Chapter 168: Morning pickles

Elias’s POV

Noah’s words are too tender for a man like me. I swallow as I lean in to press one more kiss to his neck. The omega gives me a soft look as I get out of the bed.

When I’m off him, he sits up and stretches his hands over his head. The noises he makes are distracting and shouldn’t exist. His dramatic yawn mixed with a moan is irrationally attractive.

I swallow once more as I head to the table. I stop in front of the borrowed mirror to pause the video playing on my phone. I need to find this Youtuber and reward him for fixing my marriage with a smile.

My husband seems to think a hug has healing powers.

’He probably thinks people fart rainbow and shit roses’ Lucas’s voice says in my head and I pause. Something is wrong with me. Why did I just make a joke in Lucas’s voice inside my head?

"Ouch" Noah says and I turn my head. His hand is on his stomach and the shirt he’s wearing covers every single part of him. I shouldn’t have put him in something that big.

"What’s wrong with you?" I ask.

"Nothing" he says with an eyeroll before sighing. He said nothing, then it is nothing. I turn my attention to my phone and strain my ears to hear Noah moving off the bed.

He smells annoyed, sweet, and oddly peaceful.

"I don’t know why I’m so hungry. I’m craving so much strawberry shortcake..." I hear him murmur.

"There will be strawberry shortcake ready in one hour. I’ll ask the maid to make it" I say without looking at him. I know he’s not confident with asking for things. I’ll give him whatever he wants even if I will have to learn telepathy.

"Wait, isn’t it six A.M. or something? That’s inhuman" Noah says and I turn around to look at him. He looks horrified and I don’t see his point. What is inhumane about it?

"They work to serve" I state plainly and he folds his arms.

"I don’t like how you treat your workers like shit. You kill them, maim them, berate them...don’t you dare tell Damien or Lucas I said a curse word" Noah says in one breath and I tilt my head.

"Baby, we treat them like shit because they are shit. They signed a slave contract" I say to him and his jaw drops.

"Elias...that’s horrible" he whispers. He’s a saint. Too pure and too good for this world of mine. It’s unfortunate that he was born to a father like Governor Goldsmith.

"Noah, we don’t claim to be good people. We are all born evil. Baby, you are the only good person in this entire building" I say and his eyes go round with sadness.

"But...they’re still human beings" he says softly.

"They are all criminals. Every single one of them. They are people government hired us to kill or arrest. While we wiped out most and we spared those who beg hard enough to earn my mother’s pity" I explain to him.

"Then we give them the chance to live here and work as people who are dead to the government while taking care of their families. We are their mercy" I say and his face expresses how much he doesn’t accept my family’s way of living.

It can’t be changed. He doesn’t have to accept it. He can tolerate it if he wants, but at the end of the day, we are the men they all call the Gods.

"It’s still insane" Noah sighs softly.

"We are insane" I say and he nods slowly before wincing.

"I need to pee" he announces and goes into the bathroom. Again, I turn my attention to my phone. I take a screenshot of the YouTube channel. I’ll ask Lucas to find the Youtuber.

I hear the toilet flushing and the faucet running. Noah finally returns to the room with a puzzled look on his face.

"Elias, have you seen my shoe?" he asks and I turn my body to give him a response.

"What shoes?" I ask.

"I think white sneakers...I’m not too good at remembering stuffs, but I left them by the sink" he chews on his bottom lip as he tries to recall the shoes.

I know the ones he’s talking about. It is the one that is still lodged in the throat of the driver who spat on him. The man is still alive, and I am still making him bleed in different ways.

His bloodstains were the ones on my shirt last night.

"Elias?" Noah calls my name like he suspects something and I lean against the table. "Yes, Angel?"

"Where are my shoes?" he asks.

"I’ll buy new ones" I say, avoiding his eyes. I know he knows I kill, but for the first time, I feel ashamed of myself. I should have saved my husband’s shoes.

"What did you do to my shoes? Jerking off with my boxers was bad enough, I don’t want to create images of what you’re doing with my shoes" he rants.

Is there something people do with shoes now? Do I need to ask Damien for another lesson on sex and position?

"Elias! You’re frustrating me" Noah says with annoyance in his tone.

"I’m killing someone with it. I’m almost done making him swallow the shoe he spat on" I say bluntly and he flinches with obvious disgust.

"That’s so..." his face turns white and he places a hand over his mouth, "you should have just jerked off with it instead...goddess, I can’t do this" he gags and returns to the bathroom to throw up.

He’s not upset again, is he? I can never understand this omega. He wants truth and can’t handle it.

I follow him into the bathroom and pat his back as he vomits into the bowl. This position reminds me of that morning at the hotel. At the time he thought he was pregnant and didn’t tell me.

My jaw ticks as I remember that moment. Fuck. Ending that driver’s life is inevitable. I need to see someone die on Noah’s behalf.

"Goddess" he mutters like he’s in pain.

"Are you okay?"

"Too much graphic discussion" he moans and I keep on patting his back. "Rub, Elias. Rub my back, don’t pat" he complains and I start to rub his back for him.

When he’s done, he pulls himself off the floor and heads to the washbasin to clean his face. The omega leans on the porcelain structure to brush his teeth. While he does that, I watch him.

He’s my own education system. He’s my special specimen. The alien that brings me back to studying in the lab.

His body looks healthier. His skin is flushed. His hair looks better. I should feed him more.

"You can’t keep watching me like a creep while I brush" he says and a strange heat climbs up my cheek. It can’t be a blush. I don’t blush.

"I’ll go get your strawberry shortcake" I say and turn around to leave.

"Can they please add pickles on the side?" Noah asks with the brush in his mouth, and I stop mid-step.

"P-pickles?" I stutter for the first time in my life.

"It sounded good in my head" he grumbles and I nod. Noah wants pickles alongside strawberry shortcake. He never ceases to amaze me.

I walk to the kitchen to give my husband’s order. And when I’m done doing that, I go to Damien’s torture room to put an end to the driver’s misery. That will be my reward for being a good husband.