Chapter 4: As ordered

•NELSON•

“Alpha Nelson…” Derick’s voice cut through my head without warning, sharp through the mind link, and every instinct in me went on alert immediately. Not because of what he said. But because of what I was holding in my arms.

My mate.

I tightened my grip slightly around him as I moved through the wreckage, ignoring the smoke, the faint crackling of dying flames, the scent of blood thick in the air.

“I need space,” I muttered under my breath, already scanning for somewhere more hidden, somewhere safer.

Because right now? I trusted no one but my twin.

“The last existing omega has been killed as ordered.” Derick’s voice came again now more efficient. Like he was reporting a successful hunt. Everything in me went still.

“Fuck.” The word came out loud, rough, dragging Jason’s attention instantly. He turned to me, his eyes sharp, alert.

“Is he still bleeding?” he asked quickly, already moving closer, his focus snapping back to the man in my arms.

I shook my head once. “That’s not it.” My voice dropped, heavier now.

“We… indirectly ordered our mate to be killed.”

For a second, Jason didn’t react. Then his expression shifted.

“What?” he said, frowning. “When the hell did we—”

He stopped mid-sentence. I watched it hit him.

That realization. And when it did? His face hardened.

“That means…” he exhaled slowly, looking down at the unconscious man between us.

“…everyone believes he’s dead.”

I nodded once.

“Burnt with the rest of the passengers.” Silence stretched between us for a second.

Now the entire werewolf world believes no male omega exists. Then no one would be looking for him. No one would question his disappearance.

No one would suspect.

Jason let out a low breath, dragging a hand through his hair.

“Well,” he muttered, “that’s one problem solved.”

I didn’t respond immediately. Because another problem was already rising.

Bigger and more dangerous.

“We take him to the pack house.” Jason’s head snapped toward me so fast it almost made me laugh.

“You just said I was the crazy one earlier,” he said flatly.

“I were,” I replied without missing a beat. “Now I’m correcting myself.”

He stared at me for a second. Then let out a dry, disbelieving laugh.

“You want to take a male omega… into our territory… into the pack house… filled with wolves who would rip him apart just for existing.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

He shook his head, already pacing slightly.

“Nelson, that’s not just risky. That’s stupid.”

“The last place they would expect to find an omega,” I said calmly, cutting him off, “is in the Alpha King’s bedroom.”

That made him pause. Not fully convinced. But thinking. I saw it.

That moment where logic starts replacing reaction.

“A man in our room,” he said slowly, narrowing his eyes at me, “is basically announcing to the entire pack that we’re into men.”

I shrugged slightly.

“Then let them think.”

His gaze sharpened.

“You’re forgetting something.”

“I’m not.”

“The whole reason make omega killings started centuries ago,” he continued, his voice lower now, heavier, “was to stop exactly that.”

I held his gaze.

“Then they’ll have to deal with it.” Then I added, quieter this time but no less firm, “Or they don’t find out.”

That did it.

Jason exhaled slowly, his shoulders dropping just slightly as his mind caught up with mine.

“They don’t stay in our room,” he said after a moment.

I nodded.

“They don’t.”

His eyes met mine again.

“That hidden room.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips.

“Exactly.” The room next to ours. Connected through a shared bathroom no one knew about.

Not the beta.

Not the gamma.

No one.

It was built for emergencies. For secrets. For situations exactly like this.

Jason let out a quiet breath.

“You’ve been waiting your whole life to use that room, haven’t you?”

“Not like this.”

He huffed.

“Yeah. Same.” Then he went still for a second, his eyes unfocused slightly.

Mind linking.

When he came back, his expression was sharper.

“Our floor is cleared,” he said. “I just mind-linked my beta. No one is allowed in our floor in the next few hours.”

Good.

That was good, the longer we stayed out here, the worse things would get.

I adjusted my hold on our mate, lifting him slightly higher, his head falling against my shoulder as a weak breath escaped his lips.

Too weak.

Still too weak.

“Let’s move.”

Jason didn’t argue this time. We shifted fast. Through the trees.

Avoiding the main paths. Because even if no one was looking for him. That didn’t mean they wouldn’t notice him. The pack house came into view faster than I expected.

Tall.

Dominant.

A structure built on power and control.

Home.

And right now?

A place that could either protect him…

Or destroy him.

We didn’t slow down, we made it straight through the private entrance and past the guards who lowered their heads in respect but didn’t dare ask questions. And considering our mate smells nothing like an omega made things easier for us.

We carried him up the stairs, down the hallway into our floor that my twin and I always share when we are sharing a woman.

Jason moved ahead, opening the door before I even reached it. We stepped inside. And the moment the door shut behind us…

The world outside stopped existing.

“Put him down,” Jason said quickly, already moving toward the hidden door. I didn’t hesitate. I carried him straight into the room, laying him carefully on the bed, my eyes scanning his body immediately.

Something was wrong. I could feel it before I even touched him.

“Jason.”

My voice was sharper this time.

Urgent. He turned instantly.

“What?”

I didn’t answer. I just placed my hand against our mate’s forehead.

And froze.

“Shit.”

Jason was beside me in seconds.

“What is it?”

“He’s burning.”

Not slightly heated. Burning. Like his body was fighting something it couldn’t win. Jason’s expression darkened immediately as he reached out, checking for himself.

“His fever just spiked,” he muttered, his voice tightening.

“That’s not normal.”

No.

It wasn’t.

Not after stabilizing him. This wasn’t injury anymore. It was like is body was rejecting his new environment. His body shifted slightly under our touch, a weak sound escaping him, barely there but enough to make something inside me react.

“Do something,” Jason said, his voice lower now, more controlled but no less urgent.

“I am.” I pushed more energy into him again, carefully this time, slower, trying to ease whatever was happening inside him.

But the moment my energy touched him, It twisted. His body didn’t accept or reject it, it felt like his body didn’t know what to do with it.

“What the hell…” I muttered under my breath.

Jason saw it.

“Fuck, him not having a wolf is making things worst, he has no being to accept the energy I to his body ,” he said again, more tense this time.

“I know.”

“What do we do.” He asks tensed which was unlike him

“Mark him” I muttered.