Chapter 8

Standing up from his bedside; Zane turned to face Aaron.

Aaron: walking further into the room: set the wooden box onto the small table in the corner. He proceeded to walk closer to Zane.

The Alpha trudged closer to him. Now a mere feet apart: the pair stop.

Zane crossed his arms.

frowning at the Omega. If looks could kill then Aaron would have been dead ten times over.

There was a tension between them.

"You're the one who requested to see me. So speak."

"So he IS alive". Aaron mumbled.

He took the brief moment to check out his handiwork on the Alpha's face.

Taking too long to respond; Zane reached out and grabbed Aaron by the collar of his shirt: pulling him closer. The two of them now inches apart.

"It was easy to put one bruise on you. You looking to get another?" Aaron challenged.

Zane just looked down at him with zero expression.

" I should have just thrown you to the dogs"

"Why didn't you?"

Zane didn't answer.

Aaron sighed in slight defeat: putting his hands up.

"Look, I didn't come here to f-"

Aaron suddenly felt a rush of air against his face. With one arm: Zane had thrown him hard on the ground. Slamming the Omega to the floor.

Aaron gasped for air but before he had a chance to recover, Zane kneeled on his chest while he grabbed the Omega's arms: pinning them to the ground.

Zane loomed over him.

Now on his back, deep breaths escaping his lips, as he looked up at the potential predator. He had let his guard down too easily.

"How is it that you are so confident?So bold?" Zane studied Aaron's face. A hint of perplexity shrouding his eyes.

"Is that a serious question?" Aaron asked.

The Alpha didn't seem to waver.

Aaron sighed in annoyance.

"If you are so well versed with how society works, you should know that Omega's are pretty much lower than the mud the sticks to your shoes."

Zane waited.

"No education, no jobs and no real worth."

"Though why am I telling you this? You're just some rich kid who is lost in his own perfect world. I, on the other hand, fight for what I need to survive."

Aaron glared.

"More importantly. Why didn't you turn me in?" Aaron questioned. His heartbeat quickened upon asking. Unsure if he was willing to hear the blonde's answer.

Zane stared at him.

"I don't know." His answer plain.

Aaron felt an immediate lax on his body, only to be stirred by his own confusion.

"You don't know?" He reiderated. Making sure he heard the man right.

Zane said nothing.

"Oh right. I'm only here to fuel your sick desire to torment me."

The Alpha gripped his arms tighter as Aaron drew on.

"I couldn't let you hit a guest. If you had been caught then you would have disappeared."

Aaron winced at the sudden scolding.

"Disappeared?"

"And I can't have you disappearing." Zane held the Omega's gaze.

"Just like I can't have you throwing around any more punches."

Aaron shifted his head slightly to the right then the left.

"I can see that."

Aaron looked up at the ceiling.

"I'm not Here to fight. I actually came here to see if you were alright."

He halfway rolled his eyes out of slight embarassment.

Zane was taken back.

He released his grip on Aaron and stood up.

Aaron sat up, placing his palm on the spot where Zane had been kneeling.

"Why would you want to check on ME?" Zane tilted his head slightly in suspicion.

"It's seems unlike somthing you would do..." Aaron climbed to his feet.

"You DON'T know me", Aaron huffed.

"I at least hold some manners."

Zane raised an eyebrow.

"More or less" Aaron added scratching the back of his head.

"You could also think of this as a thank you, now that I know you won't rat me out."

He turned his back to Zane.

"I actually had Anna bring me somthing for you". Aaron walked back over to the table.

"Anna?"

Zane stood in place.

Aaron had lifted the lid off the box. Inside was a bottle of antiseptic along with clean cloth and bandaid patches, and a fee other assortment of items that seemed to have been collected last second.

Gripping the box in his hands he turned back to Zane.

"I didn't know how hurt you were so I sort of asked for a little bit of everything."

Zane just stared in the box.

There wasn't an immediate response between either of them.

However there came a light chuckle that filled the room

Looking back up: Aaron was almost speechless. Zane had an amused expression.

"You really have intrigued me". He glanced over at Aaron.

His smile faded as the two of them locked eyes. The noble emerald jewels becoming entangled with the Omega's fierce blue orbs.

Zane regained his composure: clearing his throat.

Aaron coughing. Both had looked away.

"Just sit down and I'll clean it up for you".

Aaron sat the box on the large table towards the fireplace.

Zane, about to protest, stopped.

Sitting on the edge of his bed; Aaron had pulled up a chair in front of Zane. Nearly sitting between the Alpha's legs, he leaned in and dabbed the cut with the antiseptic medicine with one of the cloths. Zane held his gaze on the Omega the entire time.

"You're making this more weird by staring at me". Aaron glanced up at Zane.

Zane closed his eyes.

"You seem to be knowledgeable about treating wounds. For someone who apparently never had an education".

Aaron concentrated.

"That's because I had a lot of practice."

Zane opened his eyes.

"Practice?"

Aaron placed the bandage on the cut.

"It's nothing."

"Tell me".

The Alpha wasn't going to take no for an answer.

Aaron thought a moment.

"My mom got hurt a lot when I was a kid. So she was the one to teach me how to do this".

This seemed to peak Zanes interest.

"Your mom?"

"Look it's really nothing". Aaron shook his head: trying to keep those memories from flowing back.

Was your mother a male or female omega?"

In Aaron's eyes he found Zane's question do be rather odd.

He stopped patching him up.

"She was a female. Why?"

Zane leaned back with his hands on the sheets.

"No reason."

Aaron leaned back in his chair.

"Then let me ask you. What about your mother?"

"Female". Zane didn't take a moment to even think about the question.

Aaron could see that they weren't even on the same wavelength. Let alone the same planet.

He didn't know a whole lot about the rich, though he pondered if gender was important.

He knew plenty of same sex Alpha and Omega pairs growing up.

Maybe high society was different.

"What about your preference?" Aaron asked. He leaned forward.

"What?"

"If you had to choose someone for yourself, would you have a male or female companion?"

Zane looked stumped. Like he never had anyone ask him what he thought.

He really had to think about it.

"I guess...I wouldn't care."

Aaron seemed surprised.

"Because I don't like Omegas."

The Omega rubbed his temples.

"Right".

"What is it with you and Omegas anyways? Why do you hate them?"

Zane thought about it.

"They are weak. They are too obedient, and most will spread their legs for any Alpha."

Aaron gave a disgusted look.

"Where did you hear THAT load a crap from?"

"The Omega's that attend some of the parties."

It dawned on Aaron. Zane was referring to the common whore.

He thought maybe the Alpha hadn't been exposed to the real world as much as he should have.

"Do I seem like one of those tramps?"

Zane looked Aaron up and down.

"Hard to say".

He became disgruntled.

"I would think with a mindset like yours that you would have a good judge of character. Looks like I'm wrong. I wonder what your mother thinks of you".

Aaron felt high and mighty in his moment.

"I wonder too." Zane replied.

"She died a long time ago".

Aaron felt a twinge in his chest.

"She ...died?"

Zane looked up.

"Right after she disappeared".

He looked back down at Aaron. His usual stone face. Almost as if his own words didn't seem to faze him.