All Chapters of Marked In His Rut: The Alpha's Forgotten Omega: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

MARTIN. Raymond rubbed his jaw. "I thought I kept him safe after everything. Turns out I did the worst job at that." Anger burned hot up my neck. My free hand clenched until my knuckles went white. "You did your best. He's not going through it again. Not while I'm breathing.” Raymond met my eyes. Something shifted in his expression. He held out his hand. I stared at it for a second, then took it and shook it. "Zane thinks I owe you an apology for the threats.” “Nah. I bet he did the same with you.” “Yeah,” Raymond smiled, making me smile too. “He did. I do have to thank you, and no, this isn't me handing off my brother to you. I'm choosing to trust you for the time being.” A small smile crossed my face. “Understood.” Charles stirred. His eyes opened, and they met ours. The handshake ended right there. "What are you two grinning at?" Raymond grabbed him for a hug first, and I followed suit, throwing my arms around both of them. Charles laughed softly from inside our embr

CHARLES.My ears picked up the sounds outside the door, coming from the hallway. My legs helped my body go up, my fingers resting on the door. My left hand touched the handle and twisted as noiselessly as possible and the second cracked into the small open part making it more wilder, and peeked a little. I held my breath. Martin stood with his back to me. I got greedy, stretching my left hand to touch his back but stopped. Why was I even thinking that? It was weird he hadn't noticed me. What could be bugging him so much that he didn't hear anything? “Martin…” I called and he turned hastily.He looked disheveled, his hands covering his crotch. His shoulders were even more rigid like he was fighting a war with himself. My mouth went dry when I noticed it. The bulge in his pants. He was doing a bad job covering it. His large hand couldn't hide the size. Heavy heat slammed in my stomach, my hairs stood on end on my skin. I felt alive, needy and greedy all at once. My hands shook as e

DAMIEN.With a bang, I shut the bedroom door; its frame reverberated from the force of my action. Blood was boiling inside my veins, enough to be used in cooking an egg. How could Raymond dare to come home looking like a victim of some war movie, with all these cuts and bruises, without even sending me a message?Now he was standing in the middle of the room with his shirt half open and some fresh bandages appearing from under it. Those eyes looked at me; it seemed like nothing but me mattered anymore. Too bad for him. I folded my arms over my chest and threw him the deadliest glare."You've had better days, asshole. And your odor is not pleasant either. Did you even care to pick up your phone before those bullets went after you?" I complained. Raymond took another step forward. He relaxed his shoulders slightly. "Damien, I—""No," I said and pointed at his chest directly above a new bruise. "I sat here like an idiot checking my phone every five minutes. For all I knew, you could hav

DAMIEN.The low wooden stage was decorated with layers of blankets and cushions. Soft white string lights dangled from the trees in intricate patterns. At the center of all was a table, with two places set with covered dishes and a bottle of wine I had feigned dislike for but would gladly consume whenever he presented it to me. There was the scent of fresh bread, roast herbs, and something else sweet, jasmine and citrus from the scented oils that Sora must have used. My scent mixed with his.But the twist was still yet to come. The painting leaned against the tree trunk. It wasn’t just any artwork. Obviously, Charles had done it while Martin was around watching. It was a picture of the two of us – myself laughing and throwing my head back while Raymond’s arm circled around my shoulders by the tree. And how my hand was holding onto his shirt as though I did not want to ever let him go and the gentle way he looked at me.I came to a stop. My throat tightened.Raymond squeezed my hand on

DAMIEN.My cheeks turned red, and I acted swiftly to hide my blush. I let go of his wrist and turned to reach for the nightstand drawer, pulling it out to take the lube.Raymond understood and took his pants off, pushing them off his legs as I lubricated my fingers. “Look at me.” He said. I didn't and he held my chin with his fingers. “That's better. I like it when you have your eyes on me.”My cheeks grew hotter and he kissed them. When I glanced down, I felt the immediate shyness hit me. I had seen this before. But it never stopped making me remember the first time. “Don't stop now. You were bold earlier. Give me all you've got.” He cheered, while my lips went in a straight line. Slowly, I wrapped my wet hand around his hardened length, and gave one slow stroke. "Fuck," he said, bucking his hips into my hand.My hands worked, moving up and down at a slower pace, and he raised his upper half, his hand holding my face to pull me in for a kiss. His hands ran down my back, caressi