Then the alpha had to go and make a shitty comment about Shiloh settling for someone else.
Implying that he didn’t want him.
It didn’t matter that he also spoke of wanting the “mystery” omega. Even if that was Shiloh, Sarang didn’t know it, and he was rejecting him.
For some stranger.
The sex had been phenomenal, of course, and logically, Shiloh recognized how ridiculous he was being to be jealous ofhimself, and yet…Hadn’t the two of them been through enough by now that he should trump even phenomenal tail—even if he was said tail.
He’d been seething before their attackers had run them off the road, and his anger only grew when bullets rained around them.
“Stick close to the side!” Sarang called out when another round of gunfire pinged against the side of a concrete building, sending puffs of chalk into the air.
Shiloh hardly noticed, too caught up in his own head. The alpha took up the rear so he could fire back, blaster in hand. It was a miracle they hadn’t woken the entire neighborhood already, though that probably had something to do with the fact this wasn’t a residential area.
Still, they were coming up on a street with several hotels and apartment complexes—including the one Shiloh hadsecretly purchased under a false name—so they’d have to shut their pursuers up quick if they didn’t want the police arriving.
He needed to find Sarang somewhere more private where the alpha could take out their attackers. Once Sarang had “saved the day”, his ego would be bolstered, and Shiloh could set them back on the right track. They could still make dinner. He could bring up the conversation about Den Night again, maybe a bit more tactfully this time, and then confess.
If Sarang wasn’t happy that Shiloh was that omega afterward…
Then he’d be forced to implement Plan B.
Plain and simple.
It couldn’t even be considered his fault really, not after all the chances he’d given the alpha to do right by him on his own.
“This way!” Shiloh made a quick cut to the left, dashing across an empty street, mind made up. He’d take them to their final destination first to deal with the idiots who were after them, then go to the restaurant from there.
Taboo, the luxury hotel he’d purchased and was in the process of renovating came into view and he picked up the pace. The parking garage would be empty at this time of night, and the workers weren’t set to return to continue with renovations until the end of the weekend. They’d be relatively safe there to do as they pleased. All Shiloh had to do later was remember to erase the security footage.
The sign attached to the cream-colored building winked, bright silver letters depicting the name catching his attention for a moment before a curse had him spinning on his heels.
Sarang stumbled, catching himself on the gate meant to prevent cars from entering the closed garage. Blood welled from the back of his right shoulder where he’d just taken a bullet, but before Shiloh could inspect it, he shoved him forward.
The garage was a six-level building that attached to the main one through three stairwells and an elevator system. There were building materials left on the first couple of floors, but Shiloh wasn’t interested in hiding. Instead, he led them up the winding path to the fourth floor. One of the stairwells jutted out on the right, and he pulled Sarang behind it.
There was little doubt they’d been spotted entering, but they’d had a big enough headstart, there was time to gather their breath before their attackers arrived.
“I hit three on our way here,” Sarang informed him, emptying his spent clip and replacing it with a new one.
“There are five left,” Shiloh supplied.
“Are you armed?”
There was a blaster hidden in the holster beneath his jacket, but Shiloh shook his head in the negative.
“We talked about you leaving without a gun on you,” Sarang scolded.
Shiloh didn’t need one to take care of five idiots, a fact the alpha would have known if not for all of his lies.
Damn Diogenes.
His words from before came backagain, no less upsetting than before. But what the hell did Dio know? He thought Shiloh was belittling himself, that he was tarnishing his prince title by acting meek and incapable. What Dio didn’t understand was that it didn’t mean anything to Shiloh.
Pride was nothing. He’d trade it to have his alpha over and over again if he had to.
If Sarang would accept him, Shiloh could play this part for the rest of their lives. Content in the lie. Sitting back, like he was doing right now, and allowing the alpha to play the hero.
