The Secret Society

Chapter 7

Madara

I was delighted by the electric pull of her skin on mine the moment she took my hand, an overwhelming sensation that triggered a calmness to sweep over me, calming my raging headache and reminding me to breath, live in the moment and hold on to it.

It felt like home.

The sudden change in the room was unexpected, the overflow of emotions an Omega can trigger by just existing in the presence of an Alpha was a testament to the connection we can have – if we don't fuck this up. She would bring a chaos in our life that only we can handle. Her scent being subdued was a bonus for now, otherwise we'd be nothing better than useless Alphas on our knees from how strongly we reacted to her.

The memory of her scent exploding in the spare bedroom still left a shakiness on my system. That high hit me to the core and left me wanting more. It would be necessary to keep our scents in check to maintain a clear mind near each other. She could still scent us as much as we could scent her after the scent blockers wear off and your pores begin to secret your natural pheromones.

The small notes of vanilla and flowers were still lingering in the room, mixing with our scents – and the alcohol reeking from he we shall not mention for now. I wasn't angry at him, not as angry as the spicy Omega seemed to be, rather disappointed in his lack of communication and poor decision making. I understand the need to keep things to yourself, he kept drowning in self-pity the moment he realised he'd lost our scent match after NOT mentioning she was more than welcome to stay with him – with us.

It WAS a one-night stand, after all. She had no obligation to stay in his bed until morning, he wasn't on his best mood most mornings anyway. Having a woman sharing your bed without an invite to stay over was simple communication enough to keep it impersonal, unless she asks, obviously. He didn't even bother to COMMUNICATE with her enough to get her name.

I expected more from him.

Nevertheless, here we are. She didn't owe us anything. And she still took up my offer to take care of her. If I'm not mistaken, Omegas have a biological need for reassurance, they do not invite themselves into any situation unless provoked. To everyone, simple words that offer help and a welcoming hand are enough to start on a good stance.

Not a cold shoulder and lack of words, or to overstep boundaries, push her to give us anything she isn't offering and judgement.

Chill winds blew outside with loud whistles, the rain had started up again in a light pitter patter on our windows before a flash of light illuminated the sky. I can't imagine how bad it must have been to drive under the intensity of the storm, a pinch of worry squeezed my chest with the thought of her out there if Shisui and Obito hadn't seen her parked in the small parking outside.

The night had more ups and downs than a roller coaster, exhaustion wavering our minds into overdrive. She held my hand with a slight shake. Her flight or fight instinct had been triggered – that was obvious. An omega's scent can sour or change depending on their emotions, same with Alpha. Even if we couldn't reach her scent that well – for now – we could tell she was on guard.

And seeing her fight us rather than flee was more exciting than I thought. Not that I want to ever be on the line of her wrath, but I'd love to have her dance with me.

Although, considering her hormones must be bombarding her system and mind with more than she can deal with at the time… having six Alphas on top of that wasn't fair.

I'll put a pin on that conversation for tomorrow.

That doctor seemed pleased with her overall condition before she left, even if her displeasure over us was quite evident.

The feeling is mutual.

Nevertheless, she was fine – for now – and that was all I could ask her. She pulled my hand and led me to the stairs, I knew she'd never been here before, her instincts were leading her to the place our scents were mostly present. Even with scent blockers, they do lose their effect around this time, her senses were alerted to us in a primal way that made me proud of being an Alpha.

She felt this way because of us. She was drawn to us. And we were just as receptive if not more.

As we reached the stairs, I could hear Sasuke almost slurring his plea to join us, the coffee Izuna forced down his throat wasn't enough to sober him up completely.

Tomorrow will be one hell of a wake-up call when he realizes he finally got to meet her, learn her name and give her his – fucking drunk and reeking of alcohol.

That bump on her head would be a reminder of his actions and he better atone for them. We can't allow ourselves to let her slip by again – or ever – if we want this to work out.

Part of being an Uchiha or any branch member was secrecy. Total secrecy over who we were and what we are in this world. Considering many of our high-ranking members have been caught in unsavoury situations and political scandals, associating with us isn't very welcomed.

Hence the lack of real names being used. I didn't blame Sasuke for avoiding giving out his name, she might have run for the hills if she knew better, or worse, use us to gain a position or standing with other members.

There's too much to unpack here. So far, I've been able to freely use my name on plenty occasions. My reputation proceeds me, and I carry that weight with me, so they don't have to.

Following her smaller steps, she stopped for a moment to address the pack and, once she felt satisfied, continued to the second floor. I let her guide me to the door at the end of the left corridor, my room. The door ajar from this morning before rushing out to a meeting and leaving the small fluffy devil sleep

Sakura turned to me right at my door. Noting her apprehension over invading my personal space, I took the lead and pushed the door open and tugged at our intertwined hands gently "Are you comfortable in those?" I inquired, she still held on to that blanket like a safety net and I wondered if she needed the scent of her home to feel more comfortable. The memory of that security tape Itachi shared still raw on my mind.

Who the fuck was that person? They had a fucking hammer…

I couldn't ask her, not yet. She's safe here. Not in that flooded apartment with questionable security. "Yes" she whispered, letting my hand go and wrapping herself with the blanket.

I nodded at the bathroom door "I'll be back, please get comfortable" with one glance at Sasuke, a clear message to ensure he stays on his best behaviour, I leave them alone. A cold shower was needed to drown my thoughts. Every muscle vibrated with the need to keep her close and comfort her. The link we share as a pack was all I needed to understand we felt the same way. Sending them reassurance through the link, I step in and wash away all the scent blockers I sprayed on by skin and hair.

Another rule we had at home was to keep the weekends to ourselves and for pack matters. No work allowed unless it affects our pack in some way. No scent blockers or restrictions that shut down our second gender. We get to let all the weeks' worth of constrictions go and just live in the moment. Otherwise, Alpha's can turn rouge from shutting down their instincts for too long.

No one wants that.

Even an Omega can fall into depression if her needs aren't met. I let the cold stream of water rinse the worry away from my tense shoulders. all I can do is hold on to the precious gift that is a scent match, plus…

I can't get my head around it.

She's pregnant. Our first pack child. It's still too early for anything right now, I never knew this could be a reality – not that I won't ask about it and confirm. There's still the possibility of a lie or hidden truths to discover, I can't get too ahead of myself in this. Pregnancy scandals are a huge issue in the Uchiha clan. Many have tried to pull the baby card on members for decades, it's exhausting.

Most of the time we know they're bluffing. Throughout our history, the elders have pushed for traditional marriage and ensured most births in the family are accounted for, even as some have escaped the clutches and changed their identity to stay away and unrelated to us.

Understandable.

I still remember how my mother always wished to have a daughter, knowing the birth history of mostly males being born under the family name and all Alphas – or a "disgraceful Beta". My father tried to keep her happy, even as she let all four of her sons grow their hair long enough for her to enjoy brushing and braiding the wild mane of hair on our heads. She never had a daughter, and sadly, or fortunately, couldn't dress her sons in cute dressed and piggy tails.

Not that she would admit she tried a few times.

I smiled at the memory. What would she say if we brought out the news? Would she be happy for us? Worries? Ecstatic over being a grandmother?

I'm getting ahead of myself "Keep it together" I muttered under the shower head. It's rare to have a pack in the Uchiha clan, it's frowned upon by the elders. The only pack I know about lives far away and has cut contact with the main families. A few members had joined other packs and had to let go of their last names as well.

Not for us, so far. We've been able to stand strong over the stupid and old "Traditions" our clan wants to enforce. They don't believe in a pack dynamic. Mostly because it means an Omega will be the center of our world once we find our match.

And we did.

I just hope she doesn't hate the idea of the life we can offer her. With how strong she seemed just a few moments ago, ready to fight, I believe she will be able to handle and ignore the prejudice our elders will throw at her for being an Omega. They believe Omegas are beneath Alphas, only there to confuse and seduce us into doing their bidding.

I see why they believe that, now that I found myself in her presence, I would do whatever she asked me to, if that meant she would gift me with a bright smile and shine those gorgeous eyes at me.

Those elders can shove it where the sun doesn't shine.

She won't be alone, from now on. My resolve solidified as I exited she shower, clean and ready for bed. Only in my boxers, it would be a crime to put more layers between us. I found her bundled up in her pink blanket in the middle of the bed, Sasuke on her back, holding on to her mid-section with his hand pressing possessively at her lower stomach. His nose buried on her neck with a low purr vibrating from his chest.

That's new.

Pride filled my chest once again at his actions, my pack mate knowing how to comfort our Omega like a good and respectful Alpha. I climbed on the bed, pressing closer to her front and burring my nose to her hair and breathing in.

God, she smells amazing. The scentless shampoo and conditioner allowing her own coconut scent to come out and play, letting us know she was content with her surroundings. A small voice mumbled a few incoherent words before the began to inch closer to me. Her hand touching my sternum and causing me to purr automatically. With a sigh, she buried her head to my neck and lulled back to sleep.

I'll die in her arms tonight.

…

The morning light dragged me out of sleep, the first thing I noticed was how hard I was and how soft the lump felt on top of me. Stirring slightly, I glanced above me to see a bundle of pink covering my vision. Her small frame raising and falling with my chest every time I breathed. At some point, I turned on my back and dragged her upper body on top of me, cradling her to my chest. I couldn't het her fully on me due to certain someone having a death grip on her lower body the entire night.

I don't mind, he needed this. Losing her again would cause his Alpha to fall into depression… that would be heartbreaking.

The Omega had her own plans during the night. I found myself tangled up on HER soft pink blanket and her body fully pressed to me. I can't have her notice the tent going on down there… it looks ridiculous under the pink blanket, filled with her scent and mixing with ours.

I tried to will the erection away… with cero results. Was this the start of a torturous beginning? Are we going to be hiding our tents from her from now on? She can't see us like this, she'll think we are a group of deranged Alphas.

Fuck!