She’s hysterical, ranting and raving like a crazed banshee, yet Isaac holds on. The look in his eyes says it all. He’s enamored by her. An omega he knows from Adam, yet his overgrown pupils don’t lie.
This is why we don’t look at their photographs. One look and they will destroy us.
One sniff of their perfume and they will have us questioning our entire moral compass, and surprise: mine doesn’t even exist.
I’m an empty shell.
That’s the power an omega has over an alpha. She broke me, spilling the darkness from my very soul with just her scent, and now she has gotten to Isaac.
I refuse to be a slave to another goddamn omega.
I just want to switch off and forget.
Anything to be rid of the pain.