All Chapters of Marked In His Rut: The Alpha's Forgotten Omega: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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41: Something's Wrong.

ZANE:I felt off as soon as Mirabel pressed herself even more into my side as we danced. Her perfume was too strong, too heavy, and overpowered everything else.I tried to tell myself that I was just being ridiculous, that it was just the crowd, the wine, and the music, but I felt off nonetheless. I thought of Sora. I thought of his warm skin between my hands, of his trembling as I pressed him back into the wall, of his little broken sound as I kissed his neck. Heat flared in my gut. I clenched my jaw. ‘Stop daydreaming. You are not a horny teenager. Get a grip.’I blinked hard. The colors swirled at the edges of my vision. My heart was pounding in my ears, too loud, too fast.Mirabelle's grip on my shoulder tightened. “Zane? You okay?”“Yeah,” I said, forcing the word out. “I’m fine.”And that was when I heard that voice again, ripping through my skull like a hot knife through butter.(“Let me out! Zane!”)I took a deep breath. “No,” I muttered quietly.. “No, not right now. I need

42: The Decision.

ZANE:I got out of the car, and caught Damien sneering. I rolled my eyes. He wasn't my problem today. The air felt thick the second we walked in. I sat down in the first chair my legs could find, still trying to shake the drive and the call from Mother.Cole leaned up against the wall, crossing his arms. Damien paced by the window like he was waiting for a fight to start. He always did. And I had a proof plan. It was simple and efficient. Pretend he doesn't exist.Mom came into the room a few seconds later.She went straight to us, hugged Cole, then me, then went for Damien. He let her put her arms around him, but he straightened. Her eyes came up to his face. His bruise had gotten a bit darker, maybe faded than the last time but he still had a dark circle under his eyes that had now turned a nasty purple. “What happened to your face?” she asked.Damien just shrugged his shoulders. “Ah” he gave the dramatic effect of a tone and began the drama. “I don't know,” his eyes turned to me.

43: Choices and Calls.

ZANEI stared at mom the second the words left her mouth. “No. I don’t want it.”Ma didn’t blink. “It’s for the best, Zane.”I ran a hand through my hair, tugging hard. “You could have told me earlier.”“So, you'll refuse?” Her voice turned raspy. I said nothing. I wanted a chance to prepare. And refusing was also an option. Damien let out a loud laugh, and everyone in the room turned his way. “You picked the guy who doesn’t even want the title? Brilliant, Ma. Really brilliant.”Mom’s face hardened. “I picked Zane because he earned it. Not because he’s the eldest. He’ll make a better leader than anyone in this room.”Damien’s laugh died. “Wow. How terrific. So, I'm supposed to be happy about that situation. Really, mom? Are you just saying that to make yourself feel better about your choice? Or just to piss us all off more by calling us worthless when we’ve followed every order you’ve barked at us like the drill sergeant you are?”Cole stepped forward, his hand on Damien’s shoulder.

44: Burning Trouble.

SORAGoddess save me. If this child of mine didn't kill me then I was going to live past eighty. My heart was thudding in my chest, thudding against my ribs to the point where I thought they would snap in two. Beauty was already halfway down the hall, her laughter echoing as she obviously thought this was the best game of telephone she'd ever played, the phone clutched tightly in her two small hands.“Bee! Bee! Come back here right now!”Her laughter grew even louder and she darted around the corner of the hall. I chased after her, my bare feet slapping against the marble floor as my panic grew with each step.She darted around the corner and straight into Mirabelle’s legs.I swallowed. My hands were shaking as I watched the phone fall from her hands and hit the floor.Beauty looked up at me with those huge eyes and said, “Sorry, Miss Mirabelle.”I dropped to my knees beside her, my words tumbling out in a rush of apology. “I am so sorry—she didn’t mean to do that. She was just playi

45: Trapped.

SORAWhat is he doing? He better not. Oh, no. Damien’s thumb was resting on my cheek. His face was coming closer and closer to mine. The smell of his sharp cologne mixed with something deeper, something hungry.My heart was pounding so hard it was hurting.His head was tilted, his mouth was open.Step away you crazy man. I put my hands on his chest and tried my best to push him away.He stayed still like a stone, grinning. “Feisty,” he said.The fear was starting to rise in my throat. I stepped back and grabbed the tray on the counter and pulled it down.It was very loud as it hit the floor and everything on the tray rolled.There were footsteps coming from the hallway.Damien stepped back immediately and put up his hands in defense.Jane came into the room and looked concerned. “What was going on?”Damien shrugged his shoulders and walked out.Jane looked at me when Damien was out of sight. “Okay, spill. What was going on? What was going on in there? And why was Damien looking at

46: Sealed Lips.

MIRABELLE:The coffee in my cup had gone cold twenty minutes ago. I was still holding it between my palms as if it were my lifeline as I listened to my voicemail greeting for the fourth time in a row.“Zane Blaster. Leave a message.”I pressed the red button hard enough to force my thumbnail backward.I made one more call and groaned when it went to voicemail again. I pressed my thumbnail against my lip and bit hard enough to taste my blood.I was not giving up. I scrolled through my contacts and found Martin’s number, and dialled it before I could change my mind.“Where is Zane?” I asked without a prelude.Martin let out a sigh through his nose. “Mistress. I don't know.”“I didn’t ask for your opinion. I asked where.”“He’s busy, Mirabelle. And I’m not his secretary.”I let my voice dip low and smooth and deadly. “You’ll do whatever I need you to do. I need you to find him. I’m not letting him get away after I’ve got him interested.”“That’s going to cost extra.”I let out a sharp l

47: The Demon Within.

ZANE: I’d been ignoring Mirabelle’s calls all day. The phone had been lighting up on the nightstand like it had a personal grudge against me, buzzing every few minutes until I finally flipped it face down. I hoped it would end if I ignored it a bit longer, she would quit. I wasn’t in the mood for her whiny childlike voice or her incessant questions about where I’d been. Why did she even like me? Wasn’t it obvious that I didn’t see her as someone I was attracted to? What other signs did she need before she opened her eyes? Some women were sure blind when it came to picking life partners.She was either hopeless or wanted something. The door creaked open behind me. Cole stepped inside, already raising his eyebrows at the sound of another incoming call. “Bro. Are you going to get that?” He understood from my unfazed stare at my phone ringing, I didn't want to. “Pick that up, man. It’s been going off nonstop.” “I’m busy.” I muttered without even bothering to look at the scr

48: Demon Reveal.

ZANE: Lara shook her head. “So, I have heard. But, you know me, old friend. I don’t rush into things like that. Before I make my decision, I need to observe him for a few days.” I was about to jump up. “A few days?” This wasn't going to work. I'll handle it on my own. “Unless,” Lara went on like we hadn’t even spoken, “you want your demon half and your wolf half to fight each other for eternity.”I looked at Mom. “What is she even talking about? Demon? I’m an alpha, I shouldn't have a demon.” Mom looked sad, and I let the words flow. “Wait. Mom. Don't tell me…Did you cheat?” Mom looked like she had just been punched. “I have never cheated on your father. Even when I wanted to—because he was a goddamn devil.” “Then what—” Mom took a deep breath. “I have demon blood in me.” “Ah, great,” my hand covered my forehead as I processed everything. Not today Satan. Not in a million years. “Mom. This isn't the right time for your fantasy lores,” I spat. “Zane, I'm not lying.”My ha

49: Dizzy Delusions.

SORA. I put it directly on my tongue, its taste making me gag even before I had a chance to think twice about what I had done. The little blue box glared at me from its resting place in my sink, as if it knew exactly what kind of trouble it had just gotten me in. I raised the cup of water to my lips, gulping it down quickly in three large gulps. Instead of numbness flowing through my system, however, my room spun around in a circle to the side, my knees buckling for half a second before dizziness hit me like a truck. Goddess, not now. I slapped my cheeks lightly once, twice, hard enough to sting but not hard enough to bruise. “Stay awake, Sora. You have a job. Beauty’s waiting. Just breathe.” I shook my head hard, forcing a smile onto my face as I stepped out of my room as if everything was normal. I floated down the hallway towards the tutor room where Adams would hopefully still be finishing up Beauty’s lessons. My feet glided across the floor as if the floor itself had tu

50: How Much Can You Spy?

SORA. That was it. I had enough of his shenanigans. I didn't care if he was stronger.All I wanted was for this asshole to leave but he wouldn't. Damien was a prick in the ass. I clenched my fists, breathing, panting silently as I lost my cool. His body inched closer, making my body weaker. He knew what he was doing. Son of a donkey. My lungs were working overtime to draw air. His arms were still at his sides, but his eyes... his eyes were still burning with desire. “Now,” he said, his voice smooth as honey, “what do I do with you?” Nothing, absolutely nothing. No. How about you get yourself out of my face. My mind kept throwing answers but I just couldn't force them out of my lips. Say it. Goddamn it. But Beauty… still needed me alive. Say it! “Move,” I forced out. “What?” He asked, his eyelids blinking with surprise. “Move,” I repeated. “I need to work.”The shock drained from his face and…Dear God, please no. He took another step forward, like he wanted to become me.

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