Hym stepped back. He stared at Rosh.
The alpha looked startled but determined.
Jamue was the prize.
Rosh looked around the room. “Before we begin, I want to talk to Jamue alone. I deserve that much after everything that’s happened.”
The fuck.
“No,” Hym said.
“I don’t think you have a say here until he chooses you,” Jamue’s omega father said. “Let’s give them a moment to talk.”
Hym forced himself to walk into the house even though everything inside him rebelled.
His wolf raged inside him, making him gasp for air.
“Breathe, brother,” Tarymn said, dragging him towards his office.
“I told you letting him go would be less painful,” Makar commented as Hym sat on the couch.
“Damn, who hurt you?” Hym asked, glaring at him.
Makar raised his arms in surrender.
“Don’t ever say that shit to me again.” Hym closed his eyes.
“Are you sure he’s going to choose you?” Tarymn asked.
Hym opened his eyes and stared at him. “Why wouldn’t he?”
“I don’t know. I just have a bad feeling about this.” Tarymn dropped down next to him. “Why the hell did he ask to speak to him first?”
Why?
Hym sat up so fast he felt dizzy, but he shook it off as he ran to the door.
“Shit, Hym. Stop. I had to go and open my mouth,” he heard Tarymn say behind him.
Chapter 23
Jamue
“Alone at last,” Master Rosh whispered, walking towards him.
Jamue shoved to his feet and tried to hold in the anxiety coursing through his body. He bit the inside of his mouth until he tasted blood. He didn’t want this alpha anywhere near him.
He wanted Hym.
He turned to the door, wishing he was there with him.
“You long for him,” Master Rosh came close. “I can see it in your eyes. The alpha is your everything, isn’t he? His scent drives you crazy, doesn’t it? You need it; you want to bathe in it, take it into your lungs as he shoves his cock inside you.” He smiled gleefully, his eyes taking on that predatory gleam Jamue had come to fear. “I would love to see that.”
What?
He was sick.
“Not you with that ruffian. No. I want to see you… my beautiful Jamue in heat, longing for your alpha, craving his cock in your wet hole, his scent in your lungs, but he won’t be there. Claimed omegas are the best kind. They can go on for days needing and finding no release because the one thing they want is not there.”