Torem(Zeus’s Pack 4)(5)

“Yep, ’fraid so.” Sidney nodded, looking down at his hands in his lap.

Torem shifted his gaze to his brother. “And why it the Beta after you, little brother?” He wasn’t too sure he wanted to hear this, but Torem needed answers.

Cheyenne covered his face with one hand and shook his head, as if embarrassed to give Torem a reply. “Because I was dumb enough to tell him I was an Omega when we were fucking.”





Chapter Two



Sidney shrank back when Torem and his friend cursed loudly in the front seat. The sound of their deep voices rumbled through the truck, making Sidney wonder why he was dumb enough to get into the truck.

“I think I would have known if my brother was an Omega,” Torem said in disbelief.

“Not if you were taken when I was a cub,” Cheyenne answered defensively.

“This is some fucked-up shit,” Torem’s friend grumbled and sat back, running both of his hands over his head and exhaling loudly.

Sidney was drawn to the man in the driver’s seat. He felt an overpowering urge to submit to the man. Sidney was easygoing despite his in-laws, but the idea of him submitting was ridiculous. He didn’t even know the guy, for goodness’ sake.

He sat there bouncing his leg, trying to fight the need to reach his hands out and run them over Torem’s short black hair. His fingers itched to see if the man’s hair was as soft as it looked.

Man, those energy bars and Red Bulls must be corroding his brain cells. But even with that thought Sidney knew there was a connection between the two of them. He just didn’t know what that connection was. He wondered if Torem was his mate. Just because he was a shifter didn’t mean he automatically knew. A lot of shifters were clueless, and he was one of them.

“Can we talk about this after we get the hell out of Dodge?” Cheyenne asked Torem.

“One more question.” Torem’s brows pulled together as he looked back at Cheyenne. “Why would a Beta want an Omega dead? They are rare and valuable.”

“Because he wanted me to use my gift against the pack.”

“But—”

Cheyenne held his hand up, cutting his brother off. “You said one more question. Can we get out of here and I’ll answer anything you want?” Cheyenne looked through the broken window behind them, his eyes darting around nervously.

Sidney turned to look and saw nothing but a deserted, dark highway. He agreed with his best friend, though. They needed to get away from Farmer’s Valley as soon as possible. If he knew the Beta, which he did, Remus wasn’t going to give up easily.

Sidney sat back and noticed Torem staring at him in the rearview mirror. Those big brown eyes locked onto his, and Sidney was transfixed. He could feel his stomach coiling, as Torem’s eyes seemed to bore into his.

“Can we go?” Cheyenne asked impatiently as he glanced once again out of the shattered window.

Torem looked back at the road, taking his beautiful eyes with him. Sidney had an urge to tell Torem to look at him again. Which was insane, but he missed seeing the beautiful brown eyes staring at him already. “Is there a gas station nearby?” he asked, hoping Torem would look at him again.

“I don’t know, Sid. Why?” Torem asked, gifting him with those gorgeous orbs.

Sid, Sidney liked the nickname. No one had ever called him that. It made the name seem intimate, just between the two of them. “I need a Red Bull.”

“Oh, no you don’t,” Cheyenne protested as he wiggled a finger at Sidney. “He’s addicted to those damn things. If you give him one, he’s wound up for hours.”

“No, I’m not.” Sidney smacked Cheyenne’s thigh, giving him the evil eye. “Can we stop, please?”

“As soon as I see one.” Torem spoke to him gently as he started the truck and then pulled off of the soft shoulder, heading in the opposite direction of Farmer’s Valley.

Sidney was beginning to think that maybe they were mates. He decided to test his theory. Sidney shoved his hand between the driver’s seat and door, letting his fingers caress Torem’s cheek. The large man instantly nuzzled his fingers.

Sidney’s hand shot back. Oh, fuck. They were! His mate was his best friend’s brother. Cheyenne punched his arm, tilting his head and looking at Sidney questioningly.

“He had a piece of lint in his hair,” Sidney whispered to his friend, pointing to his own ear.

Cheyenne rolled his eyes. “Don’t start. I swear I’ll roll your ass in duct tape if you do,” he warned.

Sidney crossed his arms over his chest, pouting. “Start what? I don’t know what you’re talking about, Chey.”