"He's gone," Renée told him, when Red finally made it up the stairs, weak as a newborn foal, legs trembling - but he didn't feel young. Instead he felt frail and broken, stooping like a very old man.
He stared at her, uncomprehending.
His mother was sitting at their scuffed kitchen table in her robe and slippers, an untouched cup of cold tea in front of her.
"Your brother," she clarified.
"He informed me that he was done living with weak omegas. That he was returning to his father - to live the life that is his birthright."
No.
That was impossible. Red's head spun. He would never -
"Robin would never say that."
His mother looked at him then. "He's gone. You must accept that."
"No." He would never, ever. It couldn't be true.
"Where is he?" Red could barely stand, but he would go after him.
He would find the other boy and make him communicate the real reason, tell him about what had happened, everything the omega could now (after the heat-haze had released him) only remember in vague flashes and impressions -
As long as he had Robin, as long as they were together, they could fix this. They could manage anything -
Red could pretend he didn't feel this way about his adopted brother. He could bury the longing, surely, as long as he got to be near Robin. He could. He would.
"It's too late, Roux. By now he's back with his father - pampered and guarded and identified. He'll be closely monitored until he comes of age. He couldn't return here even if he wanted to. Not now. You will never see him again...
"He's gone."
Ears ringing, room spinning - the linoleum made a dull sound when his knees hit it, and then another when his shoulder followed.
But Red felt nothing as the truth hit him. As he crumbled to the floor.
He was numb.
They reacted instantly.
Ducking behind the desk for cover, Red fumbled at his ankle for the homemade blade still strapped there, glancing frantically at the window to asses their chances of jumping.
But the office was so vast - it would take them several strides with no cover to reach the window, and it was a bad drop to undertake uncontrolled, haphazard. The climbing rope still hung there, unsecured, half-unwound.
Shit. Shit. Why had he been so stupid?
This is really bad.
Even if they got out, the security would know, would follow.
He'd pulled his trousers back up before the trio had walked in on them, but his shirt and vest still gaped open, and Richard had seen them together. Him on Robin's lap. Them kissing.
Childishly, he felt an impulse to just hide there, behind the desk - and impulse to grip his brother's hand tight and whisper sshhs and hold their breaths and hope their father didn't see them, didn't find them, didn't punish them.
It was a visceral feeling, an imprint of the past that hit him with a physical force, like a violent gust of wind.
But before he could think of a plan - before he could even free the blade - a figure came around the side of the room, raising a weapon, and Red stood up, shielding Robin with his body, stepping forward to block the massive bodyguard -
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Robin Red (BxB) - Alpha x Omega Stepbrothers
Romance(MATURE) (Alpha x Omega) Red Rivelle may be an omega in an alpha's world, but he has no intention of playing by their rules. At twenty, he's busy running an underground shelter with his mother by day and defending vulnerable omegas in the streets b...
