All Chapters of Marked In His Rut: The Alpha's Forgotten Omega: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

RAYMOND.I quietly shut the front door behind me and walked the length of the hall into our bed chamber. All the lights were off, except for a low lamp on Damien’s side of the bed. He sat at the head of his bed, phone in hands. His hair was still slightly wet from a shower before. At first, he said nothing but looked up when I walked in.I hung my head over the side of the bed and pulled out my own phone. The image that Martin had sent was still on the monitor. I looked straight at it, and the anger had come back into my chest like it never left.Damien moved behind me. I felt his arms surround my waist. His chest pushed into my back.“You’re angry,” he said.He caught me. How? I do not know but if I was going to get past him in the future then I had to practice learning how to be more chill than normal and that was very much impossible. “I’m not.”“Yes you are. Your shoulders are locked. You walked in and haven’t looked at me since. He held his arms out near me. “What happened outsid

RAYMOND. Walking into Zane's office, I couldn't wipe the smile from my face. Light was streaming through the large windows. There were papers stacked on his desk. He lifted his head from the file and arched an eyebrow."Morning, boss." I settled into the chair opposite him. "You look sharp today. Your suit suits you more than the previous one.""Boss? You don't work under me, idiot," Zane said, putting the file down. "You are in a good mood.""The best mood ever. Today is going to be easy at work. The weather is fine. I feel like taking a break for a couple of hours. I have something to do."His back straightened. His eyes remained fixed on me. "Something?""Exactly. Just an errand. Don't worry. Something small." I leaned back in the chair. "I've been spending time in this room all week long. Go on, let me go. I'll come back with coffee. With extra cream."Zane didn't say a word. He only stared at me without blinking. "What are you planning, Raymond?""I'm planning nothing. I want s

MARTIN. A woman's angelic opera voice sang in my ears, easing the fire that had started days ago. And I snapped out of it. There was no music in reality. It was my mind replying to the calmest music I knew to keep me grounded because I was close to exploding. Right in front of me was Massimus, with his cheeky smile even with his messy appearance. I had my grip on Massimus’s shirt, keeping his body a bit higher than its regular height. His feet dangled off the floor and his lips parted letting blood mixed with saliva drip down his face and onto my knuckles. And he wouldn't stop grinning. Raymond was close to Zane, taking the napkin Zane had offered to clean his hands. “What do you say? Do we help him finish him off or leave them to have a nice talk?”“They are evenly matched,” Zane breathed. “Martin..” he called. My head tilted to his side. And Massimus threw a punch but I caught it and held tight over his hand while he groaned loudly. “Yes,” I answered Zane. Zane took a step cl

MARTIN.I took zip ties from my pocket — the ones I picked up from a fallen guard previously, and tied Massimus’s hands together then his feet while he struggled. I struck him in the side of his head and he slumped. Raymond and I managed to drag him up and hauled him out to the nearest black SUV which belonged to Massimus’s own people; the brainwashed drivers were sitting in front of the cars with the engines running. Zane pointed at two of them. “Drive. Follow the lead car. Make no stops.” They were bobbing like marionettes. I pushed Massimus into the back seat with me while Raymond got into the front seat and Zane drove the other car along with two of his own people. Off we went. The mansion belonging to Massimus was located about twenty minutes away near the industrial part of the area, which had very high walls, an electronic gate, and cameras everywhere. The other car pulled up to the gates; the scanner recognized the plates as Massimus’s, the gates opened, and the guards w

RAYMOND. Draven’s right arm was already locked in my grip. One clean snap and it would be done. I tightened my hold. “Raymond—stop!” Charles’s voice cut through the night air like a blade. I froze. He came down the front steps fast, eyes locked on me. When he reached us he put his hand on my arm – light, but firm. “Let him go.” I looked at him for half a second. Then I opened my fingers. Draven hit the gravel hard. The second he was free he scrambled forward on his hands and knees and latched onto Charles’s leg like a drowning man. “Thank you – thank you – Charles, please…forgive me – I’m so sorry—” Charles didn’t pull away immediately. He just stared down at the mess of blood and tears clinging to his pants. “I can’t forgive you easily,” he said, voice quiet but steady. “It’s going to take time. A long time. But I never want to see your face again.” Draven’s shoulders shook harder. Charles lifted his eyes to me. “Let him live.” Then he turned his head and lo