Omega Bound Chapter 129

Cyrus

Driving home with Damon and Thane would be more entertaining if my Fireball was here. I am sprawled out in the back seat while Damon drives and Thane probably has mind-link fantasies with Ayla. I pull out my phone, driven by boredom and jealousy to remind my own mate that I am still here.

*Me: What is my Fireball doing today?*

*Fireball: Not that it is any of your business, but we just left the heat clinic.*

I shoot up in my seat, kicking Damon in the back of the head with my feet as I try to compose myself. "Hey, what the hell man?" Damon yells out while rubbing the back of his head.

"Raven just said 'we left the heat clinic' when I asked her what she was doing."

"What?" Thane yells out, turning back to me. I am sure his mind is reeling with thoughts of his mate in one after what she went through. Not the same clinic, but the meaning is still there.

"Is Ayla with her? What were they doing? What is going on?" He starts firing off questions I can't answer.

"I don't know. Mind-link your mate you royal pain in my ass."

"You are the pain in my ass." he shouts back.

"Original. Do you think she knows that I used to work there? Oh man. This could be really bad."

"Didn't she set your car on fire? Oh, you are going to be in for it when you get back! I can't wait to see this." Damon offers his words of wisdom, and I quickly slap him on the back of the head. "Ow man, what was that for?"

"Don't talk about my mate dick."

"He's right. You will understand eventually." Thane comments and I nodded in agreement.

Okay. I am not going to freak out.

Well, I might a little.

It's fine.

It was before her.

They meant nothing.

I don't even see them around.

Well, not entirely.

Okay, I better leave that out.

Nope, spiraling.

Losing it.

This is it.

She's going to leave. "Cyrus, calm down." Thane snaps me out of it. I must have been rambling aloud.

Thane is looking at me like a wounded puppy. Great. Now I am a freaking pity party. Party of one back here.

Nothing to see.

Nothing at all.

*Me: How was your visit?*

*Fireball: Great. Learned you are an alpha-slut.*

*"She knows! She knows! I repeat, she knows!"* I yell out while running my hands through my hair, contemplating how to fix this.

"So what? What is the big deal? Play up the nobility behind the act of volunteering." Damon shrugs.

"Nobility? I knot she-wolves all night long. No mate wants to think of their other half banging other wolves. No matter the circumstances. I am screwed."

"Maybe she won't care." Thane states.

"Won't care? She is MY mate. That should be the first clue that this won't go over well." Damon laughs causing me to smack him again.

"Stop smacking me."

"Stop doing stupid shit. This is serious. She called me an 'alpha slut'." That causes them both to laugh and I realize that they will be no help. "I hope you find your mate and she is the opposite of you. I hope she's super freaking messy and unkempt. I hope she trashes your whole apartment you sterile hippy." I grit out to Damon. He is obsessively clean. Probably not a disorder, but very organized. He can't stand his little world being messed with.

"That shit is just mean."

"Exactly." I reply.

*Me: Retired alpha-slut. No more shifts for me baby. Only you.*

*Fireball: No me.*

*Me: When will you understand it is only you for me baby. My heart is in agony without you right now.*

*Fireball: Spare me.*

*Me: I mean it.*

*Fireball: And I mean it when I tell you that I can't give you what you want Cyrus.*

*Me: You can, you are just too scared of doing it. Scared I will reject you? Or are you scared that I would get tired of you and throw you away?*

*Fireball: I am not afraid, and it doesn't matter.*

*Me: You don't have to pretend tough with me Raven.*

*Fireball: I am not pretending.*

*Me: You are enough. You are what I want. You will always be what I want.*

Maybe I am being too serious. I had this whole plan of playing slightly hard to get and letting the tension amp up doing battle training to the point she can't handle it anymore and then we bang on the mats or something making it official, but this whole conversation has my stomach twisted up in knots. I am feeling all this crap I don't normally deal with ever and I hate it. Maybe it's how she is feeling dealing with the rejection and crap on her side. I wouldn't know because she won't talk to me.

"She will." Thane interjects and now I am confused. "She will come around Cyrus. She hasn't left yet, has she? It will take longer is all." I needed the reminder.

*Me: We are on our way back. We can talk more about this when I return if you are willing.*

*Fireball: I am not.*

*Me: Damn it Fireball. Fine. But your fine ass better plan on training. I won't take it easy on you just because you are my mate.*

*Fireball: You won't be training me for anything.*

*Me: You are right. I don't have to train you. You can train and show off for someone else while I play with all my C4.*

"Females dig explosives, right? Like the thought of blowing shit up wets their panties?" I ask the other two.

"Umm...actually I don't think so. I mean, I know I am not mated, but I don't remember ever hearing that she-wolves like bombs." Damon states, taking a corner too fast. He's on thin ice with me and I about to whoop his ass in this car.

"If you are talking about females getting hot and bothered thinking about a strong Alpha doing strong Alpha shit then yes. If you are talking just the act of blowing shit up, no. However, this is your mate, and she is a trained fighter, so it's 50/50 I'd say." Thane states and my phone chimes again.

*Fireball: I will let you train me some if you teach me about using C4.*

*Me: I will teach your about C4 A LOT if you let me train you A LOT.*

*Fireball: Maybe.*

"Ohhhhh I think she likes it. Yes!" I fist pump the air and relax back in my seat, reveling in the idea I may salvage this mate bond after all.

"Of course she does." Thane says, but I am too busy fantasizing about my mate, hot, half naked, and in a choke hold. No, too serious. Pinned down under me. Perfect.

*Fireball: Ayla reminded me of something I didn't think about.*

*Me: What?*

*Fireball: Mate induced first heat.*

*Me: Okaaaaaaayyyyy. Forgot about that tidbit of info. Did you already have one? You know when the nameless Alpha to be murdered soon and your bond flared?*

*Fireball: No.*