Cause Ωf Death (Femme Fatale Freakshow)

Chapter 24

S he’s mine. Mine, mine, mine. And she’s home!

That thought keeps thrumming through my head on repeat, a litany of joy, hope, and contentment. While it wasn’t how I’d planned or dreamed about finally taking that step, looking back at the circumstances I can’t deny it’s also something I should have anticipated. My little Wisp, my omega , she’s not the type to expect fancy wining and dining followed by rose petals and candlelight. Driving home while still wearing the remains of a kill is more her style.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

As much as I want to herd Disa into the master suite bathroom, strip her down, and wash her clean only to dirty her up again, I have other priorities that need taking care of first. Only once they’ve been dealt with will I be able to fully concentrate on hers and Kieran’s heats, providing them both with whatever they need, whether it’s my knot and cum, or just my presence to make them feel safe.

Leaving her in Kimberly’s capable hands for the time being, I lead Adam—who keeps looking over his shoulder at Kieran as Steve carries him into the house—back through the double bays and to the other, single lock-up garage. It’s empty except for one of those massive, rolling toolboxes, a metal folding chair holding a bound and gagged alpha, and Leslie, who’s keeping watch over our prisoner.

The moment we are inside, the door quietly closes behind us, the mechanism thankfully left undamaged by our earlier, uninvited guests.

“Les, have you got everything set up to record? Good. Strip the duct tape from his mouth.” I instruct mildly, deliberately keeping everything about me relaxed and non-threatening. Well, about as non-threatening as you can make a six foot, eight-inch-tall alpha when I look as though I could probably take on a mama moose and walk away from the fight. Not that I’d necessarily win, but walk away at least.

Adam, on the other hand? He’s trembling with effort, knowing he can’t tear this guy apart until we have the answers we need. I turn my back on the seated alpha as Leslie approaches him, a wicked smirk across the delta’s face, and instead turn to face Adam.

“Are you going to be okay watching Les and me question this guy? I’m happy for you to dish out some pain as an incentive, but we can’t end him until I’m satisfied that there’s no other danger coming for us all. That includes you and Kieran, just so you’re aware.”

Adam draws in a deep breath, then another, each inhalation visibly calming him by small increments. When he’s no longer shaking, he simply nods. Satisfied that Adam has his emotions under control, I return my attention to the restrained alpha who is now cursing up a storm. A glance over at Leslie is enough to explain his temper, with the sticky underside of the duct tape coated with his stubble, skin, and even some blood.

Fuck, that had to have hurt.

“I’ve been told your name is Tomas Biggs, and that you were once the head of security for the Prince family. Is that correct?” My voice is calm and pleasant as I ask my questions, and I settle in for the long haul. Everything about Tomas Biggs screams that he’ll be uncooperative, belligerent, and unlikely to provide any worthwhile information unless forced to do so, but I can always hope that he’ll see reason.

Spoiler alert: he doesn’t.

Tomas Biggs is grating on my nerves. Both Leslie and I have been steadily questioning him for the past quarter hour, with me taking on the role of bad cop thanks to my intimidating size. My knuckles are bruised from bloodying his face, and I can see Leslie steadily losing their patience with him. If we don’t take a break soon then Leslie’s going to end up going gloves off.

Which means the knives will come out.

“Les, take a breather. Go and check on the others for me, make sure they’re all happy and occupied. No use in you getting all worked up, and Adam and I can continue while you’re gone.”

Leslie glares at Tomas before spinning on their heel and pressing the automatic door opener.

As the garage door lifts to let them exit, it reveals my omega—dressed all in black, hair tied back in a loose braid, and looking deliciously lethal—patiently waiting for entry. After a brief, whispered exchange between her and Leslie, the garage door rolls shut again, this time enclosing her inside with Adam and me.

“I thought I’d leave you both to bond over extracting information, but then I realized that I have questions for Mr. Biggs here, and my Wispy senses are tingling.”

We all learned early on never to ignore it when Disa’s “Wispy senses” acted up, as there were times when even my precognition overlooked incidents that turned out to be relevant at a later point.

I hold out my hand, silently requesting her presence, and she responds in kind. Brushing her fingers along Adam’s clenched jawline, she coos at him with her omega purr. “Don’t worry, Adam. I won’t stop you from playing with him. In fact, I think you and I should play together with Tomas here, because as big and mean as Henley may appear, he’s more of a big ole teddy bear. He’s the bear women—and some men—will choose when walking alone in the woods.”

A blush burns its way up my throat and into my cheeks at my little Wisp’s insinuation. I consider myself to be more demisexual than bisexual, as outside of Steve and Leslie—and now Kieran—I’ve never really found myself attracted to someone who wasn’t female—sexually or otherwise. Even then, other women don’t hold a candle to my omega, although there have been a few over the years, especially for the duration of my ruts. So, to hear her say that about me, about my trustworthiness and consideration of others, it unfurls something precious and fragile inside of me.

“If anyone in this family is a bear, little Wisp, we both know that it’s Steve. The man is a walking, breathing poster-child for that particular identification, and you know it.”

My indulgent reprimand is met with giggles, and my omega stands on her tiptoes in an attempt to kiss me. I sweep her up into my arms, groaning as her legs wrap around my waist, snugging her pussy up against my hardening cock. In between kisses are gentle requests disguised as growled demands.

“Don’t dally. Get the information, fast. You and me? We have unfinished business. Same goes with you and Adam. Don’t make us wait, please?”

“As you wish, Alpha,” she breathily murmurs into my mouth before wiggling her luscious body free from my hold.