Tristan’s Point Of View
My mind and body were a wreck. I was trying desperately not to crack under the pressure, but as soon as the conversations died down, my mind flashed back to the nightmarish mory that had woken up in the first place.
I had thought that since I was mated now I wouldn’t have to deal with the trauma of the facility anymore. I thought I could just block it out with events I shared with my Alphas. I was severely mistaken. My body was trembling but not for the reasons my Alphas assud it was.
I was terrified, and I couldn’t shake it. I ate the food Sylvester had brought , but I couldn’t taste a thing. Once I finished, I laid down and curled up next to Cole. I was trying my best to not let my tears spill over.
"Tristan, are you okay?" Sylvester asked.
"No..." I mumbled.
I couldn’t lie to them. They could already sense how I was feeling, so lying did no good.
"What should we do? Do you want us to hold you? You’re 10 seconds away from burrowing into my skin." Cole chuckled.
"I really don’t know... I’m tired, but I’m too scared to sleep... I thought I could get over this shit... but these mories just won’t leave alone." I replied, the tears finally falling from my eyes.
Cole wrapped his arms around and let out a small amount of his pheromones. It settled my body, but not my mind.
"Should we give you a massage, then?" Sylvester asked.
"No... too many hands can also be a bad thing. My mind is having a montary episode. There’s nothing I can do about it at the mont..." I replied.
"How about a movie?" Sylvester asked.
I almost declined again, but a movie would indeed distract from my nightmarish thoughts. I turned to look up at Sylvester, and he was wearing the biggest smile I had ever seen him wear.
"Why are you so happy all of a sudden?" I asked.
"Because it will just be the three of us. I’m gonna pick the movie okay?" He said excitedly.
"Okay..." I mumbled.
Sylvester scooped up out of Cole’s arms and carried off to the theater. Cole was close behind him. As we hit the stairs for the 3rd floor, Sylvester ca to an abrupt hault.
I looked up at him, then followed his line of sight to what he was staring at. It was yhymn.
"Hey yhymn... Long ti no se–"
My words were cut short as a smaller male stepped out from behind him. He was ridiculously beautiful, with a two tone color hair and bright vibrant eyes.
"Oh, it’s 11-352... Good Evening." He said with a confidence I certainly didn’t feel. Just hearing him say that number made my stomach churn.
"That’s not my na..." I murmured.
"Oh is that right...? I’m 15-775, but you can call Ezekihel..." He said holding out his hand.
Instead of answering, I turned into Sylvester’s chest and gripped his shirt. I couldn’t stop shaking, and seeing this Oga made rember things I otherwise wanted to forget. My stomach was in knots just being near him.
"Well that’s rude... I just said hello...?" He huffed.
"Ezekihel... learn when to shut the fuck up, okay?... I’m sorry Tristan, he’s really socially inept right now..." yhymn said.
"Can we go now?" I asked, looking up at Sylvester.
I flinched when I saw Sylvester’s face. He was unmistakably pissed, and staring down Ezekihel as if his looks could actually kill.
"yhymn, do a favor. Keep his mouth shut in front of Tristan unless he is spoken to, or your pet won’t see another sunrise." Sylvester sneered.
"It’s fine... he didn’t know... let’s just go now... I’m going to throw up if we stay here any longer..." I groaned.
It wasn’t Ezekihel’s fault, had it been any other day I would have welcod the conversation, but as things were now I couldn’t stand to be near him without thinking of mories best forgotten.
"Syl... it was an accident brother. Its not like he knows what’s going on. We’ll let you pass, so calm down." yhymn said.
"I don’t know why everyone’s so hostile towar– Mmm...! Ngh!"
"Ezekihel. Shut. The. Fuck. Up." yhymn growled.
Sylvester began to move past them, no less pissed off than before. It was a sha, because his bright smile was quite the sight re monts ago.
"Fix your face. You look scary." I said, worried.
"Haaah... okay... You’re way too nice... I don’t understand why yhymn is keeping him around. Is he even useful anymore...?" Sylvester grumbled.
"I’d still like to talk to him later... I just can’t look at him without getting sick... he used that damn number... it’s nauseating..." I groaned.
"Well if it wasn’t for you, he’d be a stain on the staircase by now." Sylvester pouted.
"Enough... you were just smiling so mischievously sexy, now you’re pouting. Pick an emotion, jeez..." I said chuckling.
For so reason seeing him ridiculously pissed off for my sake, made feel so much better. So much so in fact, that I could finally focus on sothing that struck as alarming.
"I can’t believe such a beautiful Oga was in the mansion... not only that but he seems like a jerk. How can you have such a beautiful face, and be so insensitive and an?" I asked.
"That’s what you think beautiful looks like?!? Yuck... no thank you. You’re way more beautiful than that guy, and don’t you fuckin forget it!" Sylvester said, kissing my face all over.
"Hahaha okay, okay. I’ll try..." I laughed, trying to fight him off.
"Okay. Now you sit here with Cole, and think about what you did. I’m going to go find the remote." Sylvester said, sitting in Cole’s lap.
We had finally arrived at the theater, and I was already feeling much better than before. Cole pulled into a tight hug and kissed my temple.
"You really are more beautiful, and more adorable than anyone I’ve ever t. It makes want to do any and everything for you. No matter the cost..." Cole whispered into my ear.
I knew he wasn’t joking, considering he didn’t hesitate to end his father’s life for my sake. It made both happy and concerned all at the sa ti. However, the adorable and affectionate smile on his face was hard to be mad at.
"Haaah.... Cole, you really are the most gentle mate..." I replied, hugging him back.
"Are you playing favorites now Tristan? I’m getting jealous." Sylvester said, plopping down next to us.
"I’m not picking favorites. I like you all for different reasons." I said pointedly.
"Oh? Let’s hear these reasons." Sylvester chuckled.
"Nope its a secret!" I replied.
"Hmph! I’ll get it out of you one way or another." Sylvester pouted.
He picked a movie, which just so happened to be a super hero series and we settled in for the show. It was amusing seeing him so imrsed in the movies, like a big ass kid dreaming big.
Halfway through the third installnt, I finally drifted off back to sleep.
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yhymn’s Point Of View
"Seriously, do you want to die Ezekihel? How can you be that oblivious about soone who gets to choose if you live or die?!" I yelled.
We were in the lab and I was connecting his cuff to the chain. I was shocked beyond reason. He either had no self preservation skills or was just bad at reading the room. Either way it was bad for my heart, I actually thought Sylvester would kill him on the stairs, the look in his eyes was downright terrifying.
"I don’t see what the big deal is!? I just greeted him...?" He replied with a pout.
Proving that it was indeed a lack of awareness. I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t even begin to understand how he was this clueless.
"His na is Tristan. I’m sure I’ve told you this already. So why then, did you address him by his number?" I asked.
"As a fellow Oga born in a facility, he would have understood greetings by numbers..." He shrugged.
"No he would not. Until you and those agents showed up, no one ever ntioned anything about numbers for nas. In fact, it wasn’t even listed in their information I took from the facility. They were called by na." I sighed, sitting in my chair.
"Well I didn’t know that!" He yelled.
"That’s why you shouldn’t speak unless spoken to. Tristan is the only one who gets to choose whether you live or die. So don’t piss him off!" I yelled back.
"He won’t kill . I’m the only one who can tell him what Zeta Kai wants from him." He smirked.
I paused montarily shocked. This was the first I was hearing anything about a reason they wanted him, besides making him a baby factory.
"What are you talking about? What do they want from him?" I asked.
"I will only tell him. He’s the main one they want, the other 4 are just consolation prizes. They’re special to be sure, but he’s even more so." He replied.
"Well if you value your life, take my advice. Do not use that information as a bargaining chip around his Alphas. You’ll die with those secrets that you want to protect so much." I said sternly.
That seed to finally knock the wind out of his sails. He looked up at fear finally filling his eyes. I couldn’t understand how it took this long for that to sink in.
"They’d kill , even if I had important information that Tristan would need to know?!" He asked, incredulous.
"What don’t you understand? They killed everyone in Delgaide’s facility that wasn’t an Oga. Without so much as a glance or second thought. Anyone that they deem as a threat to that boy’s happiness, is killed without any prejudice. That is how they operate. So if they think for even a second that you are a threat to his safety, happiness, or well-being you will die, a grueso death." I replied, running my hands through my hair.
He finally looked like he understood, and I felt a little bad for scaring him so much, but he needed to know. One thing I knew for sure was that the guys wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate Ezekihel, and I was a bit apprehensive because truth be told he was growing on .
I looked over at him and noticed him pulling his knees to his chest, he looked worried and defeated. However, he also looked like he had more secrets to tell, and that worried ...
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