Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame-Chapter 55: Part Of Life.

"Bethany." He breathed, his feet stuck in place took in her hunched figure with wide dumbstriken eyes.

"Bethany." He exclaimed, rushing to were she sat, completely naked, surrounded by thankfully warm water that had overflown from the tub.

He quickly but gently scooped her half conscious body from the water, putting his head as close as possible to her chest, listening for her heartbeat, heaving, adrenaline pulsing through him.

When he finally heard it, a bit low but there, he released a sigh of relief. Reaching for a hanger not too far away, he grabbed a purple towel using it to cover her as much as he could as he stepped out of the bathroom, making a beeline for her bed.

Thankfully, he made it there on time without slipping on her marble tiles, placing her under the covers, immediately snatching a tiny remote control from her drawer, pressing a button to turn up the heat.

He used the towel to dry off the droplets of water that coated her skin, anger and annoyance bubbling in his chest as he wiped her dry, pulling up the covers when he was done.

His eyes were trained on her peaceful features as he wondered what exactly had transpired between her and his brother.

Despite how pissed he was, he couldn’t get himself to place it on anyone or anything, no matter how much he really wanted to. All he could do was stare at her peaceful face, while she slept.

He sat steady beside her on the the bed, feeling her forehead, hands and feet every now and then to see if she’d warmed up enough so he could take her to his place.

Although he wished it was happening under better circumstances.

He sighed when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, indicating he had a call, put he pressed a button on the side through his cloth, muting it.

As if taking the hint, he heard a text come in later. After another round of checking her ’vitals’,he pulled it out, tapping twice on the surface, unlocking it.

Troy had sent him a text, wanting to know how she was faring.

’Alive.’ He replied, shutting it off, before stuffing it back in his pocket, going for another round of checking.

His body itched to take he out of there. He wanted to take her to his home, where he could protect her, and keep her safe.

Seeing that she was almost good,he decided it was time to move.

He considered putting her in some clothes first,but decided against it. He already had more than enough stocked in her closet.

He wrapped her with the duvet, ensuring that not one speck of skin except her head was exposed.

He quickly searched for her purse and phone, then stuffed her phone inside the purse, slinging it’s hand across his shoulder before scooping her into his arms.

When he was sure he was steady, he set out for the elevator, his mood extremely sour.

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After a fairly long ride, he made it to his official penthouse in the city. As he stepped in, he immediately noticed the brooding figure that stood at the corner of his seating room, hands in pockets, clad in black leather clothing.

"What are you doing here?" Theo said, already heading into the hallway and into his room, not waiting for a reply, but Tristan followed.

"Just wanted to see how she was doing." Tristan bellowed, opening Theo’s bedroom door for him so he could walk in.

"She’s fine." He muttered, going around him to get the remote so he could turn up the heat.

"Theo." Tristan called softly.

"What is it, Tristan?" Theo snapped. "Go already. You’ve seen her, haven’t you? She’s perfectly fine, I’d take care of her." He pointed, going to seat beside his mate, stroking her hair softly.

"Theodore." Tristan called this time with the authority of an elder brother commanding his little brothers attention.

"I’m not your enemy. None of us are. She’s very much our mate as she’s yours and we all care for her, whether we want to or not." Tristan explained.

"Is that why he did whatever the fuck he did? Do you know where I found her?! She was sitting in water by the tub, almost passed out, and where was he?! Sulking in his fucking room." He said releasing a very sad chuckle.

"That’s not life, Trist. That’s not life. What could she had possibly done to annoy him that bad?"

"Theo, I think it was a mistake." Tristan tried to explain, sitting on the bed, massaging his temple.

"A mistake?! You are saying the same thing he said! Why are you taking his side?!" Theodore asked, a disapproving look on his face.

"I’m not taking anyone’s side, you fucking nutsack!" Tristan cursed, looking up at Theodore.

"Yes, he fucked up, but you and I know Troy more than anyone else. There are very few things that make him act in that manner, and asides those things, you know nothing else moves him that seriously. So if you’re not ready to get your fucking head in place, I suggest you shut the hell up, and stop throwing accusations around." Tristan warned, before laying on his back, snapping his eye shut, massaging his aching skull.

He was pissed. Fucking pissed, and Theo could feel it from where he sat.

He was pissed that his brother (Troy) couldn’t keep his emotions in check for atleast one day, or a moment. Pissed that Theo was being annoying. Pissed that he had to act as a fucking buffer between them, even though he had his own damn emotions.

But could he lash out? No. He couldn’t dare. All he could do was untie all the knots they caused in his brain, piece by piece, while dealing with the headache they caused, all alone.

It annoyed him seriously, but his hands were tied.

"I’m sorry." Theo muttered, still stroking Bethany’s hair, his eyes lowered in shame. "I was just..pissed."

"I am pissed, Theo. It’s okay to be pissed, but it’s not okay to let it overcome rationality."

"What happened?" Bethany asked, taking them by surprise, her voice abit hoarse. She squinted her eyes at them, tugging on her hand that was trapped in the sheets.

Theo moved immediately, taking off the duvet covered her, before helping to unwrap her, while Tristan sat at her feet, taking in her appearance.

"Two duvets? No wonder it was so hot." She muttered, finally freeing her hands, sighing. After a moment, she looked up at both of them with arched eyebrows.

"Why are you guys here?" She asked looking at both of them. "I don’t even remember being on the bed. Wait a minute." She said lifting her index finger as she took in her surrounding.

"This isn’t my room." She pointed, looking up to both of them. "Where are my? Where’s Troy?"

Theo sighed leaning on the head board, letting Tristan do the explanation. Rolling his eyes at Theo, Tristan sighed.

"You are in Theo’s room, in his own house." Tristan explained.

"Oh." She said. "It’s Tuesday already?."

"No, Princess. It’s not." Tristan said, running his hand through his hair. "Troy called Theo to come pick you after what happened." He explained again, his expression solemn, even though he meant for it to be just soft.

"Oh." She said sadly, already deflated, her mind getting ready to wander. "It’s okay."

"Princess. It’s not your fault." Tristan tried to pacify, his hand massaging her feet through the duvet.

"It is." She muttered, shutting her eyes, unable to enjoy the soft strokes Theo offered anymore.

"No it isn’t, Princess." Tristan pressed. "Whatever it was, you didn’t know about it. So it wasn’t your fault." He explained.

"It is, Tristan. Whether I knew or not, I should have just kept my hands to myself. I could have asked him about it later. I could have held back my curiosity for a little longer, but I didn’t. I just did what I always do, ruin things." She ridiculed herself, Theo’s strokes stopping as soon as he registered her statement.

"You will say no such thing, Bethany." He bellowed.

"It was my fault, Theodore. If I didn’t touch him there, he wouldn’t have gotten angry. He looked so angry and hurt and distant. It was like he had forgotten me for a second. It was so scary." She muttered, sobs breaking into her statement, causing Theo to fume heavily, ready to kill a brother.

"It wasn’t your fault, Princess, and it wasn’t Troy’s either. Tristan chipped in immediately, taking back the reins of the conversation. "Some emotions just can’t be held back, sometimes. Especially when triggered by surprise. I’m pretty sure that’s what happened back there, Love."

"Troy, just like I and Theo have been through a lot of things, some of them we’ve been able to deal with permanently, some of them we just can’t. So they get triggered, once in a while."

"For all I know, right now he’s in his bed, basking in your lingering scent, whilst convincing himself that he doesn’t deserve it. It can be like that sometimes, but that does make it your fault or his. It’s part of life."

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