All Chapters of Marked In His Rut: The Alpha's Forgotten Omega: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

CHARLES. His warm mouth was pressing on the side of my neck, yanking me right out of sleep. Martin's breath came in hot and steady on my skin. I turned in the covers and let out a little moan before I could stop myself. His hand traced the length of my exposed torso before his fingers reached down to my stomach while I could feel his hardness pressing into me with that grinding motion. "Martin," I said, my voice raspy. But my body did not care, arching into the touch. He continued to kiss and then bite my skin on my collar bone, and I knew that I had to put an end to this if I wanted us to get out of bed today. Every morning it was like this for Martin; he woke up hungry and touching me everywhere without restraint. I pushed him away, but he did not move. "Wait. Give me some space, please." He stopped, his lips still close to my skin, then pulled back to look at me. His eyes looked dark, chest moving fast. "You sure? That moan sounded like you wanted more." "I do," I told him

CHARLES.Surely, there was stupidity and narcissism but having the same kind in one breed was another level of being an asshole and Draven was it. He didn't withdraw his hands and kept smiling like he was the president of the universe. I threw him one more salty look ignoring his hand once more and Henry cleared his throat. If Draven was dust then I would rather have to fly than ever land in it. I turned my head away from him and picked up my glass ready to spill its content on him if he didn't leave. He must have noticed my aim and dropped his hand, putting it into his pocket and never once took that smug smile off his face. “I'll see you around,” he said and walked off. He could bet in hell I wasn't planning to see him. I didn't need his fake bullshit personality bugging me tonight. Henry leaned closer across the table with a whisper. “What was that all about? Wasn't he like your friend or something?”“No, he wasn't. I don't know who he is.” I blurted. “Yeah. And I'm the sun.”

MARTIN.I leaned against the car hood, my arms crossed tight, checking my watch for the tenth time. He said five minutes but it had turned into fifteen. Has something gone wrong? Did he get hurt? Maybe, I should go in to check but I had no invitation. Ah, screw it. I checked my phone. Twenty minutes had gone by and there was no sign of him. The hotel lights looked too bright and the valet guys kept glancing my way. Charles said he was fine. He had assured me he would be out in five minutes. He was probably saying goodbye to some friends but wasn't that taking too long?My gut wouldn't settle. I started walking toward the entrance, my shoes hitting the pavement hard.Halfway there I stopped. What if I barged in and embarrassed him? He finally felt ready for this. I didn't want to be the guy who made him feel watched or weak. I turned back to the car and forced myself to wait. My fingers drummed on the roof. Come on, Charles. Just text me you're heading out.My phone rang. Charles' na

RAYMOND.My bare feet slapping the cool tiles of the living room floor as I paced back and forth. I could feel the rage bubbling inside me and shaking my very hands. I heard Charles again. He called Martin his boyfriend. He pushed me away as if I was the enemy. I stopped walking in front of the sofa and dragged my fingers through my hair.Zane was standing next to the arch, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze following me. "Start talking, Raymond. Who touched Charles?"I turned to look at him and started talking. "Some prick from his high school, Draven. He cornered him in the restroom during the reunion and tried to rape him. He ripped off his clothes and had him trapped when Martin arrived."The muscles of Zane's jaw twitched and tension filled the air around us, but I saw his posture changing, how he squared his shoulders. "And where were you in all that?""Here. With Damien." I waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the staircase. "I told him not to go. I knew it wasn't go

CHARLES.I sat on the edge of the bed and brought the small first aid box closer to myself. Martin's lip was already bleeding after the punch by Raymond. Small amounts of blood were still flowing down his chin. I grabbed a piece of fresh cotton and put it on the cut. He did not move a muscle despite the pain. His gaze followed mine all the time."Hold this," I ordered in a strained voice. I did not look into his eyes for a while yet. My hands trembled a little while trying to clean the blood off his face. The feeling of anger made me upset because I did not understand how Raymond could do such a thing. It was unacceptable.Martin suddenly grabbed my hand and pressed his fingers to my wrist. "Breathe with me," he whispered. I tried to break away, but he did not let me do that, pressing me lightly."I am alright," I murmured in a trembling voice."You are not," he assured me. Martin drew me closer to himself until I sat next to him. "Charles, your brother is loving you. He does. He simp