Tarymn shoved the beta against the wall. “And the people who go to the abandoned buildings, do you give them a high dose too?”
“No, it would kill them.” The beta glanced at him. “I don’t know how he and the omega survived it.”
They barely survived.
Deltta touched Tarymn’s shoulder. He let go of the beta.
“You’re going to tell everyone what really happened, not just me,” Deltta said.
“Anything, just let Sula go.”
“Of course, I’ll give you two a minute to talk.” Deltta walked out of the room. Tarymn followed him.
“Finally.” Deltta laughed.
“You can say that again. You took a gamble, and it paid off.” Tarymn commented tonelessly.
Deltta frowned. Not the reaction he’d hoped for.
“I did. And it worked out. Why aren’t you happy?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I wanted to be the one to save your miserable ass. But you just had to be the alpha king and take control of everything.” Tarymn shook his head.
“Not everything. I wouldn’t have done it without you. Thank you.” Deltta pulled him into a hug. “Now, let’s go and get the authorities. I want to see Pharyi’s face when the world comes crashing around him.”
“I hear you,” Tarymn said, heading to his office. “It’s been five long years. I’m ready to put this behind us too.”
“Yeah, me too,” Deltta said. But he was in a rush for a different reason. Of course, he wanted to clear his name as soon as possible, but he wanted to go after his omega. He’d given Mac enough time and space to think about what he wanted. It was time for them to have the uncomfortable conversation he’d been avoiding.
Chapter 22
Mac
“Are you ever going to tell me what happened?” Jamue asked.
“Nothing happened. You gave me a new concealing strip this morning, remember?” Mac said.
He’d stretched the one Dr Micha had given him for days, not ready to tell Jamue that he still had the mark, dreading this very conversation he was trying to have with him right now.
“Let’s fill the cylinders.”
Mac grabbed one, bringing it closer to the pump. Their first order was going out as soon as they filled the new cylinders. They managed to buy the ones Jamue wanted. The gold and silver color shimmered, catching the light. They were beautiful, all classy and lavish.
“I remember. And that’s not what I’m asking, and you know it.”
There it was. Mac ignored him.
“Mac?”
Mac snapped. “Nothing happened… nothing happened. Stop asking me.”
Jamue gasped.
Fuck. Mac rubbed his face. “Sorry.”
Tension swirled around them. Mac turned away, attaching the pump to the cylinder, and then released the valve. A hissing sound filled the silence. He shouldn’t have snapped at him like that. Jamue was only worried about him.
He should tell him that something did happen. It was beautiful, moving…everything he’d ever wanted to hear an alpha say, and he messed it up. Mac breathed through the ache in his chest and held the cylinder steady.