If you really wanted to fuck with Marcus,reallywanted to do some damage to the alpha—you touched his VHS collection.
"I played fuckin’ buffer between you two for the better part of ayear,” I snarled, my fingers hitting the first tape at random,pulling it from the shelf and letting the hard rectangle of plastic slip from the cardboard casing to hit the floor with a clatter and a bounce. “He treats you like garbage! You can't even fuckin’ be in the same room for more the fifteen minutes without arguing! And that's who you want as your fuckin’ alpha?”
“Indi, please—I swear, it’s not like that?—”
“Alright, cool, I get it. Fuck me, right? What happened to ‘I don't want to get that deep again?’ What happened to ‘if it would be anyone, it'd be you?’"
“It was an accident!”
“Right! You just accidentally bit him hard enough to break the skin! God, you must have the strongest jaw muscles of any man alive, Joon!”
If my packmate was going to go around and break things he had no right breaking, I was going to do the same. It wouldn’t fix me and Joon’s relationship. And it certainly wouldn’t make things right between me and Marcus, but I felt so out of control that I just needed to dosomething, anything.
"Indigo it was really was—I didn't—it wasn't on purpose! I wouldneverdo that to you on purpose! I meant it, if it was going to be anyone, it was supposed to be you! It was always going to be you! I don’t want a fucking alpha! I don’t want a bond!” His hand caught my sleeve, and I shook the omega off.
Perhaps I understood the villains in horror movies more than I thought I did. Because now that I was faced with my own point of origin, I sort of agreed with them. It was the moment of no return, and I was nowhere near stopping.
My fingers closed around another cardboard case, yanking it from the bookcase to fling it to the floor. And another. And another. The sound of them hitting the hardwood or the edge of the rug mixing with my furious, panting breaths.
"You wont even fuckin' tell me why! But who cares, right? Turns out youdowant an alpha, you just don't want that alpha to beme!"
"I was force bonded!" Joon screamed at me, pawing at the back of my sweatshirt like someone with the upper body strength of a jack rabbit had any chance of stopping me. "By an alpha that—by an alpha that—he didn’t even want me!"
There were so few tapes left on the shelf, it looked like a BlockerBuster closeout sale. I turned away, fixing Joon with a look of disgust.
“Funny. Seems like you have a type.”
I regretted the words the moment they were out of my mouth, but it was too late.
Joon’s face scrunched up with hurt, the omega’s eyes filling with tears. “How could you say that?” he whispered, taking a step away from me like I’d struck him. “Indigo–”
"Thats enough," Marcus said in a low growl, the wave of burned sugar and rotted milk hitting my nose making my stomach turn.
“Joon, I?—”
“I said, that’s enough,” the other alpha snapped, taking a step into the room without so much as a glance at the carnage of his prized collection, his attention entirely on my omega.
Not mine.His.
He wrapped a protective arm around Joon’s waist as he reached him, distrust in his mossy eyes as he looked at me like I was a danger. It was the final straw.
“You deserve each other,” I hissed, shoving past them into the hall. “A fuckin’ omega who can’t commit, and an alpha who isn’t worth staying for.”
Joon sobbed, the noise licking a line of fire up my spine as I stormed for my room, taking the closest door—my office.
I slammed the door shut behind with me so much force it rattled the walls, Polina’s clear plastic case tipping off of the shelf. Just barely, I managed to catch her before she hit the ground, turning the box over in my hands with a sniff.
Tears obstructed my vision, making the doll’s painted porcelain face swim blurrily, but one thing was clear: she was disappointed.
I was too.
“I know,” I mumbled, righting myself with a sniff.
Like a picture, she was silent, but Polina didn’t need words to make her feelings known. The judgy look in her eyes enough to prod at the festering wound my hurt and anger had left behind as I sat her back onto her shelf.
“I wish I didn’t say that either.”
Indigo's words,while hurtful, were not totally unexpected.
