Page 8 of Outlaw's Omega
“You should have marked her.”
My fist smashed into his face. I couldn’t help myself, I didn’t even try. He was talking about her like she was nothing to him but a way to cash in. Typical beta scum.
“If anything happens to her because of you.” He spat blood out of his mouth.
“Do not pretend to care about her now.” My warning growl causing his eyes to widen in fear. “If I find her and she has been taken already….”
He paled even further. “The deal was made in good faith, you must claim her. The Monk will not even contemplate a union if she isn’t pure.”
He was talking about his own daughter, a woman who had dedicated her life to looking after him like she was nothing but a commodity to be bought and sold. For any other woman, I might have agreed with his ideals but not when it came to Bree.
She was loyal to him. Painfully so. And he was hanging her out to dry. He didn’t care about Bree. He cared about his bank account.
And it made me sick.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Zane slip into the room, if he was shocked to find the old beta bleeding in a chair in front of me he didn’t say anything.
“Kaelan.”
“Unless your next words are you know where Bree is, then you need to leave.”
“I don’t know if it’s her or not. But an Omega has been found wandering around…”
I didn’t let him finish. “Where? What part of the city?”
“The Monks territory.”
Of course, it had to be there. Straightening my spine I pulled myself to my full height.
I was the alpha of my little corner of New London Town. The bad side of the river. I was feared, my name spoken in whispers. And I was about to go uninvited into the territory of my biggest rival, unannounced.
People may think his holiness the Monk was a gentleman but I knew differently. He was as crooked a man as I was. Maybe even more ruthless.
Going into his little kingdom and stealing away the omega he had been promised could very well start a gang war the likes of which this city hadn’t seen in centuries.
A grin split open my face. Zane returned my smile with one of his own. We were on the same page.
After all, there was nothing like a little gang warfare between competing firms to make life interesting.
***
I didn't bother hiding my identity as I crossed the river. There was no point. If it was Bree who the Monk had found then he would have scented me on her skin already. He would know I would come for her.
“Are you sure you want to do this Kaelan?” Zane asked for the tenth time. He was keeping up with me with no problem what so ever. The two of us making a dashing sight as we strode down the well-lit street.
This side of the river was different from the area I had made my home. More modern, the lights lighting up the streets like a beacon. The whole place reeked of money but I wasn’t fooled. The monk’s territory was not really any different to my own. Flashier yes, but only because he hid the seedy underbelly that made this city thrive when others in this country wilted and died.
Neon crosses glowed on every available space, flashing garish colours across the pavements.
Crosses. They were everywhere. Above doorways and swinging from around people’s necks. Hanging proudly against robes.
Robes, the Monk had them all dressed like they were from some medieval fairytale. Betas in muted tones of browns and creams, omegas in white. A cross embroidered in red over their left breast so show that they were claimed.
Alphas wore red.
To say we stood out in our black suits was an understatement. Not that I cared. I would not lower myself into wearing what they wore, not even if it meant getting Bree back without a fight.
I was what I was, a criminal, a crime lord. Alpha of my damn manor.
