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Sebastian

Havingthatomegaaround the house has been harder than I realized it would be, and I really didn’t anticipate this. She’s making me feel things that I haven’t felt in years.

Strange things happen to me when I’m around her, but I’m not a complete idiot; I know what arousal is, but the organ responsible for supplying the oxygen around my body keeps skipping beats lately, and what the hell is going on?

Do I need to see a doctor about that?

If the organ weren’tkeeping me alive, I’d rip it out and lock it in a vault deep underground.

It’s driving me insane. Dove is driving me insane, and she hasn’t even done anything wrong. All she has to do is exist, and I’m losing my mind.

And I thought I couldn’t get any crazier.

I cannot let myself get carried away around her. My knot swells whenever I just look at her, and I have to get out of the house tonight. I’d go to a bar, but unfortunately, I hate people. I find them repulsive. The only people I can handle are Roman and Isaac, but that’s because they’re my pack.

We share a bond and they are like family to me. I’ve even fucked one of them, and it looks as if I’ll be sneaking into Isaac’s room again tonight.

Anything to take my mind off Dove.

So instead of going out and finding a bar, I linger in my room, burning a hole into the ceiling with my goddamned glare. I’m lying on the bed, resting my arm behind my head as all I can think about is Dove. She always looks so wary around me and who could blame her. When we first met, I placed a knife to her throat, and thank whatever deity managed to stop me on time.

I’d have done it too. I’d have taken her life, just like I have taken the lives of many before her. Killing is as easy as counting to three for me. I even murder sheep in my sleep, but I know murdering that little omega would have been the final tipping point.

My soul never would have recovered if I’d killed her. I’d have lost all humanity.

It doesn’t matter how many omegas I kill. They will never be Daphne. Yet that didn’t stop me from picturing her face every time I took one of their lives. It just made it easier to sweep them all under the same brush.

Every omega was as bad as the bitch who abused me and my father, but something about Dove made me halt.

It was like magic. Not that I believe in such crap. That shit is for children, but a forcefield of some kind had prevented me from digging the serrated edge of that cold knife into her silken skin.

Instead of tearing that beautiful flesh, I just wanted to caress it and feel it beneath my cold, calloused fingers, and fuck… I can’t handle this.

Why did I request that she be placed in a room in my hall? It just seemed like it was my obligation to keep her safe. She is my responsibility now. I have no idea how that came to fruition, but there is one thing I am certain of. No harm will come to that omega. As long as I draw breath, her eyes remain open.

They will dazzle for all eternity if I can help it.

I just thank whatever god decided to knock some sense into Roman. I was so close to going up against him and snapping off that awful device around her neck, but he decided to take it off himself. I wonder what changed his mind?

He did seem in better spirits when he came back from his grandmother’s house earlier.

I honestly believe in the darkest pits of my soul that we have nothing to fear when it comes to that omega. Sure, she killed an alpha. What’s that compared to the hundreds of omegas that I have killed? That we’ve all killed?

Yeah, looks are very deceiving, but I’m normally pretty good at reading someone. Dove only kills out of fear and self-defense. That is not a monster.

That is a victim.

That was why I left her the steak knife. I thought she at least deserved a weapon of some kind. Something that would give her an edge if one of us did decide to kill her.

I think she has a right to feel safe.

I lift my own blade, staring at my reflection inside its shiny steel.

Its name is Sharktooth.

Footsteps approach the door, and I grit my teeth when I pick up on Isaac’s wild grass scent.

“Hey, Bast… Dove and I are gonna watch a movie. You wanna join?”


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