His Mafia Prince
Chapter 140: Lonely Than I Can Admit

Chapter 140: Lonely Than I Can Admit

(MILES)

"You can’t be serious, Sasha." I grate out. "I already gave Arlo my bite. You can’t just hand him over to another alpha like that."

"Says who? He can always have surgery to have the mark removed."

"There’s more to it than just the mark, Sasha. And you know it."

"Is there?" Sasha looks away and I swear he is trying to stifle a laugh. "I still got business with him if you don’t want to marry him. Drafting my little brother in to close the gap could just be the perfect solution. I can’t risk the merger. It has to happen."

I already had insecurities of my own where Jericho was involved. He and Arlo are just about the same age and seem to laugh a lot together. Does Sasha know that I might actually feel threatened by his brother? Is this rat trying to spark my alpha instincts to life? I narrow my gaze. "You aren’t going to make Jericho marry Arlo. I don’t believe that for one second."

He grins. "Nah."

I blow out a harsh breath of relief. "You’re such an asshole sometimes, Sasha."

"I know." He laughs. "I have to admit though, that it was satisfying to see the look on your face when I implied that my brother would fill your shoes."

I glare at him and my face warms. "It isn’t funny. You know I could very well end up dead if I marry Arlo."

"Or you could end up happy. What are the odds, brother?" he shakes his head. "you have been lonely for the last few months. I’ve seen that, you know? I see the way you watch me and Tyler sometimes. You might think that I haven’t noticed, but trust me, I have. You are ready for an omega of your own. This would be so easy if you stopped fighting so hard."

"You know why I’m fighting."

Sasha leans in close. "Talk. To. Him. There’s no way you’re going to understand what’s going on in his head if you don’t talk to him. Right now, you are just jumping to conclusions based on something he said in the heat of the moment. Go talk to your omega and quit being a pussy."

"I’m not a pussy." Anxiety gnaws at me as I get to my feet. "I will go and talk to him. But you better believe I’m not going to marry him if what I suspect is true."

"Yeah...yeah, whatever." He waves his hand dismissively. Quit yammering and go talk to Arlo."

I frown and take my leave, exiting through the front door. For security reasons, it is the only way in and out of the basement. I head out around the front of the big house just in time to see Arlo exit the car.

I get a weird physical reaction the moment I see him. All it takes is for me to see Arlo for just one second, and my body will be thrumming with every need to touch him. I feel like the universe is playing some sick game on me now and I hate it. I hate that I’m not in control of my emotions. This force driving me to Arlo is illogical and consuming. How dare some unseen force bond me to someone thirsty for my blood?

Arlo glances at me and our eyes meet in the distance. He smiles at me uncertainly and my insides twist. In that instant, all my anger and suspicion drained away. That isn’t the look of someone who wants me dead. He is happy to finally see me. I can see that he is, hell, I can feel it. Even from where he is, I can feel that he is relieved to see me. He missed me and wanted me. Suddenly, I feel calm.

Sasha was probably right. Maybe I’m just scared. The thought of committing to somebody forever is scary. Never once have I committed to anyone, except for Sasha, to who I pledged my undying loyalty. Relationship-wise, I’ve never given myself to anyone. But when my gaze locks with Arlo’s, I know that I’ve already done that with him. He is mine, just as I am his. Scared or not, I don’t see how I’m backing away from that now.

I rush towards him, feeling breathless. The breeze carries his scent to me. He smells like honeysuckle. It calms me. It gives me peace. Hope. Moving towards him feels like approaching a beautiful sunrise.

Sasha was right. I have been lonely but too proud to admit it. I tried to drown all that loneliness with sex and booze, but at the end of the day, I was still lonely. Was I unable to land another omega because I was fated to be with Arlo?

I reach close and stop right in front of him. I would have played hard to get a few minutes ago, but now I can’t help slipping my hand around his waist and tugging him to my chest. His body curves into mine like we are made of the same mould. Holding him feels so right.

He frowns and grips the front of my shirt. "Where have you been? You just left me alone at the hospital." He scowls.

"I had things to do." I say gruffly "But I knew you were safe.

"You had things to do? I almost died, Miles."

"I knew you would be fine." I shrug. "I need not to explain myself to you as your alpha. When I say I’m busy, then I’m busy.

He purses. "Right." He says then steps away from me but I grab him tighter and pull him back against my body. "Let me go, Miles."

"Why?"

"Because I’m mad at you." His pretty green eyes glitter with frustration. He shakes my arms but I’m too strong for him.

"No," I whisper.

"You don’t get to talk me down, Miles. I’m not the typical omega you might think I am."

"I wasn’t." I frown. "I was only trying to explain myself to you."

"Then you need to learn how to communicate better. You don’t just tell me to shut up because you are my alpha. I will never be okay with that."

I notice that I have annoyed him and put his back on. So I say quietly. "I’m here now, okay? Let’s not fight. I did protect you from Dalton, didn’t I? Can’t you remember the good things that I do?"

"You are so confusing, Miles." He swallows hard. "One minute you’re all sweet and cosy, the next minute you are demanding and bossy. What do you expect me you do when you go back and forth so much."

"I expect you to submit to me when need be, like a good little omega."

"Oh really?" his brow jerks. "Since when do I submit to you?"

"I can think of at least three occasions," I smirk.

He begins to pull away again and I scoop him up into my arms. The driver laughs from the other side of the car where he is standing. "Get him, boss." He says.

"I’m not letting you go anywhere. Just quit fighting too hard already and accept that you can’t live without me."

"You’re so full of yourself." Arlo mumbles, scowling at me scornfully.

"You’re not going anywhere, we have already ordered the wedding cake and there aren’t refunds."

"Is that why you want us to get married? Because there are no refunds for the cake? He arches a brow.

"That’s one," I say as I head into the house. "The other reason is I’m not letting you go because I don’t want to."

Arlo scowls at me at first then slowly slips his arm over my neck. "You’re such a Neanderthal sometimes, Miles."

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