Page 39 of Ondine, Vol. 2 (Cash City Omegaverse)

On Drugs

Ondine

I wake up sometime later, who knows, and I’m no longer on the couch. I’m in a log bed. It’s the softest mattress I’ve ever been on. I’m completely surrounded by white pillows. And Boone’s cowboy scent.

“Oh good! You’re up. I was worried the dose I gave you of heat suppressants was too much.”

I sit up in the bed. I’m wearing a white nightgown. Did that fucker change my clothes? I grip my chest and feel my tank top. Thank god. He just put the gown overtop of my clothes.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fuck off, Boone.”

He smiles wide at me. His mustache curls up at the ends. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, fully clothed. Jeans and a white t-shirt.

“We’re going to have to work on that. I only want this side of you when we’re fucking. Or you’re playing piano. Otherwise, let’s just be that amiable, agreeable omega, ok?”

He pats his pants, looking for his phone. He finds it and stares at the screen.

“The Meier Pack is losing it. They called me twice asking me questions. I don’t even think they suspect me.

Man-ho is at the top of their list. And then the Wong family.

They don’t suspect me because Shadow thinks he scared me good the other day.

But all he did was validate my resolve to take you from them.

Shadow is a horrible alpha. I knew from the first time Jake talked about him that he was just a little snake. ”

They’ll find me. I know it. I feel the chord that ties Freddie to me. His hands to my heart. It doesn’t even feel strained. I send all my love down the bond and he returns it.

I’m going to be ok. As soon as I think this, Boone grabs me and scents me again. I’m less erratic but weak as all hell. What has he been drugging me with?

He’s laying completely overtop of me. He also won’t shut up. I’m not even listening anymore.

He is getting hard between us. His dick sticks into my belly.

“Get off of me!” I yell, and he only pulls back a little to smile at me. “Let me go, Boone. I don’t want you. I don’t want to bond you. I want Freddie.”

He continues to smile, and I wonder why I never caught on that he’s insane? I always thought he was kind of nice.

“This is so like you. You’re afraid of being loved by someone like me.

But I’ll show you. It’s going to be wonderful.

I won’t hurt you like Shadow. I’m not a feral monk like Freddie.

I’ll actually satisfy you, unlike that beta.

You let me into your nest. You love me. You just have that little bite mark preventing you from being all mine. ”

“No,” I cry out as he pushes his lips to the corner of my mouth. I still try to reason with him. “I will never accept this. Ever. Let me go!”

He shakes his head. “No.”

I growl at him and he just laughs at me.

“I could just bite you now, you know. Bond you and Freddie. I don’t want him, but I could do it.”

His threat sounds so sweet, but it’s as cold as death. He scrapes his teeth along my jaw, and despite the danger, I toss my head around trying to get away from him. He strokes my hair and then dips down to my neck again. This time sucking in my skin.

“He would kill you.”

“I’m not afraid of Freddie Wong.”

He should be.

He will be.

No matter what happens.

And thankfully, my stomach growls. Loud. Between us. Boone stops sucking at my neck and laughs lightly, then gets off of me.

“I want to remove Freddie from you. Entirely. Before I claim you. And I will claim you. Even if it’s a dark bond.”

In his nice-guy, charming cowboy voice, he says the most atrocious things. He’s got everyone fooled.

“Why would you accept a dark bond?”

“Then no one else could ever bond you—“

And there it is again.

I’m not sure if he’s right, that a dark bond would do that. But the idea is haunting enough. I don’t mention it.

He’s got food on the counter. Take out. Shadow told me Boone doesn’t cook. He never made any of the food he gave me.

Jake buys the groceries, so there was never anything in the house Boone provided.

Even the tea he pocketed and brought to Sky Nest was a lie. Sebastian ordered it from room service. Boone pocketed it then, claiming to have had it the whole time.

Boone just likes to take credit for everyone’s efforts.

I eat the take out because this man has drugged me into submission and I need my energy. It’s breakfast burritos and fries. He smiles at me the whole time. He gives me all his attention.

“I’ll ask you again to let me go. Find a willing omega, Boone. Find someone else. I have claims.” He doesn’t make any indication he’s hearing my words. But I go on anyway. “Give me your phone. I’ll call Jake now to come get me. I’ll even give you a head start to get out of town.”

“You know,” he says before putting his chin on his hand, his elbow propped up on the table, “I am glad they didn’t get an institute placement. Now that everything is said and done. That little contract I had you sign has a clause I’m sure you didn’t understand.”

“The contract is void. First, Shadow violated it when he used his alpha bark on me without Jake’s permission. And then again, when I found my scent match. So why are you bringing it up?”

“You’re so cute. What happens when the contract is violated, sweetheart?”

“What?

“What happens when the contract is violated? It’s ok.

Omegas don’t usually think in these complex ways, so let me just walk you through it.

When Shadow violated the contract, he left you, the omega, in care of the handler.

You wrote in ‘self’ in the field for a handler, and since that wasn’t a suitable option, it defaulted to me, your interim handler.

And I was to conduct an investigation and determine your ownership as I see fit.

I decided you’d fall under the category that says I am now your legal and physical omega handler. ”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “But I have a scent match. Bonded.”

“But not registered. As your guardian, I determined that the bond happened under duress. He hadn’t been courting you.

You were experiencing bond-sickness. His record shows he’s feral and under the handler-ship of Alpha Kam-po.

You’d need his permission to register the bond.

Which neither of you did. I’ve made records of all of my findings, including Dr. Chen’s original assessment.

I asked her to leave out the scent match because those things can be speculative.

I’ve even submitted it all to the court, so there’s a legal record.

If you ever want to register Freddie, you’ll need both Kam-po and Boone Anderson’s written and notarized permission. ”

I’m going to be sick.

He’s not just kidnapped me, he’s made it legal. Lawyers really are fucking scum.

“Everything I’m doing is by the book. No authority can stop me. And I won’t dark bond you, so don’t worry about that. Once I get Sebastian away from the Meier Pack, you two will willingly join me.”

I throw my plate up against the wall. It shatters and pieces hit the floor and ceiling.

“Don’t you fucking touch him.”

Boone’s eyebrows shoot up, but otherwise he’s unaffected by my outburst.

I’m in a bad position. Not only does he have experience trying to take an omega from a pack, but he’s failed at it once, and doesn’t seem afraid to try again. But he’s also tied my hands, legally speaking.

Boone is dangerous.

I had it all wrong. I thought Jake was the one with psychological issues. Jake is just an alpha. Boone is a sociopath.

“You’ve been up too long. It’s making you agitated. I need you relaxed. Go sit down before it starts working and you pass out here.”

I close my eyes in pain. He’s put something in my food. Goddamnit. I can’t win.

I pull on my bond with Freddie. It’s still there. He responds quickly, with just pure love.

His calm gives me every right to throw a fit. If Freddie is calm, it means they are coming. They have a plan.

I stand up, dizzy as all hell, pick up my chair and throw it at Boone. He dodges it easily, but I’m already running to the door. He reaches me without any effort, grabbing me by the waist. My head swims. He tosses me on the bed in the bedroom. I scream. I keep screaming. I won’t stop.

Especially when I see his face above me and how pissed off I’ve made him. Good!

He grips my arms to stop me from thrashing around. I can’t kick up anymore. I can’t even feel my feet or hands.

It doesn’t take long for me to lose all feelings in my legs. And then I can’t scream anymore.

“Good girl. There it is. Let it do its job. Relax. I’ll be here when you wake up.”