Even so, the heady stench of omega heat radiating from the bathroom, sent a bolt of interest straight to his cock.Great, now he was tipsy, hornyandpissed off. What a fucking great night it was turning out to be. He could have just turned around and walked away, but something about the agitation in the alpha's body language gave him pause.
Pushing past the males, he stepped into the communal sink area. The scent hit him like a tonne of bricks, and he had to cover his nose to stop himself from heaving. He heard whimpering coming from one of the cubicles, then a soft sob.
“You alright?” Oliver called, pulling out reams of paper towels from the dispenser and holding them against his nose.
“N-No!” the voice called back, softly spoken like Matteus. “A-Are you?—”
“I’m not one of them,” he said, blinking several times as his voice echoed around the room. “Do you need help to get out of here?”
“Yes! Oh God, yes. My meds… I’ve been sick the last few days and struggled to keep them down. Are the alphas still out there?”
Oliver sighed. “Yeah, but there’s a side door you can use. I’ll give you my jacket to help cover the scent. Is there someone you can call?”
“M-My mum, she’s waiting outside, but I’ve been too scared to come out.”
Oliver let out a breath. “You know there’s omega bathrooms on the other side of the bar, don’t you?”
“Y-Yeah, but I got confused and ended up in this one.”
Oliver shook his head and slipped off his coat, “Come on, before any more of them come.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, just hurry up.”
Slowly, the lock on the cubicle clicked open and out walked a short, umber-haired omega. He peered up at Oliver with all the innocence of a baby deer. Holding his breath, Oliver dropped his coat over the boy’s shoulders and picked up a bottle of cologne from next to the washbasin. Usually it would have cost him two quid a squirt, but instead of spraying it he unscrewed the lid and doused the boy in a horrendously floral fragrance. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.
“That way,” Oliver said, pointing towards the open door. “Is that your mum, in the silver Mini?”
“Y-Yeah! That’s her. Thank you so much, but… how will I return the jacket?”
“Just drop it off at the police station. No rush.”
The boy nodded, pulling the jacket around himself. “I-I… I’m Pember, by the way.”
“Oliver,” he replied, giving the boy a small nod.
“Thank you, Oliver.” Just as he slipped out the restroom, the main door swung open and three of the four alpha males strode in.
“Where’s the little omega gone?” One said, his cropped hair and large gut giving him the look of a proper thug. “We were looking forward to having some fun with him.” He rubbed his groin as if to highlight his point.
The anger sitting in Oliver’s belly, coiled into a tight ball of rage. Still, he grit his teeth and tried to let the comment wash over him. “He’s gone, so piss off.”
“You what?” The man said, squaring his shoulders. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”
Oliver sighed, because now the alpha was justaskingfor a good tongue lashing. “A cock-sucking donkey shagger, who couldn’t figure out which hole to stick it in if he tried.”
The man's nostrils flared, his thin lips curling over his sharp teeth. All three men rounded on him, fists raised as saliva flew from their mouths. The alpha with the large gut threw the first punch, his fist missing Oliver entirely as it smashed into the paper towel dispenser.
Oliver stamped on his foot, driving his heel into the man’s toes. He cried out, tripping over his own feet as he went stumbling into one of the other men. They both landed in a heap on the sticky tiles, limbs tangled together as they struggled to get up.
Oliver loaded his fists, holding them up defensively. Just as the third man was about to throw another punch, the door burst open, almost flying off its hinges as Lucas strode across the threshold. His eyes immediately darkened, pupils half-blown as the lingering scent of the omega triggered his alpha senses.
“Reed?” He growled, predatory gaze snapping to Oliver.
“It’s not me,” he replied, gesturing towards the door. “The omega’s gone, but these three fuck-wits don’t know how to take a hint.”
Lucas let out a sharp breath, the colour draining from his previously heated cheeks. The look of relief was obvious, as he dragged his gaze over Oliver’s jacket-less shoulders.
