The Runaway Omega: M/M Wolf Shifter Mpreg Paranormal Romance

by Apollo Surge

  Griffin delighted in it. He would make him feel the pain. He would make him understand just how stupid he had been to ever think that leaving was okay, that it was something he could have done.

  Of course it wasn’t something he could have done.

  He couldn’t believe that he’d been that stupid.

  He opened his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Griffin,” he said. He hated the way that Griffin’s name sounded in his mouth. He wanted to spit out, tell him to never come near him again, get him away from Joseph’s house and from his own person as quickly as possible. But, of course, he couldn’t do that. He needed to act humble, like he was truly upset, because he knew where this would go otherwise. “I regret it.”

  Griffin let go of his hair and chuckled, throwing his head back. His voice was so gravelly. It threw Wes slightly off, the way that he was smiling, the way that he was looking at him.

  Then Griffin started to circle around him. He was so close and Wes could smell his arousal, which made his stomach turn. “I see that the alpha here hasn't taken you.”

  Wes swallowed. Alpha traces could be smelled on omegas and since Joseph hadn’t claimed him, then he had no excuse not to go with Griffin. “That’s right,” he said. “He didn’t… I’m yours.”

  “That’s what I like to hear,” Griffin said. “Don’t you know how much I missed you? I keep having to take others, but they’re not worthy of me. And you smell so amazing now. I can’t wait until you’re in heat.”

  Wes swallowed.

  “You’re already so tasty,” Griffin said. “Maybe I could take you right here and now. Bet you would love that, wouldn’t you?”

  Griffin ran his hands down Wes’ back. He felt himself shuddering, but it wasn’t a good type of shudder. He felt sick to his stomach. Griffin grabbed his ass, squeezed it, and then moved his finger down so that it was close to his crack.

  “You can run all you want, Wes, but you don’t fool me,” he said. “You want this. You want to be my bitch, don’t you?”

  Wes closed his eyes. He didn’t—he really, really didn’t, but he knew that his body would betray him sooner or later, and Griffin would have his way with him no matter how much he pleaded.

  “Please,” he said. “Can we do this when we get home? Please?”

  “Fine,” Griffin said. “But you’re nude and so ripe for the picking. What if we get one of the betas to do it? Get you warm and ready for me. How does that sound?”

  Wes closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face. “Do whatever you need to do, Griffin.”

  “That’s what I like to hear,” Griffin said.

  Wes tried not to sniffle. He knew better than to show his weakness in front of this wolf, but there was a part of him that wanted to drop down to his knees and beg Griffin to let him stay.

  He wasn't even paying attention to all the betas that surrounded him, desire in their eyes. They would do whatever Griffin told them and though he was sure that a few of them felt a little sorry for him, it clearly wasn’t enough to get any of them to stop.

  Wes had reached his mature age and that meant that, just like any other beta, he was going to be initiated.

  After all, they would all have a turn with him too, because that was the way that it worked in his pack.

  Maybe it was not the way that it worked in other packs, but he had been told about this for years. He knew that for the next few weeks he would be little more than a fucktoy for his pack until Griffin decided that it was time to get him pregnant.

  Since Griffin was the only one who could, he didn’t care that all the other wolves had a turn. Wes was basically a rag, and eventually, the rag would give birth to a baby.

  If the baby was an alpha, then Griffin would kick him out before he came of age. More likely, he would be an omega and then… fuck, Wes didn’t even want to think about it. Maybe he would try to escape again when he had the baby, though that would probably be harder.

  He swallowed, looking around Joseph’s home, where Joseph had so kindly taken him in, even after everything that Wes had done.

  The initiation was bound to happen and Wes knew that. He just wasn't sure when it would happen, and he would try to put it off as much as he could. “Can I get some clothes before we go?”

  Griffin seemed to think about this for a second. “No,” he said. “I like you like this. We all like you like this.”

  Wes closed his eyes as he heard the snickers of the other wolves around him. He could feel himself blushing, his heart dropping to his stomach. He needed to do this. He just wished it wasn’t so fucking hard. “But Griffin,” he said, trying to appeal to the alpha’s rational side. “It's really cold outside.”

  “Yes, and you could be wearing your clothes, if you hadn't run off like a bitch”

  “I'm sorry.”

  Griffin laughed quietly again. “You will be.”

  Wes felt his stomach churning again. He tried to think through the next few steps, what was about to happen.

  If he just took everything a few seconds at a time, that might make it more bearable.

  He turned around and started walking toward the door. The betas were quietly following behind him, though there were only a few of them there.

  The threatening ones, Wes knew. The ones that Wes couldn’t consider friends by any stretch of the imagination.

  Their pack was small—only seven wolves—but there was only one omega, and it was clear that they all wanted Wes. The fact that he had thought he would have simply been able to leave wasn’t just naïve, it was extremely stupid.

  He couldn’t believe that he thought he had found a way to get away from his alpha.

  His alpha owned him and the idea that he might not was perhaps the most stupid one that Wes had ever had.

  He could feel the tears stinging his face. The more boisterous they all got, the more desperate Wes felt.

  Take it easy, he told himself. You can do this.

  Just take it slow.

  He tried to think about what would happen next.

  He was going to be naked as he walked out the door and out of Joseph’s live forever. He couldn’t outrun his pack and he most certainly couldn’t take them.

  He tried to steel himself for both the cold and the humiliation. It was going to be hard, but they had to have brought a vehicle, because they lived too far away and from their place to the cabin was a two to three-hour walk.

  He remembered that perfectly because he had done that very same walk only a few days ago, though his life felt like it was completely different ever since then.

  Of course it wasn't, because now he was going back to it, and it didn't matter how he felt about it. He just knew that it needed to be done. He tried to count his blessings. They hadn't found Joseph’s pig and they seemed mostly uninterested in his house. That was good, because Wes had a feeling that Joseph would have been devastated if other wolves had eaten his pet.

  Maybe, if Wes got out of there quickly enough, Joseph would have fond memories of him. But definitely not if he let the rest of his pack eat Devin Bacon.

  He wrapped his hand around the door handle to open it. He told himself that it would be okay, that this was what he needed to do for Joseph, that he was doing the right thing.

  He couldn’t stop it and that was probably a good thing.

  He braced himself for the cold and turned the handle, the lock clicking at the same time.

  The door was open and suddenly nothing made sense anymore.

  The very moment that Wes opened the door, that was when everything became a blur.

  He could smell Joseph, could see Joseph’s shape, and then Joseph was in front of him, and Wes was surprised for a second that he hadn’t smelled him before he had come in. He supposed that it was probably because he was so afraid, because he was going to have to leave with Griffin, and all that he could focus on was the way that Griffin smelled.

  He only had a second to process everything. Then Joseph was shoving him aside, thoug
h not unkindly, in as much as one person could shove another one aside gently.

  Wes still hit the wall and slid down, though he wasn’t sure if it was because he was exhausted or because he had been pushed.

  Then there was a skirmish, and Joseph had Griffin against the wall, and he was pounding on his face.

  Red and Tom, the two betas that Griffin had brought along with him, were trying to get him off, grabbing at his hands, trying to move him by the waist. But they could tell that he was an alpha, and that if things went wrong, they would probably be beaten to a pulp.

  That's why they weren't trying very hard, or at least that was all that Wes could surmise from his spot in the hallway. He felt very useless as he sat there, doing nothing, fat tears still sliding down his face. He was sitting on the floor, still completely naked, after having been knocked over when Joseph had run inside.

  He still had Griffin pinned against the wall, his forearm on Griffin’s windpipe, and Wes was both impressed and a little scared that Joseph was managing to dangle a man the size of Griffin by doing what he was doing.

  “What the fuck are you doing in my house?” Joseph asked, baring his teeth.

  Wes knew that was the first time that he had ever heard Joseph angry, and there was something powerful about his speech. His voice reminded him of how Joseph looked when he had shifted into a wolf.

  He was imposing, scary, big. Griffin was scary too but in a different way. Wes had always thought that Griffin could beat any other alpha in a fight but it took him a little while to get his bearings.

  He pushed back, hitting Joseph in the stomach with his knee, and both Tom and Red moved out of the way. Then it was Griffin who had Joseph pinned against the wall, though not nearly with as much raw anger as Wes felt Joseph had.

  Joseph didn’t take any time to get back at him. He kneed him in the crotch, which made Griffin double down in pain. It was a low blow, but Joseph was right to be angry—this was his house and there was no need for Wes’ pack to be there.

  Griffin was on the floor next to Wes, which made Wes scramble to get to his feet. The last thing that he wanted to do was be sitting right next to Griffin.

  Joseph approached Griffin, looked down, and sneered at him. “Now,” he said. “Let me ask you once again before I beat the shit out of you and then call the cops. What the fuck are you doing in my house?”

  Griffin looked up at him. When he spoke, he was whimpering, which Wes could hardly believe. He had never heard Griffin whimper. He had never heard him afraid.

  He could have kissed Joseph right then.

  “I came to collect Wes. He's mine.”

  Joseph scoffed. His boot-clad foot was very close to Griffin’s face and Wes was almost sure that Joseph would have happily hit him repeatedly in the face with it.

  “Wes doesn’t belong to anyone,” Joseph said, his boot hovering over Griffin’s face.

  Griffin bared his teeth at him. “Wes is mine.”

  “Wes is no one’s,” Joseph replied. “And he’s not going anywhere.”

  Wes was watching the two of them, his eyes wide. He wasn’t sure what he could do about this. He knew better than to get between two alphas, but he wanted to help Joseph if he could.

  He didn’t think that was he was going to have to until he saw Griffin reaching for something in his back pocket. Wes knew that Griffin always carried a pocket knife with him and he wasn’t okay with Griffin escalating things like that.

  He certainly wasn’t okay with Griffin hurting Joseph. He didn’t think about it. He threw himself around Griffin, trying to tackle him to the ground. Then Griffin stood up, though Wes was wrapped around his waist and he was pushing him back, hitting himself up against the wall, but Wes had managed to get his pocket knife out of his pocket before he managed to use it.

  He handed it to Joseph, who was staring at him wide-eyed, and then everything went black.

  Chapter Eight

  Joseph watched Wes. He had finally fallen asleep and he looked almost peaceful.

  He was wearing pajamas that Joseph had bought him with Joseph’s shirt, because it smelled like him, Wes had said, and he wanted something to ground him.

  Joseph had run his hands over his hair and nodded, because of course that was okay. Anything that made him feel safe and grounded was okay.

  That was all that Joseph wanted now, to make sure that Wes knew that he was going to be okay no matter what.

  That was why he sat at the edge of the bed, still keeping watch on him, but saying nothing.

  He didn’t want to wake him too often, but it was important to make sure that he didn't sleep for too long because he might have had a concussion.

  Joseph knew that Wes wouldn't want him to go to the hospital, but he was tempted to anyway. Yet, every time that Wes opened his eyes, he begged Joseph not to take him, though he expressed concerned for what might have happened to Joseph.

  Joseph was fine. A little worse for wear, but nothing that he couldn’t handle. Once Griffin had been disarmed and Joseph had his phone out of his pocket, Wes’ original pack had backed down almost immediately.

  They were very few things that wolves were afraid of as much as law enforcement. After the fight was over, and Joseph had threatened to call the police, Wes hadn't woken up. Joseph wasn't sure if it was because he was exhausted or because he was hurt, but there was nothing that he could do about it right then either way.

  At the end of the fight, Griffin had challenged him, and they were going to have it out that night. Joseph wouldn’t claim the Omega for himself if he won him from the other alpha, but he would at least try to free him so that he could go do whatever he wanted.

  He closed his eyes as he remembered what he had walked in on. He didn’t know how he felt about it. It was a mix of burning hot anger at what Wes had been subjected to and sadness that it was what he had running away from when he had stumbled into Joseph’s home. When he had first gotten in the house, he could smell the fear along with the arousal in the air, but when it came to Wes's scent, Joseph had been able to tell right away that he was terrified.

  It had done more than just upset him, because Joseph knew that it was his fault that it had gotten that far in the first place.

  He should have never gone off by himself, and he should have never let Wes go off by himself either. He should have bit his neck, if that was what was going to protect him from that horrible pack.

  He had thought that Wes would be okay, but he had been wrong. He thought that he would have been there to protect him in case that something did ever happen, but he had been wrong about that too.

  Wes hadn’t been protected at all, even though Joseph had promised that he would do it, and because of that, he had almost paid dearly.

  Now it was daylight, and there were only a few hours left to go, and Joseph wasn't sure when Wes would seriously wake up, but he wasn’t willing to leave his side.

  They were in Joseph's bedroom, because Joseph didn’t feel good about leaving Wes in the guest bedroom after what had happened.

  He was sitting at the edge of the bed, looking at Wes, wondering what they would do after the fight happened. He had never tried to take over another alpha’s pack before. Joseph knew that he was strong, and he was a good wolf, who seemed to be younger and faster than the alpha from Wes’ original pack, but he might not be good enough for this.

  His chief concern was that Wes was extremely valuable to his original pack, because once a pack lost an omega, they would never recover him. He knew that meant that the alpha would give it everything that he had so that the pack could keep Wes.

  Joseph didn’t want to think about the possibility that he would have to give Wes back if he lost, though Wes hardly belonged to him. Those were just the terms that he had agreed to so that he could get those wolves out of his house as soon as possible.

  But he didn't think that he was going to lose.

  He couldn’t think that he was going to lose.

  If he lost, there was no chance t
hat he was handing Wes over. He would go against code, but he didn’t care about that. He would at least fight until the end to provide Wes the ability to escape.

  Even if it meant sacrificing himself, he would allow him the opportunity to leave. He would give him all his stuff, so that he could take it all. He had savings. He had money and a few properties. Wes would be okay for a few months until he figured everything out.

  All that he cared about was that he took Devin Bacon with him, because he couldn’t imagine leaving his pig with no one to care for him.

  Wes stirred and Joseph looked at him, a smile on his face. “Hey,” he said. “How are you feeling?”

  Wes shook his head, rubbing his eyes. He sat up. His hair was sticking to his face and his eyes were only half-open, clearly still sleepy, but at least he didn’t look like he was in pain.

  He set his gaze on Joseph before he spoke. “Honestly, I'm feeling a bit like a truck ran me over.”

  “That doesn’t surprise me,” Joseph said. “Do you want a cup of tea or something?”

  “No, I don’t—some water, actually, would be good.”

  Joseph nodded and set his gaze on the water bottle on the nightstand. Wes turned around to grab it and sighed, closing his eyes tightly. Even when he was stressed, Joseph could see how gorgeous he was. All that he wanted to do was protect him, make sure that he knew that everything was going to be okay.

  Whatever was going to happen to Joseph didn’t matter. Everything was going to be okay for Wes, whether he had to fight to his last breath to make it okay.

  Wes took a sip of water, some dribbling down his chin. He removed the bottle from his mouth and closed his eyes. “I think I didn’t realize how thirsty I was.”

  Joseph nodded. “That happens.”

  Wes set his gaze on him. “Joseph?”

  “What is it?”

  “I want you know that I'm okay,” Wes said. He reached out and grabbed Joseph’s hand. His hand was soft and warm against Joseph’s and Joseph was a little startled at his touch.