Mind-links were always something that our elders told us about whenever the beauty of true mates was brought up. For so long I had thought it to be a myth, much like the ability we once had to shift into a wolf. Olis proves it wrong, continuing to communicate with her, peppering her with questions.
He comes back to me eventually. A deathly smile turns his lips, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“Ready to go hunting, brother?”
Chapter Thirty-Three
It didn’t take me long to get the hint that I needed to play the dutiful Omega to survive.
After Scott walked into the cabin with my child, I knew that I had to be careful about my next moves.
For the first few days, he rained down abuse on me. Makari and Amity bore witness to every single moment.
After I changed my thinking, bowing to his demands instead of fighting them, the abuse stopped.
No longer was my anger important.
Because my little girl was at risk just as much as I was.
Scott knows Amity is an Alpha.
I listened to him boasting about how strong his sperm was. That he was able to not only produce an Alpha female but also, a male Omega.
It seemed I wasn’t the only one that was able to fool people with my designation.
Makari is an Omega too.
An Omega that since he emerged, has been sold to Alphas to be used however they pleased.
I had originally thought that maybe Makari was deceiving me. That maybe he was in on Scott’s plans more than I had first realized. It quickly became clear that that wasn’t the case at all.
Makari was as much a victim as I was.
But where I held a deep loathing for Scott and the Andrews pack, Makari was the opposite. He had been brainwashed so deeply and carefully that he seemed to idolize the man he called Papa.
It meant that I had to continue playing my part in the male Omega's life as his mother.
It wasn’t a hard task by any means. My nature seemed to call to protect him. So I did. Each night, I curled up with Makari and Amity in the hopes that I would be able to save them from Scott.
It was surprising that he didn’t demand me to warm his bed the moment he finally let me out of the ropes. Evidence of the burns I had given myself from trying to wear the rope down are still prevalent on my wrists. Makari was beside himself when he saw the raw skin.
I let him take over my care. It gave him a distraction. It also allowed me the chance to get to know him better.
I haven’t allowed myself to admit it out loud just yet but I have grown to love Makari as a son. While I can’t do anything yet about our predicament, I can give him a mother’s love. It's the one thing that I am able to give him with ease.
It also seems to make Scott happy. Not that I care about the way he feels, but it helps to weasel my way into a position that has me mostly unharmed.
At least physically.
Mentally,I am fucked.
Each time my ex-Alpha walks into the same room, I have to fight against the bile that tries its best to expel every time his scent invades my nose.
Bleach has been the only product that has seemed to give me any kind of reprieve. That is until it gives me a headache.
I guess it's the better alternative.
Each day that goes past without my Alphas is like a dagger to the heart. I haven’t allowed myself to cry for them.
