Page 40 of Brandy Snap: Part Two
The second Sin told me, I took off. I didn’t know exactly where I was going. I didn’t care that it was raining, or that I only wore awkward heels and a skimpy dress. The only thing that mattered now was finding the omega I’d betrayed.
Kai
Igot as far away as I could from my alphas without leaving the stupid fucking party.
The whole place was filled with tightass bitches with their sticks up their skinny asses, anyway. They were all fucking cardboard cutouts of each other, and who even wants to be around that shit?
I knew Cas had stuck some guys on me to keep me ‘safe’ instead of doing it himself, but I got away from them. I put up with him when he went fully rogue, but he couldn’t even handle a bit of drunk screaming from his omega?
Pussy.
I gave a dull laugh that barely bounced off the marble walls of the arbour that was too fancy for its own good.
I’d been to their stupid townhouse enough to know the best hiding spots. No one bothered coming somewhere like this when it was chucking buckets. Most people just used it for fucking.
The arbour was all bloody pseudo-Roman decor with just enough sprinklings of modernity in the detailed carvings in the alcoves to make all the rich fucks happy.
I glared at the green glass of the large bottle of champagne wedged between my spread thighs. I’d been squeezing it hard for too long, hoping it would crack under my grip and just fucking slice me up so I didn’t have to feel Sin’s pleasure as he fucked another omega.
It was easier to cut out my alphas and numb the bond when I was drunk. And I could usually escape from them, apart from when they were experiencing intense emotions. Like the love pouring from Sin as he treasured Brandy how I’d wanted to be treated.
I swallowed down my pathetic whines. This was my second bottle after the one I hurled at my so-called mate, and I didn’t fucking care anymore.
I couldn’t give a single sliver of a shit about this fucking bullshit production.
I was too drunk to care if anyone came to get me. Sin could fuck off with Brandy, Cas could fuck off with Camille. They could both go and find their own omegas and use me whenever they wanted to get back at their parents instead of dealing with them like fucking adults.
My heart thumped with a beat of pain that spiralled through my body.
“Shit,” I whimpered, squeezing my eyes.
Why was I still doing this to myself?
They were supposed to love me, but they kept choosing other omegas every fucking time. They were going to bite Brandy and she’d make everyone’s dreams come true. A proper baby-making omega who could shoot out kids like a rabbit, exactly like they always wanted. And then they could live happily ever after with the omega they’d loved all along.
After I’d had a good scream at Cas and by the time Sin’s pleasure petered out through our bond from wherever the hell he was, I was too fucked up to hold anything back. So it was better I stayed alone, even though I wanted to cause some chaos.
Half a bottle of champagne left, half a brain left, and no heart. Not that I needed one, anyway.
The arbour designers had made this stupid hole in the roof so people could look up at the stars as they fucked, but they never thought about how the flat marble floor got covered in water when it rained. So I just listened to it pattering in the small pool as I wallowed.
I drew my knees up to my chest, burying my head in them. I could just see my hands in the crappy little torches that lit up the dome above me, but I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to see anything, or feel anything, or fucking think of anything.
Why did Sin think I would be okay with him dragging another omega off and fucking her? After all the times he’d told me he loved me and I was his only omega…
How could he…?
Another whimper dropped from my lips. I wished I could lock myself up in my nest, but everything in there reeked of vanilla and caramel.
Maybe I should go and stand out in the rain and cry. Then people wouldn’t question why I had mascara dashed across my face where I kept rubbing my eyes. Then I could pretend everything was okay when my alphas finally remembered I actually fucking existed.
I popped my head up when the stinging of my eyes finally stopped. I didn’t know how long I’d been here for, but Sin felt like shit and the ball of fucking rage that was Cas had left the party ages ago, so at least all three of us were unhappy.
Not that I gave a fuck. They could both rot in hell. I was never forgiving them for this. As soon as we got home, I was going to stab fucking metal rods through their feet so they couldn’t leave our pack house.
“Assholes,” I whispered to myself, digging my nails into my palm to stop the tears.
I twisted my head to rest my cheek on my knees and stare at my middle finger.
