His Dominant Omega, Jarrett, J. [most read book in the world TXT] 📗

“Hey, little brother, whatcha doing?”

The sight of his brothers was a welcome one. He hadn’t seen them in two weeks, and with no phone he hadn’t been able to call them. That had been the excuse he told himself but the truth was he didn’t want them to pressure him into coming back home. He loved his brothers more than life itself, but they abided by all their father’s crazy rules, and that just wasn’t the life Cole wanted to live anymore.

“Josh, Jake.” Without thinking twice about it, he ran straight into Josh’s open arms. They hugged him tight, and he could feel their brotherly bond seep into his skin. They’d always been close, and when one was feeling down the other two would rally around the other until he felt better. Just like what his brothers were doing for him right now.

“I’ve missed you two so much,” Cole admitted when his brothers finally released their death grip. He was happy to see his brothers, no doubt about it, but if they came to him it had to be for a good reason. They knew why he left and understood. They would have left with him if they thought their dad wouldn’t have dragged them all back. Josh and Jake wanted Cole to have a chance at life without the iron rule of their father. “But I have to ask.” Cole raised an eyebrow as he scrutinized his brother’s uneasy body language. “Why are you here?”

“To see you, squirt,” Jake said with a smile. His lips began to twitch, giving away his nervous tick. Cole knew instantly this wasn’t a “we came to visit just because we missed you” visit.

“Yeah, nice try.” Cole crossed his arms over his chest. “What else you got?”

“Asshole.” Josh punched Jake in the arm, and Cole flinched at the hard impact the sound made. “You’ve always been too observant, little brother.”

“Well I’ve learned from the best,” Cole said. “So what gives?” Cole pressed.

Josh looked to Jake then back to him. “You tell him.”

“No, you tell him.” Jake shoved Josh, and the next thing Cole knew his brothers were wrestling on the ground.

“Stop it,” Cole hissed as he looked around to make sure they hadn’t attracted an audience. He helped his two Neanderthal brothers to their feet then headed up the front steps. “Let’s take this inside.”

Once they were in his apartment, Cole grabbed some sodas and brought them out to his brothers. Cole took a long pull from the frosty can and wished it were a beer. From the nervous glances his brothers kept shooting each other he had a feeling he wasn’t going to like what they had to say. He quirked his eyebrows at his brothers and waved his hand in a circular motion wanting them to get on with it. “So?”

“We hate to come to you with this,” Josh answered. “And it wasn’t dad who sent us. He’s still pretty pissed at you for leaving.”

Cole rolled his eyes. No surprise there. Cole knew his father thought he was being disrespectful by not following his orders and being the perfect little omega he was supposed to be. Most omegas were passive, and for the most part Cole was, but he was sick and tired of all the hate his father spewed everywhere and of him not wanting Cole to live a life outside of the pack. He totally understood his father’s anger over their mother’s death, but not all humans were bad. Just like not all wolves were bad.

“Shocker,” Cole said in mock horror.

“There’s a new pack that has taken residence in our territory. Father has asked them to move on, but the guy won’t budge. He keeps hinting around that he’s going to challenge father for his rank as alpha, but father laughed it off. Says not to worry about it because he isn’t.”

Cole nodded his head. That sounded just like his father not bothering himself with threats from people he considered beneath him. “So what’s the problem? If father isn’t worried, why are you two?”

“Because we found a dead wolf today on pack lands,” Jake said. “Its throat had been ripped out.”

“Dear God!” Cole didn’t mean to raise his voice, but that was serious.

“Don’t panic,” Josh was quick to reassure. “It wasn’t a shifter. It was an actual wolf-wolf.”

Cole wanted to flick both his brothers on the head. They could have opened with that tidbit of information. “So what? A dead wolf is hardly anything to lose your shit over.” Cole shrugged his shoulders. “It could have been hunters or even a wolf attack. What makes you think it was this new pack in town?”

“Because, smartass.” Josh set his soda can down and leaned forward. He fished a blood-stained note from his pocket then tossed it at Cole. “This was shoved in the poor animal’s mouth.”

Cole flattened out the crumbled piece of paper. In block-styled handwriting was a note to his father.

I thought I’d give you a taste of what’s to come. You’re next, Alpha!

He reread the short note over and over again. It was clearly a threat directed at his father. He couldn’t comprehend why his dick of a dad hadn’t taken this sick fuck out yet.

“What has Father said about this?” He looked to Josh then to Jake.

“Nothing. He thinks it’s an empty threat,” Josh answered.

“Right.” Cole slowly nodded his head. “Because no one would dare mess with the fearsome Randal Weathers.”

All his life he grew up thinking his father was larger than life, and after his mother died that image skewed into something different.

His father thought himself indestructible. The pack and even he and his brothers lived in fear