The Omega For Sale

Greyson’s POV:

It had been days of careful planning and strategizing plus exhaustion on my part. I couldn’t sleep or eat and the longer I went without seeing Freya or knowing how she was the worse I became.

The last few days have been filled with me trying to hold it down and keep sane. Not only for my sake, but for the sake of the children under my care.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

It was difficult to believe that Roman could abandon his child to pursue this insanity. He had presumably left Simon in the care of Emilia, whom he did not expect to attempt to escape from his house and come to me but that was besides the point.

The entire thing was messy. Too messy for me to fully comprehend.

Then to make matters worse, there was an ache in my chest that had formed two nights ago and it had refused to leave. I couldn’t explain its origin, neither could I get rid of it.

I was devastated and desperate to find Freya and Goddess knew how much my heart hurt every second that went by without her by my side but that’s not where this ache was from I was certain of that. This one came in the form of pain and it usually got worse whenever I was alone.

The only time that I had felt something like this before was when Estel had died and the mate bond was severed. It had taken a long time for the pain to go away but after it did, I felt at peace and not up until two nights ago did it resurface again.

A knock came on my door, distracting my train of thoughts and bringing me back to reality. The door was pushed open and Smith poked his head into the room.

“Are you alright?” He asked immediately he shut the door, squinting his eyes at me as if trying to get a better look.

I sighed heavily and the thought of nodding my head positive and quickly moving on to why he was here, was very tempting but I thought against it. Keeping my pain to myself was the least healthiest thing I could do for myself mentally especially at a time like this.

Plus, who else could I talk about this to than the one person who would understand.

“There has been this pain in my chest that began two nights ago. I dozed off here in the office and I had a dream but I can’t remember a single detail of that dream. I know that I had a dream for sure but I can’t tell what it was. And then the moment I woke up, this ache began and it has refused to go away.”

“I think you need more rest Greyson. You’re not sleeping or eating. We are this close to finalizing everything that we’ll need and you know what we’re up against, or at least you can guess. There’s no way you can fight to get Freya back if you’re not prepared for it.” My Beta advised.

I didn’t think that would be the solution to the ache in my chest but his words made a lot of sense.

Emilia had been very helpful, giving us as much details as she had been able to gather.

We knew where Freya had been taken to although not the exact location but we would get around that. We knew that Matthew, Roman, Zoe and Naomi were involved with this and we knew that the plan wasn’t exactly to kill Freya.

Emilia had said she didn’t know what the plan was since it had never been discussed around her and her eavesdropping and snooping around had been futile with providing an answer to that question in particular.

But that was the problem, why would these people come together if the plan wasn’t to kill Freya to spite me? Days and days, I’ve spent trying to come up with a theory but there was just nothing.

“You’re right. Maybe I should rest. Any news?”

“No new one. We’ll move out tomorrow night, we have everything we need ready.” Smith said and I hummed in satisfaction.

“You should also try to get some rest.”

Smith offered me a smile before moving towards the door. His help since the entire mess began had been immense and I didn’t know if I would ever be able to pay him back for it all.

“Smith.” I called out just as his hand came in contact with the knob of the door. He paused in his tracks and turned around to face me once more.

“Thank you. For everything.” I said and he nodded offering me one of his famous sheepish smiles that always made me laugh.

This time I didn’t have it in me to laugh but I offered him a smile in return. I really was grateful to have someone watching my back at a time like this where everything seemed to be going wrong.

I moved from my position at the desk and in the direction of my room stopping by Jessy’s room first.

The sight of my daughter sleeping so peacefully was one of the best things in the world.

The absence of Freya around us was affecting her more than she could express and the four years old spent the better part of her waking hours crying and being moody.

There was only so much I could do to comfort her and I tried my absolute best, I knew that I had to come back with Freya for her to eventually calm down and be happy and that was what I intended to do no matter what happened.

I placed a kiss on her forehead before exiting the room, the next door after hers held Simon and Emilia. The two had formed a relationship so strong one could even believe that Emilia had birthed Simon.

The duo had been through so much for a while that it felt great to be able to provide a place where they could rest with no worry of being harmed. I shut the door quietly and then proceeded to my room.

Coming into this bedroom since Freya left always caused the empty feeling in my heart to feel even deeper and that was why I avoided it as much as possible. I took small naps in my office or in Jessy’s room and that was it.

I hadn’t slept on this bed since Freya left and the thought of doing so now was causing my stomach to churn with distaste.

I went into the bathroom first and the sight of my face in the mirror made me rethink staring at it for too long. Instead I made my way to the large bath tub in the center of the bathroom and began filling it with warm water, adding some of the scented soaps that Freya loved to use and once I was satisfied I turned off the tap and entered into the tub.

I soaked in it for the longest time while I just let my thoughts run wild, soon my exhaustion settled and I knew it was time to get out and get that sleep as Smith advised and so I rinsed off and stepped out of the bathroom.

I pulled on only pajamas bottom before flopping onto the bed. The absence of Freya’s scent around me caused tears to form in my eyes.

I really missed her.

The feel of her silky hair.

Her bright green eyes.

The sound of her laughter.

Her scent.

The warmth of her body.

I missed every damn thing about Freya and without control the tears began falling faster from my eyes.

It felt even worse for me knowing that we didn’t have the mate bond where I could feel her pain or be closer to her even if we were separated. I wished for us to be mates so much in this moment.

It felt like a long time that I just buried my head into the pillow and cried but soon I couldn’t cry anymore and so after saying a small prayer to the Goddess to keep Freya safe, at least until I could find her, I drifted to sleep after reaching to switch off the only light that had been flooding the room.

It didn’t feel like I had been sleeping for very long when I heard it. Footsteps coming down the hallway. My mind felt disorientated and I noticed that the ache in my chest had become worse for reasons I couldn’t explain.

My door creaked open and I turned towards it. I could see in the darkness of the room but without light it all just looked black and white and so when a figure stepped into the room I couldn’t immediately recognize it.

They moved towards the bed and once they reached, they sat on it. I noticed it was a female and that worsened my confusion. I remained still although, wanting to understand their motive and get a better grasp of the situation.

Through the moonlight I could make out certain features like her cheekbones and nose but the rest where more black than white.

She reached out a hand to touch my face and that was when the scent hit me. There was no way that I wouldn’t be able to recognize that scent no matter where I went.

It was Estel’s.

Estel? What in the hell?

I immediately scrambled to sit up on the bed and that was when I was able to catch her entire face. It really was her.

Her scent began to fill the room and it really was the scent of my dead mate except this time it was streaked with rot and the combination caused a dizzy effect on me.

“Hello love.” Came her greeting

There was no way!

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out of it and that was when I realized that I wasn’t even in my room anymore.

A chill ran through my spine and horror squeezed at my heart. Just as she reached out again to touch me was when I heard a shrill scream filled with fear.

Jessy!

It was at this thought that I gasped back to consciousness. I was greeted by the familiar darkness of my room and I reached hurriedly to flip the light switch and once light filled the room and I confirmed it was empty, I let out a relieved breath.

It was just a dream. There was no Estel or scent of rot and cinnamon.

But it had felt so real.

Why would I dream of Estel though? And that scent had been nothing like I ever smelt so how would my brain be capable of concocting it in my dream.

There was no one I could ask these questions and I definitely didn’t have any answers to them and so I decided to go back to sleep and just when I was drifting off I heard it.

A shrill scream, just like the one in my dream. There were two things that hit me in this moment.

I was sure this scream came from Jessy.

And this one was most definitely real.