Chapter 62: Embezzlement Arc: Five
Lacy turned on the television that morning with Aurora in her arms. She changed it onto the news station and saw they were talking about Theresa Real Estate.
Aurora began to fuss in her arms by twisting and lifting her fat little body up and down, and whining. "Alright, alright, your milk is warming up now."
Lacy got up and went to the the kitchen; she got the milk from off the stove from the pot and placed it in a milk bottle. She walked back to the couch and sat down, putting the milk bottle to her daughter’s mouth. The little infant began to suck right when the bottle hit her lips.
The Omega adjusted her body and picked up the remote to turn the television up. "Two have been arrested today at the Theresa Real Estate. They are being accused of embezzlement. More on that by Josephine."
"Thanks, Walter," the Alpha newscaster took over speaking on the case. "Yes, two individuals are suspected of stealing funds from the multimillion dollar company. It was said one individual was trying to pay for his sister’s medical bills while she was in the hospital for cancer treatment."
The camera cut back to the original news caster. He was standing beside Theresa and Donald outside the establishment. Lacy kept watch over her baby feeding and lifted up her head once more to check the news.
"Here we have the CEO and CFO, Theresa Theresa and Donald Theresa from the Theresa Pack. Do you mind telling us how you noticed?"
Theresa nodded her head to Donald so he could speak into the microphone. She stepped back while he stepped forward. "I was going through the finances and began to notice little things regarding the numbers being off. I then requested for a manual audit," he explained.
Lacy got off the couch, shaking her head. She wondered just how much money she lost.
Ding, Dong!
She sat the empty bottle down and took a towel to place it over her shoulder. She placed Aurora there and proceeded to burp her while she walked to the door.
"Tyler," she said, allowing the Omega to come in.
The stadium parking lot was already starting to fill up and it was only noon. Sasha looked out the windows on the third floor of the stadium, watching as cars piled in. She shook her head. It was time, spring was here and her first game was here as well.
She turned away from the windows and began to walk back to the court. She was shaking and jittery all over. This was her time to shine. For the past several days when she wasn’t working on trying to make her relationship better with Tyler, she was going over the practice plans the couch had sat up for them.
Squeak, squeak!
Her teammates watched her run onto the court and began to greet her with high fives, dabs, and butt claps. The coach threw her the ball and she got into line to play a game called Knock Out. The goal was to place two players against one another and the first to make a goal passed the ball to the other team. First team to finish, wins.
After knock out practice, it was time for free throws with Sasha going up to the line first. She was able to hit all of her free throws. Practice soared by and it was time for break.
She looked on her phone in the locker room.
"What you looking at, porn?" One of her teammates joked.
Sasha laughed and shook her head. "Nah, I’m trying to get a hold of my Omega. We hit a rough patch and I’m struggling with us moving past it."
A male Alpha wiped his hair with a towel and sat down on a bench next to Sasha. He left the towel on his head. "I know what you mean, me and my Omega got into it a couple of weeks ago. He hasn’t talked to me since. Not sure what to do."
Sasha nodded her head, understanding exactly what this Alpha was going through. "My sisters think I should be more dominant but their Omega thinks thats a bad idea- that it’ll only push him away."
The male Alpha nodded his head in agreement. "Yo, that Omega is right. I got a sister who lost it all when she became one of them toxic Alphas. Another Alpha came and swooped her mate off her feet. Before my sister knew it, she was being challenged in a duel that she lost. Her whole world crashed out. Hasn’t been the same since."
Samantha, Salmona, Lacy, Sune Joon, and Cameran all squished into Cameran’s car. His car was the biggest out of them all with the exception of the van Tyler and Sasha had.
When Tyler had left Lacy’s home, he was unsure if he was going to be going to Sasha’s first basketball game. She had told him it would be a goos thing for him to do and that Sasha was trying to make things work, trying her best to be a good Alpha. Lacy admitted that Sasha seemed completely regretful for what happened between him and her.
Lacy placed her seat belt on and hoped that she was able to get through to her friend. Samantha placed her arm around Lacy’s shoulders and then proceeded to pull Lacy’s hand and place it in her lap. Lacy felt the hardness and smiled, blushing at her Alpha. Samantha chuckled and leaned back in her seat.
The fact they were able to find a parking space at all was surprising to them. They got out and walked the long stretch to the entrance where they scanned their phones.
"Wow, we got some good seats," Lacy said. They walked down the rows and found themselves in the second row court side. Lacy managed to see that Tyler was sitting on the opposite side but he also got a seat court side. She waved to him with him waving back.
The game started soon after and Sasha took noticed to her husband sitting on the front row. She remained humble but dedicated a few shots to him that night. She was able to score twenty two points which included one free throw, four dunks, one three shooter, and the rest layups.
It was a good game that she won and was happy enough to celebrate. To her, it felt like she won the playoffs when really all it was was her first game.
Tyler stood up from where he was and kissed her on the lips.
That night, Tyler laid on his back on their bed with Sasha leaning in to kiss him. She kissed his neck, she licked his nipples. She traveled all the way down to his cock that was hard but small and erect due to him being an Omega.
It was easy for her to take it in her mouth and suck him off, having him moan and twitch underneath her grasp. She pulled up from his cock and flipped him on his stomach.
A large ball of spit landed into his ass and she used her fingers to spread it around. She then entered into him.
The pain was sharp and immediate, but Tyler knew it would fade. He buried his face into the pillow, muffling a gasp as Sasha pushed deeper. Her thick clit worked him open with rough efficiency-no tenderness, just purpose. The slick sound filled the quiet room, mixing with Tyler’s shaky breaths. He felt her weight shift, the mattress dipping as she positioned herself behind him. Her palm pressed flat against his lower back, pinning him down.
She moved in hard, rhythmic thrusts, each one punching the air from his lungs. Tyler’s knuckles whitened around the bedsheet. He could smell her musk: sweat and salt and something earthy...and beneath it, the faint tang of his own blood. Her fingers dug into his hips, leaving bruises he’d trace tomorrow in the mirror. Alpha, he thought, the word a dull throb in his skull. His body arched involuntarily, torn between pain and the raw, electric pull of submission.
Sasha’s breath hitched, low and guttural. "Hmmm, you feel so good," she growled, nails scraping down his spine. Tyler clenched, muscles burning as he obeyed. The slap of skin against skin echoed louder now, a relentless drumbeat. He felt her heat, the way her thighs trembled against his, the slickness where they joined. Her free hand fisted in his hair, yanking his head back.
Her hips stuttered, then drove deep. A raw cry tore from her throat...part snarl, part triumph. Tyler gasped as warmth flooded him, thick and sudden. It pulsed inside, a claiming rush that left him shuddering. Sasha collapsed forward, her weight crushing him into the mattress, her breath hot and ragged against his ear. She didn’t move, didn’t pull out. Just held him there, pinned and filled.
Silence thickened the air, broken only by their harsh breathing. Tyler felt the wetness seep between his thighs, Sasha’s release sticky on his skin. Her hand slid from his hair, tracing a possessive line down his sweat-slicked back. He stayed utterly still, muscles trembling from the strain. The sharp scent of her satisfaction hung heavy in the room, mixing with the coppery hint of blood and the salt of spent exertion.
Sasha shifted her weight, finally pulling out with a low, satisfied grunt. Tyler flinched at the sudden emptiness, a cold rush replacing the invasive heat. He heard her stand, the floorboards creaking faintly under her bare feet. Without a word, she walked to the window, her silhouette stark against the moonlight filtering through the thin curtains. Tyler remained face-down, cheek pressed to the damp pillow, the throb between his legs a dull, insistent ache. Sasha fucked him good.