Jael swept out of his room, striding down the hallways with quick steps.
Asher’s text had been just two words.
But it was enough to get him moving, adrenaline pumping. He didn’t even stop to figure out why he had gotten the cryptic text.
Maybe it was because he could feel the desperation ringing off those two simple words.
He slammed open the door, not sure what to expect but it wasn’t a crazed-eyed Alpha gripping tightly to the armrests of his chair.
Jael slowed down now, closing the door gently. "Asher? What’s going on?"
Asher’s frantic gaze snapped to his, "I need you to tie me down."
His tone was startlingly measured considering he looked completely feral, muscles straining.
"What the hell?" Jael broke the tense air, his voice loud in shock.
"I need you to... fuck... please."
That snapped Jael into motion, Asher never begged, but that wasn’t the reason he moved forward and brought out his phone to call for backup.
It was the visceral fear in those painfully familiar hazel-gold eyes. He had seen that look before... in Asher’s father’s eyes.
Caspian didn’t move for what felt like hours, his body growing numb from his uncomfortable position.
The bed soaked up his tears, leaving nothing behind but a damp spot.
He should get up, get dressed and get the fuck out before Asher returned and shot him but he found that he couldn’t move.
He didn’t even fear the thought of death, he would welcome it.
It was strange... it didn’t hurt this much when it was Noah, and the Alpha made sure to remind him every waking moment that he might be an Omega but he was still a man.
So why did it hurt so much? The throbbing pain in his shoulder faded to the background because of how much it hurt.
It felt like his heart was in a clawed hand, sharp nails digging cruelly into the frantically beating organ.
He half wished that Asher had ripped his throat out... that Asher had said something... anything.
Caspian eventually had to pick himself up, still holding onto the tattered sweater barely hanging off his skin.
Without his underwear, his cock hung free, nausea climbing up his throat as he headed for the closet.
He frantically took off the rest of his clothes, he never wanted to wear a skirt again.
He put on a robe and solemnly walked back to the bedroom, sitting on one of the couches and staring at the blank screen of the TV.
Caspian knew that he needed to take a shower, to wash the tears off his face and the blood on his shoulder but he didn’t trust that he wouldn’t try to drown himself in the pool.
Even as he sat on the couch, he felt a pull to the windows, not to escape, but to hopefully jump to his death.
He didn’t move from his spot on the couch, however, sitting stiffly, waiting for his verdict.
Asher would be back eventually, and then he would know his fate.
Jael had a stern expression on as he watched Asher try to get out of the chair he had been strapped to.
The metal chair was bolted to the ground so there was no chance of that but his body seemed to try of its own volition.
He had sent out the slew of men he had needed to hold his boss down. He knew Asher was strong but damn, he didn’t want to have to fight for his life against him.
Jael didn’t know just how much effort Asher had been using to hold himself back until he stopped trying.
He had dashed for the door so fast that the men had barely been able to stop him, refusing to go down until there were at least five on him.
"Do I get an explanation?" He asked, wisely keeping some distance between him and Asher.
"Do you need one?" Asher asked in return, sounding completely worn out.
Jael sighed and scratched his hair because no, he didn’t. He had grown up with Asher, there was very little he didn’t know.
"I’ve got to get in contact with Gage," He straightened up, tasting panic.
"No. I don’t want to fucking see him." Asher spat out.
"But your dad is the only one with an explanation and hopefully a fucking solution-"
At that, Asher threw his head back and laughed, the sound completely devoid of humor.
"A solution? Yeah, right." He muttered, eyes dim.
"Okay, maybe not a solution..." Jael quickly retracted, the worry marks on his brows becoming more prominent.
"And not an explanation either. Blaming genetics doesn’t fucking cut it." Asher tagged on.
"So what do you plan to do?" Jael had to ask, already out of options.
"Sit here until I can fucking control my own body."
"And?" The Beta prompted.
Asher’s hazel gold eyes narrowed, his dress shirt almost unbuttoned all the way down. "What are you planning?"
"I’m getting rid of the Omega," Jael admitted bluntly, holding the Mafia King’s gaze.
Asher’s stare burned, the leather straps and the metal chairs straining as he tried to break free.
"Don’t you fucking dare!"
"I’m not letting you turn into your father!" Jael bit back. "You aren’t mated, we can still fix this." He added in a much gentler tone, taking a step back.
"So just sit tight, I’ll handle everything." He concluded, starting for the door.
Jael ignored the infuriated yells of his name, closing the reinforced door and making sure to lock it.
The interrogation room was in the basement so it was designed for loud sounds, Asher’s voice getting muffled.
He didn’t break his stride as he started for the ground floor, heading to Asher’s bedroom.
He should have picked up on this from the start. Asher barely hooked up with the same woman twice, and he had never brought a single one to the mansion.
Yet he had been more than willing to give up his bedroom for some Omega he bought at a auction, sharing his bed with ease.