So I killed him.
And I’d do it again.
But I lost control. I don’t like losing control.
I feel like a monster. Like they always called me.
But Mirabelle doesn’t think I’m a monster. She’s not afraid of me.
She let me hold her in my arms. Touch her with my hands. Hands that are dirty.
There’s a clockover the beds.
Tick-tock-tick-tock.
Step, step, step, turn. Step, step, step, turn.
“We just gonna let that omega keep our girl behind a closed door?” Ash growls. “She even has the fucking water running to keep us from hearing whatever they’re saying.”
“She’s probably just making sure Mirabelle’s here of her own will. She’s a Mom. It’s probably a maternal instinct,” Griffin shrugs. “This situation doesn’t look very good from the outside, so I get it.”
“You sure she’s not gonna do anything?” Ash asks.
“I didn’t talk to her too much before everything,” he says with a wave of his hand. “But the girls who work jobs like that know when to keep their head down. Only thing that’d make her do something is if Mirabelle says something that makes her do it.”
Silence fills the air of the room.
What if Mirabelle doesn’t want to be with us?
My hands tug at my hair and a low growl leaves my chest.
The thought is agonizing.
But would that be wrong?
We’re free, whatever that’s supposed to mean. What if Mirabelle doesn’t choose us?
What if Mirabelle doesn’t choose me?
“Hey,” Griffin says, stopping in front of me and squeezing my shoulder.
My wild gaze locks in on him. Then it drops down to the bite mark from Mirabelle peeking out past the collar of his shirt.
She chose him.
Not me.
She may never choose me.
My lips peel back in a snarl and I shove Griffin away from me.
He stumbles backwards, his eyes going wide.
“You’re freaking out, man,” Griffin says, holding his hands out. “We don’t know what’s going on.”
A snarl rips from my throat and I shake my head.
Of course they don’t know what’s wrong.
