His Mafia Prince
Chapter 191: What Now?

Chapter 191: What Now?

(JERICHO)

My heart aches as I take him in. It feels like forever since I last saw him. I feel slightly relieved at the sight of him. He is wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of jeans. My pants grow tight immediately. His hair is a bit longer than it was and just like Luca said, he has grown thinner. Even in that state, he is still the most beautiful omega that I’ve ever laid my eyes on. My heart dips painfully as I look at him.

I need to hug him, kiss him, touch him. Something. I just need to be near him.

I unlock my door to climb out the car but then I freeze when I see a ginger haired alpha slipping right after Wesley. They are beaming laughter in each other’s faces and the alpha slips his arm into Wesley’s as they walk down the steps. Jealousy courses through me like a firestorm. I suck in a deep breath, because as it is, it is all that I can do to not roar my displeasure from across the parking lot.

Who the fuck is that alpha?

I watch them as they walk towards Wesley’s car. When they get to the car, they stop and talk for a while, grinning at each other. I wonder what’s so amusing about what they are talking about that has them grinning like that. I feel sick to my stomach as I watch them. Part of me is terrified that the alpha is soon going to lean in for a kiss. God! I hope they don’t kiss. I’m not sure what I might do if Wesley kisses him. I suddenly feel hot all over and out of control.

I will attack this guy if he dares to kiss him. I will rip his fucking throat out if he dares to put his lips on Wesley’s.

But they don’t kiss. They hug. I heave a big sigh of relief when they don’t kiss. But why does Wesley look that happy? It makes my stomach ache. How can he look this happy when I’ve been wallowing miserably back at Miles? For an entire month, I have been suffering. He doesn’t even look the least bit fazed. I know I didn’t imagine the connection we had. So how come he looks unbothered?

The alpha takes a turn and heads to another car parked a few feet from Wesley’s. I feel frozen in my seat. I’m not sure how to react or what to do. Thankfully, none of them noticed me. They both get in their cars and start their engines. I get back into my car and start my engine too. I wait for Wesley to drive out of the parking lot then follow him at a close distance.

My mind is swirling with all manner of thoughts, good and bad. Mostly bad. My heart is beating out of my chest. Of all the scenarios that I had anticipated, this was the last thing that I expected. It never occurred to me that Wesley might have been seeing someone. I’m not even sure why that didn’t occur to me. How dumb! It’s been a month, of course he has moved on. Yet I was unable to move on myself. So, I’d assumed that he couldn’t move on either. But by the looks of it, it seems like he is trying to move on.

Or am I misreading the situation? I don’t think I am.

That ginger alpha didn’t kiss him. But he seemed like more than just a platonic friend to him. There was something about the way he looked at Wesley. The way he touched him. The way he lingered a little longer when he hugged him. The way he was so protective when he guided him down the stairs. That is what alphas do when they are interested in an omega. They protect the omegas that catch their eye.

I’m following Wesley closely at a distance to what I hope is his home. Once we get there, I’m not sure what to do next. This isn’t going at all the way that I had hoped. I thought that I’d meet him and after some little awkwardness, he’d be in my arms. I assumed that we’d have kissed.

I wanted to drive off with Wesley to some place private and tell him what my plans are for us. I knew that all it would take for me to be comforted that he wants me just as much as I want him was a touch. I just wanted to hold him, sniff his hair, his scent. Kiss him. Not this.

But he doesn’t appear to be missing me as much as I miss him. He looked perfectly happy with that alpha. What now? Part of me wants to go back home and wallow as I lick my wounds. But the sane part of me wants to stay and fight for Wesley like I should. But is there even anything to fight for?

What I had with him was short but intense. We never really got the chance to explore what it would be like to spend quality time together. I know though that I love his personality. I know I crave him sexually. But now, it is dawning on me that maybe I don’t know anything about him.

Why is it only occurring to me now?

Ever since I set my eyes on Wesley, I’ve been in some sort of a lust and emotional frenzy. I never understood what it was. It was like a fever. In the past month, all I did was analyze my feelings for Wesley. I’ve been forced to come to the conclusion that whatever I felt for Wesley is primal. Based on instinct. Meeting him flipped something inside of me.

Never once have I chased or fought for an omega. It has never occurred to me to do such a thing. But my feelings for Wesley have me chasing after him and obsessing over him like I never have my entire life. My behavior towards him has me thinking that maybe we are fated mates.

I’ve never really believed in that fated mated theory. My mother always said that Sasha and Tyler were fated mates, but I always dismissed the idea of being fated for somebody as some nonsense tale. But now, I’m not so sure. The pull I feel towards Wesley is impossible to ignore. It is as though the universe and all the voices in my head are screaming at me to be with him.

The way Wesley interacted with me has fed into that fated mates’ theory too. The way he looked at me. The way he allowed me to knot him and purred when he fell asleep in my arms. He seemed to have bonded with me just as I did with him. But seeing him with that ginger alpha has me questioning whether I’ve been delusional this whole time. Perhaps I was kidding myself that Wesley felt about me like I did him.

Wesley pulls into a quiet street with apartment buildings and tall oak trees. He parks in front of a four story, white washed complex. I park at a spot where I can see him. I hope that he won’t notice my car. The ginger alpha appears on the street too, and my heart sinks. He parks his car behind Wesley’s. Jealousy ravages me when Wesley exits his car and grins at the alpha.

My heart dips when they enter the apartment building together. Tears blur my eyes when I realize that I must have truly been delusional. My feelings for Wesley are still as strong as they were the first day I met him. I spent the most part of last month yearning for him, aching for him. I haven’t even been able to look at another omega.

But judging by the way Wesley is receptive towards that ginger alpha, he has already moved on.