“Exactly.” The shock wears off, and is replaced by anger. “I had no other choice.” Glaring at him, I stomp over to the door. “I’ve never once thought I was too good for anything, and you know it. You know why I left, why Ihadto go. So don’t come in here making me out to be the bad guy when you damn well know it’sherwho is.”
His nostrils flare, his blue eyes locked on mine. I lift my chin, holding my ground. I’ve never tolerated his bullshit before, and I sure as fuck am not going to start now.
“Whatever,” he spits, sneering down at me. “This is my home, and I’m not going to have you fuck with my life by being back. Stay away from me, Addie. Got it?”
“Crystal clear, Demon,” I snark back. Then I grab the door and slam it shut in his face.
My chest heaves, and blood boils as I stand there staring at the closed door.
How fuckingdarehe! What the fuck did I ever do to that asshole?
You would think that six years apart would have been enough time to put whatever issues he had with me to rest. I guess not.
To think we used to be friends is laughable now.
When I first moved in, Damien was nice. He was sweet and kind and genuinely seemed to accept me as his new little sister.
He’s three years older than me, so of course, things were different. He had his friends, and hockey was his life. But it never stopped him from hanging out with me when we were both home, or from him checking in on me when he knew our parents were gone.
Eventually, there was a shift in our dynamic. After he presented as an Alpha, he changed. It’s to be expected, but he became more distant, colder. We went from being friends to me being his annoying little sister, and then to someone he wanted nothing to do with.
It crushed me because I was stupid enough to think he cared. It wasn’t until then that I realized that I cared too much. I cared so much because I ended up having a crush on him like some dumb, teenage girl.
After he left for college, I only saw him for holidays or special events.
His whole world revolved around hockey and his goal to play for the KP, and he made it.
While he was off living his dream, I moved away to live mine.
I remember the last time I saw him. It was a few mornings after I presented as an Omega. I was heading to the airport, ready to start over and move away for school. I was in the backseat of the town car, driving away.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw Alfred waving goodbye.
Damien was standing behind him, his face a dark shadow. There was so much hatred in his eyes. That image haunted me for weeks.
I should have known he’d move back home. He was always close with his dad. They both loved all the same things and bonded over hockey. His father was his number one supporter, and they were—are—best friends.
What surprises me is that he hasn’t found a pack or an Omega.
I suppose it’s not uncommon for Alpha hockey players to remain single, though. Professional hockey is a gruelling sport. They’re always practicing, pretty much live at the rink, and then there’s all the travelling.
It can’t be easy for the players to have a pack at home, hardly being able to see them, let alone spend any quality time with them.
Maybe he should get an Omega. Maybe then he wouldn't be such a raging asshole.
A moment later, there’s a knock at my door. For a second, I think it’s Demon back to be a dickhead.
It’s not. Alfred drops my bags off and asks if I want anything to eat. Politely declining, because I’m not really in the mood to stomach anything after the encounter with my stepbrother, I close the door again and push my bags off to the side.
My attention is back on my computer. My bad mood vanishes as I rush over to sit down.
Pressing the power button, the computer hums to life. I let out an excited giggle.
It still runs just as smoothly as it did before. I’ve missed this computer. I bought a gaming laptop when I moved, wanting to make sure I was able to keep playing with my online friends, but it wasn’t the same.
With trembling fingers and a racing heart, I grab my gaming headset and put it on. It's a lot like my cat ear headset, only this one is better quality and has a mic.
Clicking on theTwisted Valleyicon, the game begins to load. When I join the lobby, my stomach swoops because I see that Waffle and Grim are online.
