Ezra
I should have left right then, but my legs refused to move.
He kept training like I wasn't even there.
Finally, I spoke. "I said I was sorry. What else do you want from me?"
He didn't answer. The sound of the staff slamming into the post was the only reply I got.
"I didn't mean to watch you," I said again. "It was an accident. I just stepped outside for air."
Still nothing. Shit. He was doing this on purpose.
"Can you stop ignoring me?"
When he turned around, the look in his eyes was darker than before.
"Stop ignoring you?" he said slowly. "You've been talking nonstop since you got here."
"I just want you to understand it was a mistake," I said, stepping back a little.
"Oh, I understand," he said, walking toward me again. "You saw something you weren't supposed to, and now you don't know what to do with yourself."
"I said it wasn't like that."
His gaze was hard and full of intent.
"Then why are you still here, Ezra?"
"I…"
"Because deep down," he said, voice dropping lower, "you liked what you saw."
I suddenly couldn't breathe properly or even muster a proper response to his words.
"That's not true," I said quickly. "You're wrong."
"Am I?"
He stopped right in front of me. His scent clouding my senses again and honestly, I was sure this time that he was doing it on purpose.
"You're shaking again," he said softly.
"I'm not."
He raised an eyebrow like he didn't believe me. Then, instead of saying anything else, he reached out and brushed his fingers against my chin. The touch wasn't even serious, but it sent a warm feeling through my whole body.
"Don't—" I started, but my voice faded.
He didn't pull away.
"I told you," he murmured, "you have a sharp mouth. I think it's time you learned what to do with it."
I blinked. "What…"
Before I could finish the sentence, he moved.
It happened so fast I barely had time to register it. One second he was just standing there, and the next, his hand was sliding down my neck, and then his lips were on mine.
Everything stopped immediately.
My mind went blank, and all I could feel was the pressure of his mouth against mine. His lips were warm, rough, but needy. I should've pushed him away. I should've said something. I should've done anything but stand there. I could feel his hardness against my clothes and good heavens, he was HUGE!
My eyes closed on their own. Every part of me reacted to the feel of his mouth on mine.
The warmth spread through my body before my brain could fully process it. My stomach felt like jelly, my knees suddenly felt weak, and I hated that a part of me didn't want him to stop.
Then, just as fast as it started, he pulled back.
I stood there, still unable to move.
Xenon's expression was unreadable.
"Now," he said in a quiet voice, "do you understand what happens when you walk into an alpha's nest?"
I couldn't answer. My mind was still catching up with what happened.
He reached up and wiped a thumb across the corner of my mouth, his touch wasn't even serious but my entire body still vibrated from the aftermath of his kiss.
"You look flustered, my dear Omega," he said.
"I… you can't just…."
"Can't what?" he asked, stepping closer again. "Can't give you what you've been asking for?"
"I wasn't asking for that!" I snapped, finding my voice again.
"You kissed me without asking!"
He gave a faint smile. "You didn't stop me either."
My face heated.
"That doesn't mean I wanted it."
"Doesn't it?"
I took a step back. "You're insane."
He tilted his head slightly.
"Maybe. But you didn't hate it."
I didn't answer because I didn't have one.
What could I possibly say after I'd kissed him back just a few seconds ago? Wait…. did I?
That was it. I didn't need any further confirmation. I was gay. There was no other explanation for liking a kiss from my fellow man.
"I'm done talking," I said finally, turning to walk away. Red in the face.
I barely made it two steps before I heard him move.
In a blink, he was in front of me again, blocking my path.
"You don't get to walk away yet," he said.
"What else do you want?"
He looked down at me for a long moment.
"Maybe I want to see what you'll do next."
"Nothing," I said sharply. "I'm not doing anything. I'm leaving."
He didn't move out of the way.
Then, before I could say another word, something in the atmosphere changed. It was sudden. With the speed of light.
I didn't even have time to process it.
I heard a loud thud. I blinked, and the next thing I saw was Alpha Xenon flat on the ground.
"What the—" I managed to say.
Someone stood between us.
"Get your filthy hands off him."
The voice was familiar.
I blinked again and looked up. Broad shoulders. Silver-white hair.
It was Alpha Allen.
For a second, the whole garden felt still. It was like the entire atmosphere was reacting to his presence.
"Allen," Xenon said, his voice low and rough. "You shouldn't be here."
"I should," Allen said flatly. "You crossed a line."
Xenon's jaw tightened. He got to his feet slowly, brushing dirt off his chest. The tension in the air was so intense, I was sure if they didn't do anything about it, the whole place would go up in flames.
"This isn't your business," Xenon said.
"It is when you touch what's mine," Allen snapped.
Hold on a second. What's mine? Who the hell were they talking about?
My eyes darted between them. Xenon's expression darkened. "Yours?" he repeated.
"I don't see your mark on him yet."
Allen's gaze didn't waver. "You won't either. But you'll still keep your hands off him."
"Ezra," Allen said without looking at me. "Step back."
I didn't move. Not because I didn't want to, but because I couldn't.
Xenon smirked faintly. "Looks like your Omega doesn't take orders very well."
Shit. Things were about to get intense.