WARNING:  Suicide Attempt. If you are not comfortable, do not read this character.

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"Leo Devon, why did you killed those werewolves?"

"What were your motives behind it!"

"Does your brother know about this?"

"How does Ryder Devon feel to find out that his brother is the serial killer roaming the city?"

All those questions and none of them contained a true answer. Devon was sitting on his large leather chair, fingers pressed against his lips as his dark eyes were merely focused on his large screen which showed his brother's large frame, escorted by two men in police uniform whilst his hands were handcuffed. The alpha leaned against the back rest and closed his eyes, evidently frustrated and pissed off to no end. He had started to get some serious headaches from all of that bullshit that has happened in his town.

California was supposed to be a place of sin and a place of dreams coming true, not a fucking thriller and horror mist.

Soon enough he reached to take the small remote control laying on the wooden surface of his desk and pressed the red button, completely shutting off the large TV and the news reporter talking about Leo more and more, excitement evident in her voice.

Those fucking crows, trying to drink from all of the information they received and turn it out in completely different story. Ryder let out loud growl and slammed his fist on the table in his episode of rage. 

Absolutely nothing went against his plan. 

God, he was so fucking happy for catching the killer roaming the city and causing such cruel things to the omegas, but now? Now that deep hatred and anger were gone, the satisfaction of seeing his brother on the news as he was escorted to prison brought nothing but guilt. What was Ryder even thinking?? They shared one blood—he wasn't sure if it was because he tried to revenge on Leo for being the 'good' child in the family or actually doing this town a favor. Either ways, he fucked up and he knew he did. 

It's been exactly three weeks since Leo got into prison, and the fucking media decided to air the news a few days later and today was the hundredth time that live footage of Leo was aired on TV again and again, letting people know that the killer was caught and there was nothing to be afraid of anymore. Ryder guessed that he wasn't in charge of this town anymore. Ever since the killings started, his power slowly started slipping off his fingers and that alone angered him to no end.

He was not only tired from the entire bullshit but from the fact that those fucking trials took way too long. Ryder was seeing different lawyers each time for Leo and he wondered if it was because no one wanted to defend such miracilous killer? 

He could still remember Leo's face when Ryder burst into the house, shouting his name. He could still remember how weak Leo had become once Ryder began repeating the word 'killer' under his breath and pinned his frame onto the ground before the cops walked in as well and handcuffed Leo, leading him out from the house without much exchange of words.

Ryder was standing there, with bloody fists, ripped buttons of his white shirt and dark brown hair messy, watching his brother's back. The alpha had the full right to believe so, but. . . Leo was silent in every way. He wasn't taunting, he wasn't laughing. . . he was being a wreck, and it was all written upon his face. That alone made Ryder to wonder if he truly was the killer for a split second, but another thing was that the killings had stopped ever since Leo got in prison, so this was for the best for everyone.

One problem solved.

Yet, another one appeared.

Ever since those brutal killings became public for the citizens, all of the omegas had decided to cause a large riot and go against alphas, looking for their rights. Ryder was of course busy with papers and other shit to deal with that situation in calm matters; The riot was still in progress and the entire city was filled with angry omegas, shouting and insulting alphas, trying to shame them and call them out for their brute ways of claiming. 

The alpha spent sleepless nights in distress and complete breakdown . . . but nobody had to know that.

Of course, Ryder's intense thoughts were interrupted by Clarissa, his maid's. Her voice was shaky and out of place, her Spanish accent thick with each word she'd let slip out from her mouth. When he finally got back to reality , his chocolate eyes focused on her green wide eyes and face pale as a marble.

He immediately furrowed his eyebrows.

"What is it, Clarissa? " Ryder asked in a low voice, slowly rising up from his seat.

"Senior Ryder. . . the omega. . . " she trailed off, her voice was shaking.

And immediately through Ryder's mind appeared all kinds of scenarios. 

"Tell me what's going on!" he roared at her with all of his rage. The female jumped from her spot and began crying quietly.  Somehow he deeply regretted shouting at her, she wasn't at fault. The alpha had been collecting all this anger and stress in him, he just bursted. Like a time ticking bomb.

"The omega has locked himself in the bathroom and refuses to go out, he hasn't eaten in days. " she responded in a raspy tone. Then it hit Ryder that it's been almost a month since he had brought Jason here. They of course didn't had much of encounter together but how could he fucking leave an omega locked and completely isolated like this? Was he /that/ cruel? 

Mint and rain. The scent that made Devon's bones shift and his body to ache as if it was a precious elexir. 

His eyes fluttered shut and he slumped back on his leather chair, gripping firmly the edges of his office desk.

It was pure irritation and anger and even his maid took a step back because this was how frightening to other people Ryder seemed. The alpha pinched the bridge of his nose and circled his desk slowly, extending his hand.

"Give me the keys and go. You are free for the night. " he murmured in a low voice before passing through her, not letting her finish at all. So many shit came in his head, now with this bratty omega. He regretted even buying him in the first place. 

Once the alpha reached the door, he slowly unlocked it and pushed the door open. The room seemed as if a person never lived here, everything was clean...way too clean. There was a single trail of food on the night stand beside the bed that remained untouched as there was not a trace of a omega. 

Ryder let out a low growl as he headed toward the door where the bathroom supposedly was. He began banging on the wooden surface with his fists, roaring in angered voice.

"Open the fucking door!"

Silence.

"Omega, open the damn door!" he commanded in his low alpha voice, but that did nothing to it as well. Ryder was getting angrier as each second passed by. He couldn't smell any scent from the omega at this point. That made Ryder a bit concerned, he wondered if he was too late? 

"Fucking hell!" he hissed loudly as he took a step back, slowly rolling the sleeves of his white shirt "I will break the door so step back- " and with a strong kick, the small wooden door was down on the ground. Devon's brown dark eyes fell over the helplessly lying body on the cold tiles not too far away.

"Dammit..." Ryder cursed loudly once he noticed the small bottle of white little pills scattered all over the ground. He didn't waste any precious time in picking up petite small body as if it weighed nothing and carrying the omega to the large bed. Pulling out his phone, he immediately called for help.

One problem after another.

Ryder Devon was definitely a cursed bastard. 

He was pacing back and forth nervously as his staff rushed in to see what was going on, a few maids circled the bed and as soon as Dr. Jasper Claimton—Ryder's personal doctor, rushed into the room where the omega laid.

Claimton was an old man, in his late sixties, with a beard that reached a little down to his chest and white long hair covered by a black hat, the one men used in the 60's. Jasper was a professional and a very kind man. He knew techniques that doctors nowdays didn't even dreamt of knowing. One of the many reasons Ryder trusted this man.

As the elder man sat down on the edge of the bed and gave Devon a disapproving look before proceeding on clearing out the omega's stomach from all the pills he had taken. It was a fucking miracle despite of the large amount of pills that he had managed to survive. . . and that left Ryder wondering. . . who gave the omega those pills?

As long as the alpha remembered, there were absolutely no medicine in the bathroom as he gave an order to the maids to keep an eye on him. It must have been someone in the house. Ryder needed a drink.

Soon enough Dr.Claimton came into the office, slowly closing the door after himself. The silence could make anyone feel uptight, nervous and uncomfortable, but not Ryder. The alpha was ready for a long lecture from his close friend as he leaned back on the large leather chair, sighing heavily.

"Say what you gotta say, Jasper. " he mumbled lowly. "And then go, I am not in the mood for your lectures and long friendly talks, I've got a lot of things on my head. "

The doctor however didn't say anything. His bright green eyes were somehow filled with sadness as he made his way toward the empty chair, slowly sitting down as he placed his hat in his lap.

"Do you know who he is?" after a few minutes of another excruciating silence, Claimton's voice echoed in the office. Ryder didn't particularly care who he was at this point, he just didn't knew what to do. He had kept this omega locked in the bedroom for a month now. . . maybe that was one of the reasons he had tried to end his life. 

Ryder shook his head in response, offering silently the doctor a drink, but the older man shook his head in decline. 

"His name is Jason Walters, he is a lawyer. . . and he has the case of Sylvia Toretto, the very first murder of omega. "

That had Ryder frowning.

"How do you know?"

"My. . . granddaughter had a relationship with him. They have broken up I guess..." 

Ryder stopped drumming his long fingers on the wooden surface of the desk as he rose an eyebrow before leaning forward, as if he tried to process the information.

And then it hit him: He had felt mint and rain on the crime scene, because Jason was there.

"So, I. . . sensed his scent on one of the first murders when I got there, this must have been him..." he muttered as if to himself.

The old doctor rose a bushy eyebrow.

"What scent, Devon?" the old man asked curious. He was an alpha as well, but he had a mate and was happily married. It was a very known fact what this meant for Jasper, but somehow the doctor wanted to hear the younger alpha to say it.

" Mint and rain. . ."

"Devon-" Jasper started, carefully watching the reaction.

The alpha sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his brown curly locks in complete frustration.

"-you know what this means, right? "

Fuck, how he wouldn't know what this meant? The alpha couldn't believe it, he never fucking even thought of that before, but how was this even possible when he was taking dozants? Fear took over him all of a sudden. 

"Yeah. . . . he is my mate. " 

* dozant - a medication used to suppress an alpha's urge and craving to mate with an omega.