Page 56 of Drown My Sorrow

Please. Please. Let me succeed, just this once.

“A cripple for a mate. What a cosmic fucking joke.” I spit the words, wishing the universe would strike me down for hurting my omega.

The rest of the exchange is a blur. I hurt her. I hurt her again and again. Typhor laughs. When she collapses to the ground, I don’t move a muscle to help her.

My mind breaks, her screams reverberate in my skull. No one helps my scent-matched omega. No one shows her mercy.

She leaves.

She’s safe.

I wait ten minutes, and then I stand up and catch the first taxi I can find and ask the driver to take me home.

I can’t stop shaking.

And, for the first time in my life, I feel just as evil as my uncle.

PresentDay

Three days on this island, and they haven’t relaxed their guard, not even once. There is no way to escape. Oh, they leave us alone for the most part, but I can see the growing disapproval they have with our actions.

I don’t know what they want. I tried talking to her, and it sent her into a panic attack. How could I ask again? Every minute of my waking hours, I replay that scene in the café and wonder how she could even want me near her.

I want to speak to her again, I need to.

The Daane have made sure we don’t have that chance.

Beau walks past and brushes his fingers along Ezy’s shoulder. He finally cracks and jumps Beau. The two of them go down in a flurry of punches. Keagan charges Ezy, but Gael gets there first, swinging like he’s finally unleashing all that rage he’s had bottled up.

I stand up as Shale walks into the room. He raises an eyebrow as if asking me if I really want to do this. I do. I really do. It’s all I can think about when I’m not thinking about her. The pack that forced us to be here, the alphas who took my will and turned me into a glorified pet.

I want to kill them.

The only person I’ve ever hated more is my uncle, but I can’t see the difference between what they are doing and what he does.

They are evil alphas, and they must be stopped. Abusive, controlling assholes who have taken advantage of a poor omega who doesn’t know better.

We collide, and I get a good kick in, but he gets a good hit to my jaw. I scramble with him, but then I’m thrown off balance. We hit the couch, and he gradually forces me onto my back and holds me until I lose the strength to fight him.

I’ve never met alphas like this. They don’t fight fair; they are unusually strong, and they have no sense of right and wrong, and I don’t think they like us at all.

But that’s okay because I don’t like them. Not even a little.

I stare up at him, ignoring the threatening tattoos and the way his strong fingers slide over my throat and squeeze.

To my surprise, a bolt of heat hits my groin, and I feel myself start to chub up.

What the fuck? No fucking way!

“Get off me!” I roar into his face, fighting again with a viciousness that makes my tequila scent get sharp.

Shale scowls and leans in close but lifts his head, his eyes going wide.

He rolls off me, but it’s too late. Aspyn stops in the doorway, taking us all in.

“Well, either you guys are a lot more friendly than I’ve been led to believe or you have decided to kill each other; either way, it’s not going to help me at all, and you promised you’d help, so get up.”

Keagan, Beau, and Shale respond instantly. It’s amazing how quick they just abandon everything with a word from her. It’s a damn trick because we all know they are running the show.

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