About someone else valuing Auryn for…
For being an omega.
I was there, the night we found her. I saw the fear etched in her eyes, and now…
Fuck.
Some puzzle pieces are falling into place, and I don’t like them.
A tortured sound leaves my throat. I don’t want to see the pain etched on her skin. It hurts to think about, to know she’s endured such torture as the omega before me.
Because I know without a doubt, that’s what this is.
Torture.
This body on my table could have been her. Auryn.
We’d been tasked by Orion to find her. That was the job. It wasn’t any different than any other job, but—
What if we’d found her this same way?
Bile rises into my throat at that thought.
No. Absolutely not.
I can’t think about such things, but…
Beta feels angry.
I try to shake off the strange thoughts, but they don’t leave me. I try my hardest, but it’s no use.
The tears flood me without warning, and my heart aches.
But I do what I must and move. I force myself, through the tears.
This omega deserves answers.
And so does my commander.
So that’s what I focus on.
I move through the motions, all the while my heart is in my throat, and I feel like I could throw up.
I remove everything I can. Tissue. Blood. The scrapings underneath her fingernails. Hair. Processing the dead is my least favorite part of this job. But it’s a part of my job, nonetheless, because even in death, bodies talk. The injuries they sustain, the scars on their skin. All of it tells a story; you just need to know how to listen.
My hands shake as I bite my lip behind my surgical mask. One look at her genitalia makes my stomach twist. I don’t have to swab her to know she was force bred. I’ve seen it a dozen times over the course of my studies.
I have to step away, because I can’t contain my sickness. I find the nearest trash can and vomit my anger, my disgust, and my pain.
My entire body shakes, and I brush the tears from my eyes.
This could have been her.
This could’ve been Auryn.
Beta is upset and agitated.
Beta feels like he’s going to throw up again.
