Mated to Four Alphas-Chapter 271: Flashback - 11

Damon’s POV

Well, I know I said we could sleep, but I didn’t expect that Silas would actually go and lie down on the bed.

He’s sleeping there like he doesn’t feel uncomfortable at all, like he’s not even thinking that I might pounce on him or anything.

I know. I shouldn’t do anything without his permission. Still, he needs to be conscious around an Alpha.

Alphas are like beasts. They can do anything to an Omega just to satisfy their desires.

Then I also went and sat on the bed near his feet. He was lying there very comfortably.

And he just smiled as I sat down. I slowly extended my hand and touched his feet.

At the touch, I glanced up at him to see his reaction, and his reaction was normal, like nothing had happened.

He was just looking at me, so I rubbed my hand on his feet and slowly moved it further up, a little more further.

And when my hand reached his thighs, I squeezed it—squeezed it very hard.

When I did that, I wanted him to push me away, because what I was doing was wrong.

I didn’t even ask his permission. He should push me away. Even if he hit me, I wouldn’t mind.

That’s what an Omega should do when an Alpha behaves this way—instead of submitting to an Alpha.

But when I glanced up without letting go of his thigh, I saw him blushing.

He was looking so hot, and he was even releasing his pheromones.

I can’t deny it—how sexy he looks right now—but I can’t ignore the fact that he didn’t push me away.

He’s submitting himself to me. I quickly withdrew my hand and sat up straight, serious, without relaxing.

"Silas, sit up. We need to talk."

My tone was cold because I wanted Silas to have self-respect too, and not just listen to everyone—even when they talk to him badly.

Hearing me, he sat up real quick, looking at me with eager eyes, like he wanted to know what I was about to say. Didn’t he hear my cold tone? Or is he ignoring it?

"What do you want to talk about, Damon?"

"When another Alpha touches you the way I did earlier, do you let them touch you like that by any chance?"

I know no one dares to touch him, but this was my way of asking him and making him realize that the way I touched him—it was wrong.

I know he’s only eighteen years old, that’s why he doesn’t know much about the world yet.

But he’ll have to learn soon enough. Because the world is cruel enough.

"What do you mean by that, Damon? I didn’t understand."

My eyes widened after hearing that. He really didn’t understand. I could see it.

Why didn’t he push me away? Because he doesn’t even know what’s a good touch and what’s a bad touch. I’m sure he didn’t even realize what I was trying to do.

"Silas, a while ago—the way I touched your feet and squeezed your thigh. Didn’t that feel uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable? I’m not sure. But yeah, it did hurt when you squeezed it hard."

"I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to squeeze it hard. I was... trying to teach you. Let me see your thigh."

Man, I’m such a dumbass. Why did I squeeze it so hard? This innocent boy doesn’t even know anything.

I should’ve just explained to him what I was thinking—and about the sexual stuff. I shouldn’t have rushed those things. Just like I did a while ago.

"Silas, I’m going to tell you something. Keep it in mind for the rest of your life, okay? This is something I’ll teach you as your elder, okay?"

"First—when someone touches you on your thighs, or even rubs your hands, your back, or tries to touch your neck—neck especially—that’s a bad touch. And even when someone holds your hand, it may feel okay, but it’s not always right. That could still be a bad touch."

"Someone might have bad intentions toward you. They might start by holding your hand. So always be aware of what’s a good touch and what’s a bad touch. If someone touches you and you feel uncomfortable, push them away. There’s no need to tolerate it."

I don’t know if he knows about sexual things or not, but I needed to teach him this too.

I felt like a teacher and he was the student—nodding as I explained.

And it made me feel good—like yes, I’m preparing him to protect himself in this world full of Alphas.

"I think, Silas, you need to learn self-defense too. If we have time, I’ll teach you how to fight and protect yourself."

"Thank you, Damon. You’re so nice. I didn’t really know about these things. Every time the teacher tried to explain it, I didn’t understand. But when you taught me, I did. And if you teach me how to fight, I’ll learn really fast—I promise."

It’s great that he’s determined to learn. I like that.

The way he says he’ll learn to fight from me—I’m sure that if I train him for even one month, no—just one year—he’ll be able to defend himself.

"Silas, don’t worry. You’re in good hands now. I’ll teach you everything. I’ll make you a strong Omega."

He was happy to hear that—and happy learning all these things. And I was happy too, knowing I could teach him.

I’ll teach him things that many Omegas never get to learn. Because in many packs, people don’t let Omegas fight.

They don’t even teach them how to defend themselves. That’s why most Omegas are weak and fragile.

And suddenly, he held my hand while thanking me. I also pat his head.

"Damon, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you get only one room if you weren’t going to touch me?"

Well, getting one room for both of us doesn’t mean I had ulterior motives toward him.