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Chapter Four

Axel

I step into the Steffon's family home. The man of the house...Sean was it? He at first answered the door rudely, then he looked suspicious of us. But once he saw the emblem on our necklaces, he was shocked.

When Thomas explained the reason for our visit, I could see the changes of expressions come across the fat man's face. Pure happiness, glee, and greed. I instantly loath the man. Who could ever possibly be so happy to give their nephew, their flesh and blood, to a monster of a clan? For money no less? It made me sick to my stomach.

Wearing the emblem around my neck disgusted me, but I learned to deal with it over the years because I had too. Not for my sake, but for my birth father's. He's the only reason I put up with the Nolan's.

"May we meet him?" Thomas asks, pulling me from my dismal thoughts.

We're suddenly met with three others in the hallway. An older woman had come down from upstairs while, I'm assuming, the other two were their children. I didn't see the nephew anywhere.

The older woman seemed flushed and excited. Probably told the boy the 'good news'. This was anything but good news and he had no idea what he was in for. Poor kid. I look over to the siblings and wondered if maybe they were twins. They looked so close in age and nearly the same height. They both seemed curious of us. The girl looked a bit afraid.

I didn't blame her. More than likely she heard all about the rumors of the Nolan clan. Rumors that were true, but no one could ever prove them. They both stared at me for a little too long, making me feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Are you boys, Alphas?" Sean suddenly asks.

Thomas cleared his throat at the disproval of the man's rudeness. I was so used to men like him coming and going in my lifetime that it no longer bothered me. I just simply ignore them now. Which I did rudely as I walk pass them, straight to the stairs.

"We're Betas." Thomas sighs, most likely staring after me as I leave him behind.

I wanted to get this over with. We came here to confirm of the male omega existence and whether he will be a good match for Lincoln. Personally, I hope the kid was a narcissist, just like most of them were, and had no loyalty to a single partner. It's what Lincoln would deserve. But that thought instantly disappeared. No one deserved to be stuck with a sick bastard like him. No one deserved the treatment he gives to his sex partners.

I hear arguing down below, but I just keep going until I hit the lading of the second floor. I check and open each door until I come across one door that held two separate dead locks. The room was locked making me frown in curiousness.

I unlock the deadbolts and try the doorknob. That doorknob was left unlocked, making me frown deeper. I slowly open the door and peer inside. Unlike all the other rooms, where there were a bunch of expensive crap and miscellaneous shit everywhere, this room held barely anything.

I carefully walk in and see just a few furniture and no personal items. I was trying to figure out why they would have such a bare room locked up with so many deadbolts. The bed was perfectly made, the desk in the corner only had a single notebook with a pen. There was a dresser with one photo frame of a lovely couple that didn't seem to be present here in the house.

There was no one in the room. I would have walked out thinking nothing of it if it wasn't for the bars on the window. My fists clench as I stomp to the window and rip the curtains open wide. I stare at those bars in dread.

A noise then sounded behind me. I quickly turn in the direction of the closet. The doors were closed, and I could hear a small whimper coming from behind those doors. Cautiously, I head towards the closet, hoping for whoever was in there wouldn't be too alarmed by my presence.

I had a strong feeling exactly on who it was. I just wished I was wrong. It was clear that the person that resided in this room was being held like a prisoner. I clasp the knob of the door and gently, carefully, and very slowly, opened it.

My breath held and my heart slammed against my chest at seeing someone so small cower in the corner of the closet. I knelt down to his eye level. He hugged his knees to his chest, and I can see tears were gathered in his eyes. He looked so innocent, so child-like that all I wanted to do was protect him.

I instantly recognized him.

He looked no older than fifteen. He was breathing heavily and shrunk back from me. His hair was unusually white with black roots. Something I definitely would never forget about him. I could tell he was thin, but not unhealthy. He wore a pastel yellow sweater and light blue jeans.

He was beautiful.

And I was very angry.

I didn't know what came over me, but I instantly knew there was no way I was going to let Lincoln have him. It was clear to me that he was the male omega we came here to see. He was too pure looking, too innocent and I couldn't have my half-brother destroy him.

The night before, when I chanced upon him in the park, I would have never dreamed he was the same person we were contacted to meet the next day so suddenly. My first impression of him last night was one of wonder. When I noticed him sitting there, I was shocked that he sat there in the rain like nothing mattered anymore in this world.

He looked beaten down and all alone. I didn't know what he was going through, but I knew he wanted to escape it. I would have taken him to a hotel for him to have a decent, stress free stay, but he was wary of me and for good reason.

I didn't see it last night, since it was so dark, but I see it now and my blood was boiling to new levels.

I gently reach out and carefully grab his chin to look at the nasty bruise that was there. An electricity shot through my fingertips and we both stiffen at the feeling.

We stare at each other for a long moment, checking each other out. Neither of us said a single word. He relaxed just a little until we heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I quickly stand up and close the doors. I rush out of the room and shut it, leaving the locks unlocked. I turn away and come face to face with Thomas and Sean.

He raised an eyebrow at me. I just shook my head at him, looking to the uncle of the boy that was hiding in the closet. "We'll have to decline."

I didn't say another word as I walk pass them all and left that awful house. The Steffons quickly follow me and Thomas.

"What?! What do you mean you decline? What the hell is wrong with him?" Sean Steffon demands as he stops us from opening the wooden gate of their front yard.

I sigh irritably, trying hard to keep my cool with this man. I stare him down. I could tell he was intimidated, even if the knowledge of me being a Beta should have made him superior to me, he still looked frightened and held his stance.

"You contacted us saying you had a male omega in your possession, and he agreed to the terms of the situation. However, you failed to mention he was underage. How old is that boy up there?" I demanded, my anger starting to get the best of me.

Thomas shifted next to me with a frown. I knew what he was thinking. The boy being underage wouldn't matter to the Nolan clan one bit. But I needed a good reason to refuse and being underage was definitely one of them.

Sean stiffened his poster. "What does it matter how old he is? That shouldn't matter to you people. You're looking for a male Omega aren't you? I have one, so that should be efficient enough to accept him!"

I was going to kill this bastard. I took a step forward, but Thomas quickly stopped me from making a huge mistake. He gently pushed me away from the fat greedy asshole and gave me a stern look that told me more than enough to back down.

"How old is the boy?" He asks.

"Seventeen, soon to be eighteen. So, what's a few months?" He grouched.

I wanted to curse. I was hoping he would be younger. Him being seventeen didn't help the situation at all. Although, I was sort of glad he wasn't as young as I first thought him to be.

"Let us discuss this first. Lincoln Nolan may want to wait until he's eighteen to make it as legal as possible, for social status concerns of course." Thomas says.

That seemed to calm down the man and he agreed. "I'll give you three days to make a decision, otherwise I'll pawn him off to the next highest offer." With that he walks off back inside.

Three days? It was apparent he wanted to get rid of the Omega as soon as he could. I was highly curious of this boy's story and what he has been through thus far. Three days wasn't enough time to figure out his predicament. He wasn't going to Lincoln, I'll make sure of that, but I wasn't letting him stay here for another moment just to get beaten either. I had to think of something.

Because that kid needed my help.

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