Chapter 4: He’s mine
Elias’s POV
It’s his fourth shudder in the past hour.
My fingers keep the book open but my eyes are not leaving the omega sleeping on the bed.
He’s like a rubber band to me. Elastic, stretchable, bendable and mine. All he needed one harsh tug to fit what I need him for.
I don’t want him to break.
All of my possessions always have to be in the best condition at all times. Cleaned, dusted, iron, perfect for me to take and to use.
I flip the page of the book, but I am no longer reading. I finished it in the first fifteen hours of reading it while Noah stayed unconscious after his stunt.
"D-done" the new doctor says as he rounds up his checkup on the omega.
"Report" I say.
"His heart rate and temperature are normal; he only passed out from the stress and t-trauma" he stammers and I nod.
"And?" I ask.
"He would be fine in a few hours. He would need to eat and stay hydrated, maybe move around a bit..." his voice trails off and I look up.
Damien is leaning against the frame of my door with his hands in his pocket and half of his chest is exposed.
"Hello Eli" he says with a grin that I return a flat expression to.
Since we came back home to Gottein, Damien hasn’t been here to see his ’war spoil’. He doesn’t care about the omega.
"Get out" I say to the doctor and he scurries out, carrying his rotten smell of fear with him. But before he would make it out, Damien stops him.
"Who is he?" he asks.
"A doctor for the Goldsmith boy" I say, dropping my eyes to the book as if it has something interesting to offer me.
"Ah, looking after my little gold, you’re the best" Damien pats the doctor’s head before pushing him out of the room/.
"You know he’s mine" I say casually, reading a line that I opened just minutes ago.
’Omegas are trained to please. Winslow omegas are especially skilled at serving their masters and mates’
"I told you people aren’t objects to be possessed" Damien says and I hum. I remember that he has a woman on his bed, chained and begging for freedom.
"And people aren’t pets to be chained" I counter him quietly.
"What if he’d like it?" my older brother taunts.
"Stop it, Damien" I say, not liking the image he’s painting with the elegant omega in chains.
"You can tell me to stop now, but you won’t stop me when I execute my plans"
"And what plan is that?" I finally lift my head to meet his eyes. They are dark like mine, but they are dark and buzzing with silent war.
"I want to fuck him over, make him beg for his own death" he walks into the room with slow steps.
Fucking the elegant omega over will be my duty...and death? His death will be mine.
"I do it all myself" I say, reminding Damien that the omega is mine. Why is he mine? He’s mine because I said so that first time.
Seeing him on his knees for my brother in his father’s dining room made me itch with the need to keep him like one of my keepsakes again.
I was never going to own him like this, but his family dared to insult our mother.
The governor spoke on T.V ’that male omega bitch with a good womb shouldn’t be parading as someone relevant. It’s no wonder all his three sons are deranged!’ he said.
We sent a warning at first.
Kai sent the bloody head of his personal assistant’s mother. Damein sent the decaying hand of his paternal grandmother. And I sent the body of his mother but he didn’t learn.
He said more, bragged more so we went there to show him how deranged we are.
Damien went straight for his house. I went through the street. And our last brother, Malachi—or Kai, as he prefers to be called—stood at the gate to end anyone that tried to leave.
We planned not to stop till everything ended but when the governor gave a sweet offering. His own virgin son. That was when we considered having mercy.
That offering is lying on my own bed while his city is still bleeding from our attack.
He’s wearing my pajamas, breathing my air, feeding off my twisted need to own him. And soon, soon enough he’ll be looking at me with surrender.
"Careful brother, that page is begging for salvation in your hands" Damien says and I realize how hard I am gripping the paper.
"Why are you here?" I ask.
"My team lost the football match. Besides, I can’t visit my brother and my new pet?" he asks.
My brother sits comfortably on the edge of the bed and my breath catch in my throat as he grabs Noah’s chin.
"Fucking beautiful...blue eyes, plump lips..." he says and starts unbutton the pajamas, revealing the omega’s perfect body.
His stomach is flat and soft. His nipples are pink and hard from the cold air.
There are no marks on him except for the birthmark on his neck; the birthmark that he touches when he’s afraid.
"He’s perfect, isn’t he? Imagine him by my side" Damien says, tracing a single finger along Noah’s collarbone.
The omega whimpers in his sleep, frowning at the touch and I shut the book with a snap.
I know Damien. He is war and feeds off chaos. I don’t stop him, he will go further for the fun of it.
My possessions are not for fun.
"Get your hand off him"
"I don’t get to examine the product?" he gives a fake sorry expression and my alpha growls.
"Now, brother" I snarl and he slowly gets up, holding his hands up in mock surrender while smirking at me.
"I have never seen you want something this bad before. It’s refreshing to see that you’re human" he continues to laughs as he moves away from Noah.
He doesn’t want Noah. If he does, he would fight longer than seven minutes.
And because he hates to lose his temper with family, he would leave to cool his head and return to steal him away.
"How’s your head?" he asks, titling his head back to examine me.
One hand reaches up to touch the bandage used in patching me up. "Better" I say and he nod grimly, eyeing me carefully.
"You better have a good lie ready for mother; they’ll be back soon" Damien takes a few steps to the door to leave the room.
"Damien" I call and he pauses.
"Don’t touch him ever again" I say flatly.
"Reason, little brother?" he asks with a grin on his face.
"He’s mine"
"Oh, you have to do better than that, Eli"
"I’m marrying him tomorrow morning by eight a.m" I say.