Chapter 59 CHAPTER 059
Soren hates this night. So much for wanting to spite a man who doesn’t even give a damn about him, and now he's been kissed by the one person he thought was an actual friend. What a mess he had created.
Soren hadn’t waited for the alpha to take him home; he had taken a cab instead, but he had no idea the alpha was following closely behind him in his own car until Soren arrived at Reign’s mansion, ready to leave the driveway, when suddenly, his path was blocked, and his wrist was grabbed.
He snaps his head back, and his eyes go wide when he sees that it’s Sylvester.
"Let go of me!" Soren snarls, trying to wrench his arm back, but Sylvester’s grip is like an iron shackle. Soren notices that there’s something in Syvester’s eyes that has changed; it's almost as if the ‘kind’ cousin facade is gone, replaced by someone whose eyes are dark with a bruised ego and a frantic sort of desperation. Soren is sure that he didn’t read it wrong, even though his personality-reading skill sucks.
"Soren, wait, just listen to me," Sylvester begs, his voice hushed but intense. "I shouldn't have pushed you; I know that, but I just don’t want us to end this night on a bad note. I know I messed up what we had, but I want to be your friend still.”
Soren lets out a sharp, mocking laugh as he looks at the man as if he’s only seeing him for the first time. "Friend? Friends don't try to force themselves on each other. And they definitely don't follow them home like a goddamn stalker!" He clamors, trying to wrench his arm again, but Sylvester’s fingers dig deeper into his skin.
“I just... I wanted to be the one who actually looked out for you. " Syvtester continues, but Soren hates that the look in the alpha’s eyes makes his stomach churn.
"I don't need you to look out for me! I have a fiancé for that. Now, let. Me. Go," Soren spits, and this time, he hauls his hand with a force just as Sylvester lets go. Soren gasps as he stumbles, ready to hit the hard floor, but an arm goes around his waist and pulls him back to a solid chest.
Soren’s heart pounds in his chest as he recognizes the enigma’s scent before his eyes snap up to see the man’s face, the man who’s holding Soren tightly and protectively as if he had no intention of letting go. Soren’s heart skips a beat, and he does not attempt to free himself either.
With one step at a time, Syvester retreats, creating a distance between him and the couple while Reign stares at him with eyes that can pierce through anything and pheromones that smell like they bring the whole world to its knees.
Syvester looks like he’s fighting everything inside of him not to submit. He swallows deeply, and his hand clenches into fists at his side, sweat trickling down his temple. “Reign… I was—” he starts, but gets cut off by the enigma.
“There are countless Betas you could pursue, yet you dared covet what belongs to me. How suicidal of you, Syvester.” His voice comes with a depth that sends a shiver down Soren’s soul.
Soren turns his head in time to see blood trickling down Syvester's nostrils. Soren gasps, realizing the enigma is using targeted pheromones, forcing the alpha to submit.
Sylvester’s knees buckle, and his breath comes out ragged, yet he doesn’t fall on his knees. He looks at Reign with a smirk while wiping off the blood rolling down his nose with the back of his palm. “I only wanted him to see he doesn’t have to be stuck with you. You have never had a problem with me having your discarded goods. He’s not the first one, so what makes him so different? Why are you so mad? It’s not like you like him, Reign.”
Discarded good?! Soren’s brow furrows at the term. What the fuck?!
Reign raises his chin, withdrawing his pheromones as Syvester goes paler; a little bit more, and even a strong alpha like his cousin won’t survive the intensity. “Go,” Reign commands, the word carrying enough power and authority. “Leave before I decide being family isn't enough of a reason to let you keep your tongue.”
Wiping his dripping nose one more time, Sylvester doesn’t need to be told twice. He stumbles back, nearly tripping over his own feet, and practically dives into his car and speeds out of the driveway with the loud screeching of tires.
The moment the car disappears, Soren gasps at what happens next. One more, he’s wrapped protectively in Reign's arms and the next moment, his back is hitting his wall with a force that knocks all the air out of his lungs as Reign dangerously hovers over him with his weight and body, trapping him against the wall, his pheromones less suffocating but that doesn’t mean they don’t make Soren’s knees go weak and inside pool with heat and the desire to submit and bare himself like the pathetic submissive omega that he is. When Reign is this close, not even the suppressant can stop Soren from feeling everything he shouldn’t.
“What do you have to say for yourself, Fox?” Reign begins, eyes shining with a murderous glint that makes Soren gulp and grip the side of his palms with sweaty hands. He knows he fucked, but still, Soren can’t bring himself to apologize.
After all, he went to that event to spite the man. Even if it ended in such a disaster, he still got what he wanted because Reign looks like he’s about to rip Soren into a million and one pieces. His eyes are terrifying and hot at the same time.
Reign suddenly grabs his jaw, forcing his head up until their eyes lock properly. “Tell me, did you enjoy provoking me, Fox?”
Soren’s throat bobs as he looks into Reign’s eyes without blinking or yielding when his dead omega instincts tell him to submit. He refuses to. After years of denying himself these instincts, he won’t start listening to them now. “Perhaps you should have chained me to the fucking bed if you wanted me to stay locked up."
Soren doesn’t know where the audacity comes from, but it’s fun riling the man. Seems like acting rebellious is the only way to get some reaction out of him. Even if the night backfires on Soren, he still thinks it’s worth it.
Reign’s eyes search his face for a moment, and seconds later, he pushes himself away from him. “You prefer chains, huh?” he smirks, a cold look owning his eyes. “Guards,” he calls as he stands back, and seconds later, two guards appear from nowhere, as if they were just standing behind the door, waiting to be called.
They grab Soren’s arms at Reign’s orders.
“Take him to his room and make sure he’s chained to the bed.”
Soren’s eyes stretch wide at the order, his heart performing a frantic somersault against his ribs. He had been playing with fire; he didn’t expect the Enigma to pour gasoline on the flame. Sometimes Soren forgets that this man can have him killed with just the snap of his finger. Sometimes Soren forgets his life is running by a thin thread.
“Wait! Reign! You can’t be serious!” Soren clamors, his voice rising in pitch as the guards’ fingers dig into his biceps.
Reign tilts his head, an eerie look owning his eyes. He leans slightly, matching Soren’s shorter height. “Since you find my verbal warnings so easy to ignore, perhaps a physical reminder of your place will suffice. Take him away," he straightens his posture and waves his hand dismissively, and the guards don’t wait a second longer as they drag Soren away as if he weighs nothing.
Reign’s lips twitch into a barely visible smile, but it’s gone the moment the hit appears, and his expression returns to its usual stern and cold, his eyes darkening as he takes in the spot his dear cousin stood.