Page 9 of Bullied Forced Omega
The she-wolf walks towards the river, clearly aware of us. Her gold and yellow eyes are on us as she lowers her head to drink in elegant, slow laps of her pink tongue.
Mika!Jux barks, slamming against the walls of my mind.
Shut up,I snap at him.
Mika!He snarls, angry that I won’t let him run to her.
So, not everything has stayed the same. Some things have changed far more than I could have imagined.
Her wolf’s legs are long and elegant. Slender, yet rippling with agility and strength. The light brown coat she used to have has turned amber. Silky as it catches the soft breeze drifting through the trees.
My heart is hammering in my chest. It’s close to impossible to keep Jux in control at this point. He’s kicking and screaming against my mind.
Mira… the memory still shoots pain through me. Not only because it physically hurt to reject her, but because I hate the fact that I put her through that agony. I wronged her in ways I can never take back. How do you even apologize for that? What could I possibly say to explain what I did in the past.
Mira. The cast out. The reject. She was teased relentlessly when we were younger. I’m embarrassed to think about the part I played in that. Perhaps I was egged on by the anger Ihad towards my father’s control over me. The restrictions, the aggression, I had no way of releasing.
She didn’t deserve what I did to her.
Fuck.
She turns to look right at me, both eyes sharp as they lock with mine. The energy spilling from her is dangerously charged. Her wolf snarls, but I don’t know if it’s at me or at Jux.
Through the trees, the sunrise streaks bright shards of light into her fur, turning it pure gold to match her eyes. My heart aches, and I can’t tear my eyes off her.
Mira.I’m so sorry for what I did all those years ago.My silent thoughts aren’t for her. They aren’t for anyone.
Hey, moron, are you coming?Miles snaps.
Your sister…
Yes, I see that. I’ll stop by her place after my run and say hi. Mudder still wants to go deeper into the forest.
I turn away from Mika with great effort to follow my Beta into the woods.
Back at the mansion, the chef is serving up a massive buffet breakfast. The bacon I had before sunrise is long forgotten, and my body is screaming for more food.
In training, we learned to survive on scraps and gruel. Only occasionally being treated to a feast after taking down a rogue pack. We ate for sustenance. Not for pleasure.
The aromas assaulting my senses right now are making me struggle not to drool over the table. I flash a grin at Miles. His eyes are gleaming with excitement as he reaches for a plate.
The elders have joined Miles and me around the massive table with a few other high-ranking pack members.
Everyone is buzzing with energy, excited to talk to me, to build rapport with their Alpha, and to hear about the training. But the rule of Black Ops is that we don’t discuss what happened there. The location remains classified. The methods remain classified. Miles and I are both fine with never speaking of any of that again, so it’s a relief when we can respond to explain only that.
“I heard rumors that training takes place in a desert?” Lexus remarks. “Your wolf must have hated that.”
“Unfortunately, everything to do with Black Ops is classified, including where we trained,” I remark calmly.
“Oh, but did you move around, or just train in one place?” Lexus tries a new direction.
“Classified,” Miles snarls, angry that the man has pushed his luck with his Alpha.
Lexus raises his hand in defense, a smirk across his face. “Alright, heel boy,” he laughs.
“Do not speak to my Beta like that,” I growl dangerously.
“Sorry,” Lexus mutters, conceding with a scowl across his face.
