Chapter 159: Styles

T/W: graphic panic attack.

Noah’s POV

"Noah..." Roman’s voice pierces through the bubble I’ve been swallowed up by.

He’s still too close. He’s still in my orbit. I draw a breath through my mouth and the loud sound of a palm landing against a cheek fills the car.

I slapped him.

My hand moves to do it again, but Roman stops me by grabbing my wrist. "Noah!"

"How dare you?" I hiss, yanking my hand away from his grip and slapping him across the face again.

"How could you?!" I yell in pure rage as I slap him again, adding another handprint to the ones I already left on his face. Roman looks at me with pure shock without stopping me this time around.

I bet his dream omega would never hit him, right? Too bad I’m not his dream omega.

"I’m married!" I shout and give him one more slap. The alpha doesn’t move away from me, his mouth hangs open, and his eyes stay fixed on my face.

"Noah..." he says my name like a monster has taken over my body and I bare my teeth at him. The phantom feeling of his lips against mine is like acid against my mouth.

"You just called Elias the most vile names in the world. You just said he doesn’t deserve me because all he does is force me. How can you say all that and still kiss me without permission?" I ask and he shakes his head like the situation is too absurd.

"It was an accident...Noah. I swear I’m not that kind of person."

"Neither is Elias! Elias isn’t a rapist, and unlike you, he makes me ask for what I want. He isn’t trying to tie me down to some inhumane belief...he..." I pause to catch my breath.

"He doesn’t see me or treat me like an omega...he treats me like something valuable" I whisper and Roman’s shoulders drop. His eyes turn red and he looks like he’s about to burst into tears.

"I’m sorry...Noah. I promise I didn’t mean to disrespect or hurt you" he says with a sorry look.

"You always disrespect me, Roman. I don’t want to be some alpha’s breeding machine. I don’t want to sit still and look pretty. I want to live." My voice cracks and Roman presses his palms together.

"You can live with me, Noah. Elias Deus isn’t a good choice for you" he says desperately.

"Ask your driver to stop the car" I say quietly.

"Come on, Noah. It’s a long distance away from the house" Roman says.

"Would you rather I jump out of the car?"

"It’s not fair! Noah, please. Don’t make me mourn my dad and lose you on the same day. I’m begging you" Roman pleads as he takes my hands in his. In irritation, I smack his hand away.

I really wish Kai and his gun were here.

I unlock the door, but before I get to jump out, Roman grabs me and pulls me back. His arms are around my stomach and for some reason, the action takes me right back to the day I was kidnapped by Freya.

The men who tried to force themselves on me and the man with the mask who ejaculated on my face suddenly fill my headspace.

"No...no...NO!" I scream, trying to fight him off as my throat closes up. My breathing is coming out as short, painful pants and my head is spinning.

"Noah. I’m sorry. Oh Goddess, hey! Stop the car" he yells to his driver, and my ears start to ring. I’m terrified. I know I’m not in that place anymore, but it feels like I am.

I claw at my skin as if the man is still in front of me with his cock ready to defile. I remember the man was called Styles on Freya’s phone. The man, Styles, was the one who paid for my body.

I get out of the car as soon as Roman opens it and I fall to the floor.

In a desperate attempt to get away, I start to crawl on the rough floor. My palms drag over the hot asphalt, but the pain is nothing compared to how sick I feel. The physical pain is nothing compared to the way my brain is relaying the loss of a child I never had inside me.

"Elias..." I call the only name I can think of. He’s the only person I trust to touch me. The world starts to spin as I continue to struggle for air in an open space.

I want Elias.

Somehow, I end up on the floor, losing consciousness, and giving in to the demons I didn’t know would be waiting to catch me.

Freya and Styles.

’He’s well trained. Don’t worry, he was made for this’ Freya says. I’m sitting on a bed like goods on display. My hands are tied behind my back and my body is naked.

’You’re sure it’s a good buy?’ the man asks and Freya laughs softly. She sounds friendly. She sounds like she could do no wrong ever.

’He’s a very good buy. He may no longer be a virgin, but that’s because of that monster who goes around killing people’ she says.

’He’s not a monster’ I say.

’Shut up, Noah. Omegas don’t speak unless they’re being spoken to’ Freya says with a disapproving glare, and I start to shout in defiance.

’I’m not going to stop! Elias is a good man’

The man takes off his mask, and I gasp because of the face I’m looking at. Roman? Why is Roman here to force me into being who I’m not?

’Ro-Roman?’ I stutter and he smiles at me.

The noise of a running engine wakes me out of the dream. My head is resting on someone’s lap. I gasp for air as I lift myself off. In blind panic, I try my best to get out of the car.

I need to go back to Elias!

"He’s panicking in his sleep? Fuck, how bad was it?" Lucas’s worried voice asks and I whimper, forcing myself to focus on breathing slowly. When I do, I see Elias’s face on a phone screen.

He’s staring at me through the phone with no expression on his face. His eyes are dark and he looks like he would come out of the phone if he could.

I’m in a car with Kai and Lucas.

Lucas is in the back with me, Kai is driving, and the driver who brought us here is in the passenger seat. We’re stuck in traffic and there’s a car playing music loudly from the radio right next to us.

"Elias?" I say his name in a shaky voice.

"Yes, Angel?" he asks.

"Who bought me from Freya?" I ask as loudly as I can manage and his eyes darken.

"Stiles. Roger Stiles" he says bluntly and every hope I ever had for humanity vanishes.

"Breaking news; former governor son has gone missing just hours before his father’s burial" the radio of the car next to us announces and I pass out again from the overwhelming information.