However, I am finding her harder to resist than the rest.
Her boldness surprises me. No omega would ever dare to be so frank. They all just seem so desperate to obey every alpha’s command. But not this one.
It appears she’s not afraid to die. She will gladly stare death in the eye and laugh the whole time.
Well, if that’s what she wants, so be it. I will end her life. No doubt it’s what she deserves after what she did back at the compound.
It’s what they all deserve.
My psyche’s so fucked that I can’t even tell one omega apart from the other. They’re all bad in my eyes. All just because of what that bitch Daphne did to me.
I was just a kid, and she…
Shit. It shouldn’t be this hard. I’ve killed plenty of omegas. What’s one more in the grand scheme of things?
I kill to fill the emptiness inside. It gives me some semblance of peace, yet I’m nothing but a husk. I’m just as bad as Daphne.
Why won’t my arms stop shaking? Why can’t I just slit her throat and get it over with?
I’ve done this many times. Normally with cool detachment, but for some inexplicable reason, I cannot slit the omega’s throat. Her perfume has messed with my head, making me feelthings that a homicidal piece of shit should never feel.
Guilt.
That bothersome emotion will only destroy me.
God, I wish someone would just come along and fix me. But it’s not like I could ever be fixed. I’m beyond redemption.
Killing this little omega won’t heal my fractured mind, yet I still have to do the deed. My pack is counting on me. I can’t fail them.
The omega must die.
But I just can’t move my arm for the life of me. I can’t even slit her goddamn throat!
I don’t want to hurt her...
What is happening to me?
“Bast!”
It sounds like Isaac, yet his voice is distant; he may as well be calling my name from the end of a long tunnel.
I’m too numb. I can’t let go of the omega to even return to him. She has me in some kind of chokehold, her perfume filling my head with nothing but lies.
Happiness? Please. I’m too far gone for that. I will never know happiness again.
Finally, my pack brother and on-and-off lover charges through the forest like a stampeding rhino. “Bast, what happened? Why—?”
His voice trails off when he sees the still living omega in my arms, and I’m a complete, utter failure. I couldn’t even kill one little omega in the end. Because her sweet scent reminded me of the villain that I’ve become.
The wretched monster.
She’s not the one who should die today-I am. Heaven knows this world would be better off without my kind rotting it up.
“Holy shit… she’s still alive? What the hell? Bast!”
In my moment of distraction, the omega twists from my grasp and makes a beeline for the trees. She even snatches the knife from my hands, but Isaac catches her in two steps, pulling her close, and now she thrashes her arms.
“Get off, you fucker! I won’t let you kill me!!”