The Omega For Sale

Greyson’s POV:

I flew out of the bed and dashed in the direction of Jessy’s room where I found my daughter sitting on the floor at the end of the bed with her blanket clutched in her hands and her green bunny in a death grip on her other hand and tears streaming down her face.

The moment she noticed my presence in the room, she immediately stood from her position, dropping everything that she had been holding on to and running into my arms.

I had never seen Jessy so upset, she was literally bawling out her eyes and she looked inconsolable. She was in no headspace to tell me what was wrong so I didn’t push her, instead I kept my arms around her in a hug as tight as I could go without hurting her.

“It’s okay baby. You’re fine. I’m here now.” I whispered comfortingly to her and while I was still talking Emilia burst into the room.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

The former maid looked like she had also been having a terrifying dream or maybe she had just woken up in shock from Jessy’s scream but her eyes were blown wide with fear and she had beads of sweat covering her forehead.

“Mommy’s in big trouble.” Jessy finally said but before I could ask her for more details she began bawling her eyes out again.

“What do you mean baby? Can you tell me what happened? Did you have a bad dream?” I asked but Jessy only continued to cry.

“I-I think you have to listen to her Master. I think something really wrong is happening.” Emilia chirped in.

Before I could respond at all, the door to the room was being pushed open and Smith was bursting in with the same look that had been on Emilia’s face when she had first come into the room.

“We have to move Greyson, something fucked up is happening with Freya. I already gathered the men we need, we’ll have to take a shortcut and hope for the best.” Smith said in one breath that if it were not for the fact that he was the only one talking and the room was really quiet, I might not have captured all that he had said.

I stood from my position immediately but Jessy held on to me.

“Jess, I need to go now. You stay here with Emilia and Simon and I’ll be back okay?” I tried my best to sound comforting but I don’t think the upset four years old was having it.

Thankfully all the ruckus had woken Simon and the boy had slipped into the room at some point. He came up to us and took Jessy’s little hands in his, without a word he gently pulled his friend and she went with him, letting go of my pajamas bottom that she had formerly held on to.

I rushed out of her room and into mine and began shuffling through a change of clothes. Different questions ran through my head.

I had seen Estel in my dreams. After her death, not once had I ever had a dream of her not even in the days following her death. I had even prayed the the Goddess at a point to let me meet her in my dreams again just so I could be with her in that way again but that request had never been met.

So it felt rather strange that I was having this dream about her coming into my room and even speaking to me.

The what felt weirder was that Jessy had obviously had a nightmare that involved Freya, I couldn’t be sure of the details but I just knew she had, maybe that wasn’t weird because Jessy was her child and they shared that connection.

But Smith and Emilia? Now those two were very different stories. But I didn’t have the time to ponder on it.

“Let’s move.” I said to Smith the moment I stepped out of the room.

“Take care of them, we’ll be home soon.” I said to Emilia and the girl nodded her head in understanding bringing the two children who were now clutched at her side even closer.

True to his words, Smith had gathered a couple of men and they were standing in front of the house waiting for us.

“Something is going terribly wrong at the moment and we don’t have much time, the initial plan was to travel to Red point by car but that’s not going to work anymore. We’ll take the woods and go in our wolf forms so we get there quicker and when we do, we spread out and start searching the town.”

The men confirmed my words and then transforming into our huge wolves form we made a mad dash for the woods.

The moonlight was shining brightly above us and it helped to light up that way as we move. Adrenaline pumped through my vein the closer we got to the destination and I could only pray that Freya was alright, I could only hope that whatever was happening wasn’t completed before we got there.

We were almost nearing the borders that crossed into Red point when my ears prickled and I heard it. Sounds of footsteps but they didn’t belong to the men running behind me, this one sounded like they were approaching us.

This part of the woods were very dangerous and no one in their right senses wanted to travel through them alone. I halted in my spot and the men traveling with me also did the same.

Soon a figure appeared and I immediately caught their face.

Naomi.

With an angry howl, I charged towards her and knocked her off her feet, placing a giant paw on her chest and keeping the pressure there to make sure she didn’t move. On a closer look she had tears streaming down her face and didn’t look like she had any intentions of moving.

“I’m sorry, I swear I am, I don’t know what came over me. I was sad and angry, b-but I changed my mind. I was coming to get help, they are going to start the ritual to get her womb soon, you have to hurry please.” She said in one breath.

And at her words I released her immediately. The first thing on my mind was to kill her and rip her heart out straight from her chest, but I needed to consider other things.

Instead of spending hours raiding the town and giving the criminals a heads up that we were within, we could just be led straight to them.

I nudged her forward and she began to lead us into the small town, through a row of houses until finally we arrived at a building that was barely hanging by its thread.

I transformed back into my human form and the men beside me did the same. Thankfully, werewolves had no decency. We could come and go naked and no one would bat an eye.

“Stay here with her. The rest of you come with me.” I instructed firmly, pointing to one of the men.

I heard a piercing scream come from within the house and I recognized it immediately, causing me to dash forward into a long, dark hallway.

Different emotions ran through me as I moved. Hope, that Freya was still alive. Anger, at whatever torture she was being put through.

Finally when I came to the door that I could hear the voices from, I broke through it without a second thought.

The sight of Roman and Matthew holding on to Freya as two wounds from her shoulders bled, was enough to send me into a frenzy.

Something caught my attention though. The scent of cinnamon and rot, the exact same one from my dream, but I didn’t have the time to think through it because Matthew currently had Freya roughly in his hold, with his arm wrapped around her neck in a chokehold and the blood stained knife pointed at her stomach and Roman hiding behind him.

“Let us go or she does.”

“We both know that isn’t going to happen Matthew, this is the end of the road for you both and there’s nothing you can do to escape that.”

“Well best believe that if you take a step closer, this knife will be going through your Queen.”

I was about to respond to him when Freya raised her head and locked eyes with me.

“Greyson…”

She wasn’t able to get another word out, because the knife was piercing through her skin and into her stomach.

It had happened so fast, but something in me watched it all happen in slow motion, but once the knife made its mark I lost every control that I possessed and my other form was taking over.

This was the form that both myself and my wolf had to fight daily to keep under control because he was a very powerful being.

Not only was he powerful but when in rage he destroyed everything in sight.

Once Matthew and Roman watched me transform they decided that it would be the best time to make their escape but there was no such luck for them because I seized them both by the throat and with a single giant hand I crushed both of their skulls and decapitated their heads from the rest of their bodies.

The moment only their lifeless bodies remained on the floor of felt like a certain calm came upon my Lycan and he allowed me take control once more.

I rushed towards Freya and rolled her over, I could see the light flicker in and out of eyes and I knew that I didn’t have much time. The sight of her almost at the end of her life thread brought tears to my eyes.

I tried to lift her carefully into my arms and when I felt her warm body on mine, it gave me the hope that I needed to move on knowing that she was still alive even if it was barely. I needed to get her some help and very soon.

“Search outside the house and it’s environs to see if they were more.” I instructed the men and began to carry Freya out.

“Greyson.”

“No honey, you’re really weak now, you don’t have to say anything. I’ll get you some help really soon, just hold on please.” Freya’s eyes opened at this point and she offered me a small pained smile.

“I don’t think I can hold on anymore. J-just take care of Jessy please. I beg you.”

I wanted to rebuke her immediately and assure her that she would be fine again, but when the light completely left her eyes not only did the words die in my throat, it felt like my heart also died with it.