Runaway Omega Chapter 58 - - 58 The Benefactor

Ferdinand’s Point Of View

Tristan was uncontrollably pissed off. I could tell on a subconscious level he wanted to slap Delcain and the others right here and now. If he decided to I wouldn’t stop him, he was showing incredible restraint at the mont. Especially given how pissed off he was.

"Seriously Tristan...? That guys chastity ans more to you than my mother’s life?" Delcain asked him, furious.

"Delcain. Go. Now! I will not say it again. Let’s go Bellamy!" Tristan said, fury burning brightly in his eyes.

Delcain huffed one final ti before heading to the basent, then Bellamy began to head upstairs. I carried Tristan up soon after.

"Tristan, don’t be mad at . I just got here, and saw Lady Josephine passed out in yhymn’s arms and was kind of dragged along..." Cole said, pleading.

"Those who stand by and watch unjustified things be done are just as bad, Cole..." Tristan sighed.

"I didn’t know what was happening I swear!" Cole said taking Tristan’s hand.

Tristan didn’t acknowledge him any further. The trip to the room was like a walk to the gallows. It definitely seed like Bellamy was walking to his death. No way would I stick up for him, for sothing like this. Even Cole was in trouble, and I distinctly rember him going to finalize the Deed to the other property.

We reached my room, and I tried to set Tristan down on the bed but he held on to my shirt firmly. He evidently wanted to sit down with him.

"Sylvester, sit... you two remain standing." Tristan said, noticeably more pissed off than before.

It was easy to tell why, Bellamy didn’t look remorseful in the slightest. He seed to think it all amusing, and seeing Tristan upset was definitely new territory for us. But no way in hell would I pick Tristan to anger, whether unintentionally or otherwise.

"Bellamy... have you thought about what you did wrong?" Tristan asked.

"I’ve thought about it, but I’m not seeing why you’re so angry with . I was just trying to save her life." Bellamy shrugged, making Sylvester slap a hand against his forehead.

Tristan however, was now bristling with anger, he was practically trembling with it.

"Cole...? Do you understand?" Tristan asked, his eyes beginning to glow.

"Uhm... I understand that it’s never a good idea to force soone into a situation, and that my inaction was just as wrong as Bellamy’s actions. Please forgive ..." Cole said, tears forming in his eyes.

Cole’s answer seed to knock so of the fire out of Tristan. He beckoned Cole over, and pointed to the ground in front of him. Cole imdiately knelt down in front of Tristan.

"I’ll forgive you this ti. Though you understand what was wrong with that situation, you seem oblivious about why I’m personally pissed off. Sit and pay attention." Tristan said, ruffling Cole’s hair.

Though Tristan didn’t smile even once, you could tell he was trying to reign in his anger, for Cole’s sake.

"Bellamy, you seem set in your stubborn ways about the whole situation. Is that true?" Tristan asked.

"I did what I had to. It was important that I acted quickly." Bellamy said, noticing Tristan’s rising anger too late.

"Bellamy, what you did makes you no different than the facilities. No different from the director, who did what he had to do for ’mankind’ no matter how I felt about the situation. Do you not get that?" Tristan asked, tears in his eyes.

That seed to knock the defiance right out of Bellamy’s eyes. He stared in wide-eyed shock at the realization, and the implications of Tristan’s words. Cole looked up at Tristan with a start as well. He no doubt never thought about how it all looked to Tristan either.

Tristan had been forced to do sexual deeds for disgusting n almost all his life. The last thing he wanted to hear was how necessary it all was. Bellamy was now staring at Tristan with recognized horror.

"I apologize, Tristan. That was not my intention. I’ll apologize to Roh as well." Bellamy said, dejected.

"As long as you understand. You were this close to having Cole be the only one who was going to touch you for the next week." Tristan said, making everyone present freeze.

"Why would you do that? I swear I’ve learned my lesson please don’t make do sothing so horrible!" Cole pleaded.

"Yes, yes. I know. But you understand why I was mad, Yes?" He asked.

"Yes. I’m sorry!" Cole cried.

"Bel?"

"I really am sorry too, Okay?" He replied.

’Note to self... never piss Tristan off!’

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Tristan’s Point Of View

*Knock... Knock...*

Suddenly, there was a Knock on the door. I was perplexed due to everyone already being present and accounted for.

"Co in..." Ferdinand said.

In ca yhymn, dragging the helpless Oga along behind him. I was startled to see the Oga again so soon, but the look on yhymn’s face said whatever the reason, it wasn’t good.

"Tell them what you told ." yhymn said, forcing the guy to the floor.

"Can I at least speak with 11– I an Tristan alone?" He asked.

"NO!" Replied every Alpha present.

It was pretty funny, all things considered.

"Haaah, Fiiine... well Tristan, have you ever t The Benefactor?" He asked.

"Mr. Wyhett?" I replied, quizzically.

"No, no. He was just a middle man lackey. I’m talking about the man who funded all of the facilities to be built in the first place."

I was stunned silent. This whole ti I assud Mr. Wyhett was the benefactor that the director was constantly going on about.

’Now I’m finding out there’s another one!’

"How many benefactors are there?" Ferdinand asked.

"There are two main benefactors. The owner and his son. The owner’s na is Dodson while his son’s na is Danhiel."

I froze imdiately. I knew the na of the son. I heard it only in passing. And he had indeed co to the facility once.

"Tristan what’s wrong?" Ferdinand asked.

I couldn’t answer, I could barely breathe. The son was a sadistic asshole beyond my understanding.

"I see you’ve t Danhiel. He will inherit the facilities once his father passes away. The problem is you..." the Oga said, pointing an accusatory finger at .

"...? What are you talking about...?" I asked.

"If you would have just stayed in your fucking facility and given him his child like you were supposed to, he wouldn’t have beco so unhinged."

"Ezekihel stop beating around the bush and say it." yhymn said, slapping the back of the Oga’s head.

"Ugh! Asshole! Look, he’s just using the facilities to narrow down the search. Once you are found and captured, he will take you. Not to share, you understand. To keep you forever, at an undisclosed location." Ezekihel said.

"I don’t get it. Why? I’d be useless to him... I’m already mated..." I replied, confused.

"There are ways around your mating issue. I bet your body is already rejecting suppressants right?" Ezekihel asked, putting everyone on edge.

"Why is it that you know this plan so well?" I asked. I had many questions for this Oga, but this information was too convenient.

"I am considered 1 out of 15 useless Ogas in Zeta Kai. The benefactors son made a bet that he could make us useful, so he selected 3 of us. Once we were chosen, he told us all about his plans. They didn’t co easy you see, because as you know Danhiel is a violent man."

"So what this guy just blabbed his whole plan to you guys as he beat you?" Cole asked.

"Don’t they always?" Ezekihel retorted.

I couldn’t dispute that. It was definitely a trend with the sick and depraved n who would co to Delgaide and spill their plans and secrets while abusing our bodies.

"I was chosen to be your gardener. He said my hair would complint your body. I was promised a pretty decent life all things considered. But then Hastings got too greedy, too impatient. Now I’m no doubt labeled as dead, a traitor, or a Runaway. Bye-Bye cushy life..."

"You talk as if freedom was a bad choice. Do you... resent ....?" I asked.

I couldn’t help but feel hostile energy from him. It was like he hated personally, and it didn’t make sense.

"Resent you...? Ha! I absolutely abhor you! You who never even knew suffering! You who ran away damning all the other Ogas! You who lives this luxurious life in ignorant bliss! You make sick! You have no idea what true suffering is, how could you? You ran away before any of the fun could even begin. You were born in a facility that the rest of us called paradise. You’re ungrateful as fuck!"

The tears I had been holding back fell out of my eyes in an endless stream. I couldn’t help but stand up from Ferdinand’s lap and slowly move towards the Oga berating with unnecessary hurtful words. As I drew closer to him, he stared up at with cold defiant eyes. I slapped him with all the strength I possessed in my body. The sound it made was cathartic for my soul. The deep red print in his face cald my mind.

I dropped to my knees in front of him and embraced him tightly in a hug, rubbing his back.

"How dare you compare pain, as if it’s normal. A shitty life is still a shitty life. Not living freely as you’d like is still a hardship. My dream was never to be so milking cow for the governnt. They cannot have . I don’t care who suffers in a facility. They need only to escape and forge their own path, just as I did. It’s hard, but not impossible."

"You have no idea what you’re talking about. Let go of ! They will always hunt you down. They know how to find you. It’s only a matter of ti! Stop deluding yourself!" He yelled.

"Let them co. I will protect what’s mine." I said defiantly.

"How can you be so blissfully niave? He will find you!"

"How can you be so sure?" I asked, perplexed.

"He’s the one sent us to that the park. He gave us your information. Lore’rahlye has people who can synthesis anything. Your DNA for example. The pheromones of your mates. There is no place safe for you anymore. It’s only a matter of ti. You know better than anyone what he’s capable of."

Sothing he was saying rubbed the wrong way, like he was hiding sothing else. I couldn’t place it, but I knew I didn’t like it.