All Chapters of Marked In His Rut: The Alpha's Forgotten Omega: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

DAMIEN.My heart wouldn't slow down. I got up fast and called his number. It rang once then went to that robotic voice. "The number you're calling is not connected." I tried again. Same thing. I bit down on my fingers and tried one more time even though I knew it would be the same. Nothing. I threw myself back on the bed and looked up at the wall clock. 11:25 pm.I tossed the phone aside and ran my fingers through my hair, whispering to the empty room. "You better be alright."A knock on the door made me jump so hard I nearly fell off the bed. Cole stepped in and gave me that worried look. "Bad night? You look like you've witnessed the worst of all things."I didn't know how to answer at first. Cole stepped closer. "Wanna talk about it?"At the same time I blurted out, "I'm scared."Cole came right over and I wrapped my arms around him tight. "It's okay. I'm right here. What are you scared about?" His hand moved warm and steady over my back and through my hair. I felt myself relax ju

DAMIEN.“What are we going to do?” I was shivering and pale. I had lost it. Raymond's life was at stake. He focused on arranging the desk and I felt he wasn't listening. “Zane.”He didn't respond and kept packing everything. “Zane…” I called again and he still wouldn't answer. “Zane!”“I can hear you.”“I was certain you were close to being deaf.” I walked over, rounding the table to meet his eyes but he had his face down. “Zane. How do we help him?” “There's no we?” He breathed casually. My heart skipped a beat. Startled, I pushed my hand harder onto the table making it creak a little bit and when he wouldn't raise his head, I slammed my fist. He stopped what he was doing, his gaze lifted and his eyes rested, fixed on mine like he was thinking. “What do you even mean by there's no we?” I lashed. “Don't you understand English?” Zane voiced and I felt hollowed out. “Don't patronise me, Zane!” But Zane headed straight for the shelves, arranging some old ledgers with meticulous fi

RAYMOND. The knock came again and I sucked in a breath. “Dude. I'm tired of waiting.” My eyes widened at the voice. It was Zane. “Hurry up. My hand aches already. Raymond!”I opened the door and his smug smile hit me first. “You creepy…! You could have said something earlier.”“Why? Expecting someone else?” he rolled his eyes. I closed the door and he strolled in, his long grey thick coat dashing with every masculine move. I tossed the stick and went to the bathroom, opened it to see Charles already hugging his toes. “It's safe,” I murmured and he rose. He peeked out carefully then slowly came out, holding my hand. Zane’s face softened when he saw him. “Charles. Been a while.”Charles pulled his hand from my hold at once. I glanced at him, and couldn't believe my eyes. He was blushing. Too bad, Zane was married and Charles knew. That didn't stop him from having a crush. My face hollowed into a frown at Zane. It's been five years and he could still make Charles stupid by his prese

RAYMOND.My lips moved harder on his; my hands slid down his back to pull him closer to me. He let out that little noise in his throat that drove me crazy, that half-groan, half-curse. His fingers sank into my shoulders and pushed me further until I felt his body heat up against the thin fabric of the shirt he was wearing. And, damn, it drove me fucking insane that I could feel him hardening against my thigh. “Missed this,” I murmured to his mouth, my teeth sinking into his bottom lip enough to make him whimper. “Missed you pretending to hate me and letting me touch you.” “Shut up,” he whispered, but he didn’t move away from me. Instead, he ground his hips against me and I growled deep in my chest, grabbing at his ass and holding him in place. It made my ribs scream in protest, but I didn’t care, I was too busy tasting his mouth and reveling in how he slowly melted under my touch. I took him backward and onto the bed, my lips never leaving his. The mattress gave way beneath hi

ZANE.Charles seemed like a ghost wandering the corridors. His shoulders were hunched, while his eyes roved all the corners of the corridors, waiting to be ambushed by his father’s men out of nowhere. I walked beside him, keeping my hand hanging loosely at my side in case the little boy lost his balance. It was clear that Charles had been through a horrifying experience. I could see his shaking hands though he tried to cover them up in his pocket.“Here,” I said as I opened the door to the guest suite on the east. The bright light filtered through the windows, warm and clear. There was a new bedspread on the bed, and there was a table filled with some water and snacks. “This suite is yours to use for however long you wish. No one will come into here unless you ask for them.”Charles went into the suite and stopped in the middle of the carpeted floor. He turned around slowly, appreciating the luxurious curtains, the comfortable chair by the window, and the open bathroom door. His throa