Lopen
On getting to the mansion, I clear out the maidservantas as well as Beta Davin. "You all are dismissed until I say so"
They scamper away until it was just I and Emmiel left.
"You've sinned greatly against me, Emmiel" I explained, pulling out a golf stick from its rack. "How do you intend to pay for your sins?"
Emmiel sinks to his knees, shivering in fear. "I..didn't decieve you, Lop—"
"Beacuse of you, that fucker Asai had the pleasure of smacking me in the face!" I yelled, crashing the golf stick loudly against the wall.
Emmiel places his hands over his head at the sudden impact."I..apologize"
I snickered. "Of course, you'd apologize. You always do things to be sorry of"
"I should have know from the start that there was something about you" I continued. "I mean, you were the one omega in the omega facility no one ever took. I should have been more cautious"
"But since it has come to this, we're going to get to the bottom"
Tossing Emmiel my phone, I command. "Pick it up and call Kent right this instance. I called the bastard few hours ago actually but he didn't pick up. If it persists like that, I'm going to break into the omega facilty and kill everyone there—I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?— You didn't have any friends there to start with"
"You're right" Emmiel says. "I don't have any friends there but I don't want the omega facility destroyed. Regardless of how much I hated the place, it was home to me and every other omega still in there"
"I don't want your sob story, Emmiel" I snarled. "Call whom I fucking told you to"
Emmiel does but gets no response. Was Kent purposely ignoring my calls?.
I smacked the golf stick in my hands into the wall repeatedly; venting out my frustration as a loud scream escapes through my throat.
"Lopen, please.."
"Don't fucking say a word until I tell you to" I snarled moving away to get a can of beer then plunged down onto the couch, crossing my legs. "Now, let's get to the part where you tell me what you are"
"Alpha Lopen, I've always been a recessive omega. I swear"
"So, you're simply pregnant by mistake?. Bullshit"
Emptying out the can of beer, I throw it at Emmiel. "A pregnant omega needs an alpha's pheromones. You know that but yet you ran away from me to meet my brother."
I let out an hysterical laughter. "Do you really think Asai wouldn't pounce on you the first chance he gets?. You're so gullible, Emmiel"
"Get up and go to your room" I command. "Stay there until I say otherwise"
Emmiel does as I'd ordered and when he was out of sight, I reached out to call Angelo, the guy in charge of making Emmiel's wedding suit.
He picks up after the third ring. "If you're calling to ask about the suit already, it's far from ready. Your wife just came in days ago for his measurement"
Angelo didn't even give me a chance to speak. "Whatever, however you need to do it—I don't care— but, I want the suit ready by tomorrow morning because my wife and I would be getting married by then"
"Tommorrow morning?" Angelo shrieks. "That's impossible"
I sighed. I was expecting this response from him. "Look outside your store window, Angelo. There's a shop right across, do you see it?"
"I do"
"Good" I conclude. "Look towards the building roof. Are your eyes there?"
"Yes, there are"
"Perfect. So I bet you see that sniper shooter dressed in black" I revealed. "There is another 3 o'clock, 6, 9 and 12. In summary; you're all surrounded"
"How long have.."
"How long have they been there?. Since the very beginning so now; listen to me" I state. "If you don't get Emmiel's suit ready before 12am the next morning, I'm ordering those shooter to pull the trigger, is that clear?"
"Let's not forget that the reason why are alive is because I decided to spare you" I state."I can decide to take your life anytime I want if you're not willing to live it for me"
Angelo say nothing. "Alright, I've gotten your response. Sniper number 3.."
"Wait!" Angelo shouts over the phone. "I'll do it. I'll get the suit down before 12am tomorrow morning"
A slow grin spread across my lips. "You see, I knew you could do it. You just needed a little push"
"That's by the way" I informed him. "What do you know about recessive omegas?"
"Just the basics"
"Which are?"
Angelo tells me everything he knows. "I know they are sort after alot because they are unable to get pregnant"
That'd what I wanted to hear. Everyone knew recessive omega couldn't get pregnant. So, why Emmiel?.
"And is there a probability of chance that a recessive omega could get pregnant?"
"It's unheard of but I wouldn't rule out the possibility" Angelo concludes. "Why do you ask though?. Your wife isn't pregnant, is he?"
Angelo had said that with a light tone tjat clearly proved he was joking but I couldn't bring myself to laugh about it.
"I see you no longer value your life to make such a bad joke as that" I informed him. "Sniper at 12.."
"Forgive me!" Angelo blurts out. "I don't know what came over me to say such words. Please, spare my life"
"Your pleas mean nothing" I clarified. "If you want to live, get Emmiel's suit done on time"
With that said, I hung up, marched upstairs to Emmiel's room and barged in. Emmiel was seated on the bed, looking confused.
His expression showed that he probably didn't deceive me but I was to blinded my rage at this point to see it.
All I wanted to do was punish him greatly. "Your arm"
He extends his hands out to me without hesitation. I take a pinch of his blood and turned it into a container.
Right now, I could only trust the lab results from this experiment.
"Pray to whatever you believe in that these lab result comes out clean, Emmiel" I warned. "Or I swear, you will regret the day you came into this mansion"