Page 198 of Drown My Sorrow

“She’s just a whore,” he howls. “She’s nothing!” He screams more frantically. “She’s broken. I didn’t hurt her.” He walks in shuffling steps towards the ocean. “She’s not worth anything. You could get another omega, a better one. One that doesn’t have scars or a fucked limp. Kelly could have children. I can find you one.”

His hysteria takes on a fever pitch, and I step back from his bloody body as he tries to escape his fate.

“My omega has always been perfect exactly the way she is,” I say with absolute truth.

Typhor struggles with the rock, his brown eyes wide and terrified. “She’s fucked. I’ll get you another. Please, oh, please. Don’t do this! I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please!”

“I don’t want another,” Shale says calmly. “I want her. And I want her not afraid or tormented. I want Kelly and my pack safe and happy and not worrying about looking over our shoulders forever.” Shale leans forward. “This is how it feels to be weaker. This is how your victims felt.”

“You can have so much better!” He takes three limping steps to the ocean. “Don’t do this! Please, don’t do this. Kelly-”

“Isn’t stronger than us, and he agrees with this, otherwise, he wouldn’t have left.” Keagan says with a grin. “Get marching, asshole.”

The command hits Typhor hard.

Typhor fights it, but he’s not strong enough. He wasn’t even stronger than Kelly. He just used the perfume of a stronger alpha to appear like he was stronger so Kelly would never challenge him.

“Smoke and mirrors,” I murmur and look up at the carpark.

A car is sitting there now, waiting for us. It’s Kelly, I can feel it. He climbs out of the car and steps towards the beach, putting his hands in his pocket and watching intently.

This alpha took everything from him. He put a teenage Locke in the situation to be abused. He helped to keep Lia hidden from sight and trapped in that awful mansion. Raider lost his career and almost his beta, but it was Ryn and Kelly who suffered the most. Because Typhor doesn’t know what love is. All he knows is manipulation and greed.

He knows control, and he knows forcing his power on others through whatever means possible. He knows how to make people afraid. Typhor, formally Alpha Raines, knows how to break people. Now he’s learning how to die.

“No one is going to miss you, Typhor,” I say honestly.

He reaches the water and steps into it. I lean forward, watching with interest. I want to witness the end of this monster.

“NO! NO!” He screams, becoming frantic but unable to stop himself from walking into the ocean.

I think his mind snaps, and I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or not. Part of me wants him to be conscious of what’s going on right until the end.

He continues walking through the waves and into the depths before he disappears completely.

We stand there for thirty minutes.

He doesn’t resurface.

It’s over.

I turn and walk up the beach, ignoring the others. When I get to the carpark, I pull a drenched Kelly into my arms and hold him.

I don’t know how he feels, but this person was someone who was important, someone who hurt him deeply. He’s going to be feeling something.

He relaxes in my arms and shudders. “I can go home now.”

I tense but force myself to relax. “You can go wherever you want now.”

“I want to go see my omega,” Keagan growls. “Come on, in the car. I’m not waiting a minute longer.”

We get in the car and start the journey back to the village.

It’s over, and yet, I can’t help but wonder if there are now a whole new set of problems we need to sort out.

Starting with: what does Kelly call home?

Aspyn saved us back then, years ago, when we were heading for a slippery slope and becoming cold. And she’s saved us now. She is the warmth that beats inside of us, the heart of our pack. Aspyn is not broken. She’s the most beautiful and perfect omega that ever existed.

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