stony layer of this angel?" I ask and he nods sleepily. "You scared me that day" he mutters.

"I wanted to see this part of you. I wanted to see the Noah that is Noah. The Noah who struggles, the Noah who is perverted, the Noah who is messed up, the Noah who is funny" I list the few parts I’ve seen and he smiles sadly.

"A city’s angel shouldn’t be all that..."

"Isn’t it fortunate that you’re no one’s Angel but mine?" I ask possessively and he hugs me. "I love you" he says before shutting his eyes.

Tomorrow, we’ll go home and he’ll see Conan. Goldsmith’s wife failed as a mom, so I’ll bring his true mother to him, and if Conan messes up too...I won’t hesitate to murder him as well.