“Did you really have to come?” Hym glanced at Makar sitting beside him in the pod. He tightened his fingers around the controllers and swallowed his irritation. He had shit to handle.
Jamue’s real alpha was in their fucking house.
Couldn’t the shitshow wait for him to tell Jamue he was his mate?
Fuck.
“After you went crazy in front of the alpha king, yes,” Makar said.
Shit, Hym silently groaned.
He hadn’t been able to keep his cool after he spoke to Luci. He kind of turned the large table in the command centre and threw a few chairs around, much to Roc’s disapproval.
“He has started with his crazy shit,” Roc had said as he watched Tarymn drag him out of the room. Hym hated it when he referred to him in the third person; it made him feel like he was truly crazy.
Hym glanced at the pod, following closely behind him. Tarymn, Deltta, Maxus and Mac were in there. He would have liked to deal with the situation in private. As it was, he didn’t know what he was going to do.
Hym rubbed his face.
He should fucking kill the alpha.
“Whatever you’re thinking, don’t. Just do what I told you.”
Hym growled. And then there was Makar's shit warning. “If you push me. You’ll lose a damn alpha.”
Makar laughed. “If you push, Hym, you and I will lose everything.”
“Fuck you, Makar.”
“Yeah, that’s what I get for saving your damn life and risking everything. Whether you like it or not, that omega never belonged to you. The minute his family offered him to another alpha, he ceased to be theirs too,” Makar said. “The best thing is to let him go quietly before you get us in trouble.”
“That’s not going to happen,” Hym bit out. He could feel his wolf getting agitated the more he thought about losing his mate. He couldn’t lose him. Not when he’d just found him.
The airway blurred before his eyes, and he could feel his entire body tightening - muscles pulling and fingernails aching. His wolf wanted out.
Makar winced and reached for his arm. “Hym calm down before you kill us.”
“I can’t lose him,” he snarled, his voice gone rough.
“I know.” Makar squeezed his arm.
Hym focused on the airway, holding on to his wolf. They could lose their shit when they got there.
They arrived home thirty minutes later. Hym jumped out of the pod and ran to the door. Pitra opened for him.
“Hym,” Tarymn called, running after him.
“They’re in the outdoor sitting area,” Pitra offered.
Hym ran there, his eyes searching for his mate.
He sighed in relief when they landed on him. He sat on the couch next to his brother and an older alpha Hym presumed to be his alpha father. His omega father sat on the other couch; eyes wide as he stared at him as if he’d seen a ghost.
“Its him,” he whispered.
Yes, its me.
Hym turned to the other alpha in the room. His entire body tensed.