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What’s wrong with her?
Why is that Omega clutching her head?
What’s going on?
Should we call someone?
She doesn’t look so hot.
I pushed through their group, my hands still on my head as I tried to shove them allout, and started running down the street to get away from them.
Eventually, the voices faded, but my head was still spinning.How is this possible?I wondered.What’s happening to me?
I leaned against a wall, the cool siding bleeding through my thin sweater. It felt good against my overheated skin.
Breathe, I told myself, inhaling slowly and reveling in the wintry air.Just breathe.
Several minutes passed.
Or maybe it was seconds.
Regardless, my head felt a little clearer.
At least until I overheard a voice that made my skin crawl.
“Pathetic,” Miranda spat at me, her tone akin to nails on a chalkboard.
I closed my eyes tighter, not at all in the mood to deal with her mean-girl bullshit right now.
“Looks like she finally got Cillian to knot her,” one of her wicked sidekicks—Chastain—mused. “Or maybe another Alpha did the job?”
“Oh, Gods, is shepregnant?” Miranda went on.
I could practically hear her sniffing me.
Or maybe it was in my head.
My head, I repeated to myself as I looked up to find Miranda, Chastain, and Mindy standing almost a block away, all three of them staring right at me.
She is! She’s pregnant!Miranda practically yelled, yet her mouth didn’t move.But she’s… she’s not claimed.
Which Alpha could it be if not Cillian?Chastain was thinking at the same time, her thoughts clear as day as though she were speaking them aloud. Except her mouth remained shut, just like Miranda’s.
Oh. My. Gods. Pregnant and unclaimed. She’s even more pathetic now than she was before.Miranda’s words resembled a slap across my face, one I would normally return in kind.
But I didn’t have the energy to try. Nor did I want to put forth the effort.
Because what was the point? Miranda wasn’t wrong. Cillian had knotted me during a heat and hadn’t returned my bite.
It was pathetic.
I am pathetic, I told myself.And stupid. And naive. And so, so… tired.
My knees shook as my legs threatened to give out beneath me. All the while, I heard Miranda and Chastain judging me. Mindy, too.
I clutched my head once more, uncertain of when I’d stopped, and tried to cease the tremble working its way through my limbs.
But I couldn’t… I couldn’t stop shaking.
