Chapter 35: Sune Joon Arc: Three
Sune Joon hated what people said about his mother, his sire. They said all kinds of things about her being a monster, a brute, that she caused harm to this Omega or that Omega.
He didn’t know what to believe. On one hand, he understood how abusive Alphas could be. He was mated and even married to one. On the other hand, his mother, Theresa, had never shown signs of anger or aggression around him.
Sune Joon stood in front of the stove making dinner for his husband prior to him getting home. His eye had healed, no longer bruised or discolored and...that was it. He didn’t have any friends and he wasn’t allowed to see family, this was his life. In the house twenty four hours a day.
The few times a smile came to his face was when he thought about his mother. Samantha and Salmona admired their mother, Sasha loathed their mother, but Sune Joon adored his mother.
She treated him like a prince. Got him everything he ever wanted. Gave him support after support for whatever he wanted to venture in. Even when he turned twelve and it was time for him to be shipped off to the government school, his mother had fought tooth and nail to get him out but the council over ruled her.
See, for him, it was hard to hear these things that people said about her. That she was a rapist, got that Omega pregnant. It was incredibly hard because that wasn’t the Alpha he knew. It wasn’t the Alpha he grew up with and loved.
SLAP!
Sune Joon covered his head and saw his Alpha was standing behind him, mad. "You didn’t welcome me home."
"I’m-I’m sorry."
"Okay...so welcome me home."
"Welcome home," he said with his head lowered.
His Alpha walked away toward the living room. It wasn’t until he heard the television come on that he continued on with dinner.
His mind went back to his mother. He had never seen her lay a hand on his father or his sisters. Never once seen or heard her raise her voice. She was so attentive to his father and sisters.
When he saw articles of his mother on local news sites, it wasn’t positive, he would instantly click out. On social media, if someone bad mouth his mother, he would defend her to every bone in his and her body.
She was the ultimate Alpha, the perfect Alpha.
Sune Joon picked up his Alpha’s plate and carried it to the dining room. As he normally did, he watched his Alpha eat while he stood to the side.
Click!
Theresa turned on the light to Sune Joon’s bedroom. It was small but unlike his sisters, he didn’t share it with anyone. He was the youngest and the only Omega she had. And though he was born of a surrogate, it was her blood that ran through his veins.
She sat on the edge of his bed and took one his fat stuffed animals and hugged it. He was probably ashamed of her, after all those years of affairs and illicit children. She wished he was shielded from that.
Donaled entered into the room looking at his phone.
"That phone call Salmona got makes me hard to stomach it," Theresa said.
Donald placed his phone back in his pocket. He looked around Sune Joon’s room. "Wow, I haven’t been in here in months." He said. "Listen, I got our lawyer on the phone to see if there’s something we can do to get him out of this mess." He placed his hands on his hips and turned to face his wife. "Any word from your grandsire?"
Theresa shook her head. "No, I might have to go up there."
"Want me to come with you?"
Theresa stood up and walked past her husband. "Yeah, I’ll get my keys."
There were some things that Theresa couldn’t fight or win when it came to the council. One of them being not being able to stop the process of Sune Joon getting sent to that government school and the Alpha that was chosen for him.
The Alpha of the Theresa packed lived in the hills more up than Theresa and the twins. Her house was four stories with numerous maids and butlers, and guards that stood watch over the entire house.
One memory Theresa had was when she was sixteen, she had knocked one of the maids up. The maid had lost her position in the house as well as her baby since the pack made him get an abortion.
Theresa shook her head. She was always a scum bag.
Theresa and Donald walked up the steps to the mansion and bowed their respects to the guards. Knowing that it was Theresa, she and her Beta were let into the house, and it looked no different than when it did when she was a teenager.
She laughed and licked her lips.
"Let me guess," Donald said. "You’re thinking of all the places you had sex?"
Theresa wrapped her arm around her husband and poked his ribs. "You know me too well."
While his Alpha slept, he was in the kitchen washing dishes. His ass was sore due to sex and he had to put his arm back in the right place since the Alpha had dislocated it.
He turned the water off and wiped his hands. His eyes made their way to the sharp objects in the dish drainer such as a butcher knife.
A butcher knife was what was used to ward Theresa off by that one Omega, Sune Joon had read in the news a couple of months ago. It had since been wiped from the internet though due to the pack’s pr team.
He gulped and picked up the butcher knife. His breathing increased, his heart rate excelerated.
Sune Joon suddenly found himself walking to the bedroom, standing over his Alpha. Debating. With the knife pointed downward. This could all end now. This could all be over with.
Then his Alpha opened his eyes.
SLASH!
...so much blood...