My brothers’ taunts echo back to me. Once again, I see myself huddled beneath them, five large alphas. Well, large to me at that time. I was seven. They were nine, ten, eleven, twelve, and thirteen.
They should have known better...
“Ha, you gonna cry, little baby?”
“Wuss!”
“Some alpha you are!”
“Runt!”
“Kick him again!”
They were my family, yet they hurt me. Children can be cruel, I guess, but it’s not as if I have a relationship with my brothers now. They’re still dicks. They all deem me weak as they want nothing to do with me.
They’re ashamed to have a weak alpha like me as a brother. That’s how I became like this. I wanted to prove them wrong. I wanted to prove that I could be as strong as they are, that I could be just as merciless.
I am not weak. I’m a psychopath. I have no mercy. Ask some of my former victims or their ghosts to be more precise.
Yet I can’t find it in me to kill this tiny omega, and maybe my brothers were right. Maybe I am weak.
I let one little omega get to me after all.
I guess it’s all up to Roman now. He will be the one to kill the omega in the end.
Fuck. I don’t want to see her die. I can’t help but be drawn to her, and I don’t care if it makes me weak.I’ve never felt like this about anyone, and she’s a complete stranger; I don’t know anything about her.
Yet I do know one thing: she made Sebastian hesitate, and that’s saying something. He’s the most merciless person I know.
Even more merciless than my shithead brothers.
Whether he’s killing an omega, an alpha, or beta, he doesn’t care. He’s like a robot, a well-oiled machine, yet he broke over a little omega.
It seems such a waste of a life. Someone who has that much influence over my pack brother at least deserves a chance at life. Right?
She may have killed an alpha, but do we really know the full story? We just went off what the government told us because we can’t think for ourselves.
We do their bidding like slaves, and I’ve never been more sickened by myself.
We really are sheep.
But whenever I smell her sweet perfume, I don’t feel so bad anymore. She makes me feel all light and fuzzy, and it’s like I’m floating on air.
Once again, I resist the urge to hold her close. I have a feeling it’s what she needs right now: someone to protect her. Someone to keep her safe from all the wolves of this world.
She’s such a broken thing. But I’m just as broken too.
Maybe we can pick up our broken pieces together?
Roman heaves a sigh, stepping toward us. The omega whimpers, using me as a shield.
“Why is the omega still alive?”
I don’t have to spell it out for him. One look at Sebastian, and Roman understands.
He couldn’t kill her. I couldn’t kill her either, because it turns out that I’m just as weak as my brothers said I was after all.
“Well, then,” Roman starts, and there’s no denying the sarcasm in his voice. “It looks like I will have to be the one to kill her in the end after all.”