His Mafia Prince

(JERICHO)

My heart aches as I take him in. It feels like forever since I last saw him. I feel slightly relieved at the sight of him. He is wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of jeans. My pants grow tight immediately. His hair is a bit longer than it was and just like Luca said, he has grown thinner. Even in that state, he is still the most beautiful omega that I’ve ever laid my eyes on. My heart dips painfully as I look at him.

I need to hug him, kiss him, touch him. Something. I just need to be near him.

I unlock my door to climb out the car but then I freeze when I see a ginger haired alpha slipping right after Wesley. They are beaming laughter in each other’s faces and the alpha slips his arm into Wesley’s as they walk down the steps. Jealousy courses through me like a firestorm. I suck in a deep breath, because as it is, it is all that I can do to not roar my displeasure from across the parking lot.

Who the fuck is that alpha?

I watch them as they walk towards Wesley’s car. When they get to the car, they stop and talk for a while, grinning at each other. I wonder what’s so amusing about what they are talking about that has them grinning like that. I feel sick to my stomach as I watch them. Part of me is terrified that the alpha is soon going to lean in for a kiss. God! I hope they don’t kiss. I’m not sure what I might do if Wesley kisses him. I suddenly feel hot all over and out of control.

I will attack this guy if he dares to kiss him. I will rip his fucking throat out if he dares to put his lips on Wesley’s.

But they don’t kiss. They hug. I heave a big sigh of relief when they don’t kiss. But why does Wesley look that happy? It makes my stomach ache. How can he look this happy when I’ve been wallowing miserably back at Miles? For an entire month, I have been suffering. He doesn’t even look the least bit fazed. I know I didn’t imagine the connection we had. So how come he looks unbothered?

The alpha takes a turn and heads to another car parked a few feet from Wesley’s. I feel frozen in my seat. I’m not sure how to react or what to do. Thankfully, none of them noticed me. They both get in their cars and start their engines. I get back into my car and start my engine too. I wait for Wesley to drive out of the parking lot then follow him at a close distance.

My mind is swirling with all manner of thoughts, good and bad. Mostly bad. My heart is beating out of my chest. Of all the scenarios that I had anticipated, this was the last thing that I expected. It never occurred to me that Wesley might have been seeing someone. I’m not even sure why that didn’t occur to me. How dumb! It’s been a month, of course he has moved on. Yet I was unable to move on myself. So, I’d assumed that he couldn’t move on either. But by the looks of it, it seems like he is trying to move on.

Or am I misreading the situation? I don’t think I am.