Filed To Story: The Omega Destiny
Hearing Della’s garbage spew from her mouth is enough for me to lose control. What little I had over my wolf and whatever runs through my veins is gone. Seeing Thane reach towards her, whether it was in anger or sympathy was Aramana’s tipping point. I can feel the energy thrumming through my veins. I can feel Thane’s apprehension through the bond when I yell no, but I can’t slow myself down to think about my actions. I am overcome with anger and pain. It rises up like a tidal wave to overtake me. The things she said are just the start of the numerous amounts of feelings and wrong thoughts I have dealt with since I was abducted. I am tired of getting to a good place just to have the pain and guilt crash through me and smother the good. In this moment, I am zeroed in on Thane’s arm and Della’s words. Before I can blink, I react.
I look within and find my blue thread and yank it. Thane is shot away from us and the force slides him across the floor of the porch. I don’t even spare him a glance before I grab Della, tugging the thread and enclosing us in my shield. Della looks all around us, placing her hands up against the shield and pushing, banging on it in an attempt to free herself. It won’t work.
“Let me out of here right now you dumb bitch. I don’t care if you are the luna, I am not afraid of you and your stupid bubble. Let. Me. Out!” she says with such malice and anger. Flashing her teeth at me and growling like I have to answer to her. To anyone. I can faintly hear Thane get up and start beating on the shield. Yelling something to the effect of “Don’t do this” or “You don’t want to live with this.” I am not sure. It is muffled and I am too full of hate to care. I can smell the fear rolling of Della. She says one thing, but her body betrays her. I am sure she can smell the determination and lack of fear on me.
Her eyes go wide as I partial shift my fingers into my claws. I still need to figure out how this partial shifting works, but I guess as long as it does when I need it to, I don’t care. “You’re not going anywhere.” I tell her and I mean it. “I told you; I am not afraid of you so let me the hell out.” she yells, but it is pointless. We have already made up our mind. My wolf wants to protect, and she only sees one way to do that. My wolf has full control at this point. I couldn’t take over if I wanted to. “Your heart can no longer belong to Thane.” I tell her. “Why?” she asks, brows furrowed, but her anger is starting to tick up. I grab her right shoulder and dig my nails in while taking my other clawed hand and ram it through her ribcage, pulling out her still beating heart from her chest cavity. “Because, you no longer have one.”
She takes a few agonal breaths as her eyes roll back into her head and her body becomes a pale gray color and she drops to the ground. Her heart still beating in my right hand. I quickly drop it on top of her and pull on my blue thread again, letting down my shield. I stand there, staring over her deceased body. Satisfaction coursing through my veins. Aramana is satisfied that she protected her mate, her pack.
I don’t know how long I stand over her staring before a slight touch to my shoulder has me jumping back and thumping into Thane’s firm body behind me. He slowly starts walking around me carefully, like he is trying not to spook a wounded animal and stands in front of me, completely blocking Della’s body from my line of sight. I look up to his eyes and where I thought I would see anger, I see only care and gentleness.
“Ayla, I need you to come back to me little wolf. I need to get you inside. You need to get your wolf under control now so we can go in and clean up. Get something to eat and some rest, okay?” Thane asks very slowly and calmly. He voices washes over me like silk, and warmth pulsates through the bond, bringing me down from my heightened senses and making me feel safe. I can feel Aramana receding back within my mind and the power dimming down within me. “That’s it little wolf, take back control. Come with me. Thane puts my hand in his and leads me back into the cabin and up the stairs to the bathroom and restarts the tub.
I look at him and notice that there is blood on his hands. “Are you hurt? Did we? Wait, did I hurt you? Oh no. I am sorry, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to use my power like that. I didn’t want to hurt you, it just happened. It…it just…oh no.” I feel like I am starting to panic and spiral. “No, no, no. You didn’t hurt me. You reacted to keep me from her, that’s all it was. I know you wouldn’t hurt me little wolf. It is okay.” I don’t feel a hint of anger or resentment in the bond, just a calming reassurance. “I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t want you to touch her. I just didn’t want you near her. I am sorry.” “Look at me Ayla.” I look up into Thane’s green eyes and they anchor me. “I don’t blame your reaction. She said a lot of hurtful things. A lot of lies. I can’t blame you. Besides, I don’t want any men touching you either.” he attempts to lighten the mood and smiles at me, but it isn’t working. “You are bleeding, I hurt you.” “It isn’t my blood Ayla.”
I look down at my hands and the last few minutes start hurling bare trembling. Shaking really and covered in blood. Not my blood. Della’s. The last few minutes start hurling back and the dam to the flood gates of guilt breaks away. She was someone’s pup. A friend, a member of this pack and I ripped out her heart and left her outside like garbage. I look up into the mirror and see the trash Della was describing outside. I see the pack rising up out of anger because I killed one of their own. I am not theirs. They don’t know me and the night I am mated to their alpha; I kill one of their pack members brutally.
“Hey no. Come here little wolf. We aren’t doing this. What happened with Della had to be done. It was either you were doing it or me. I would have preferred me, but it would have been the same outcome at some point. She wouldn’t let it go. She wouldn’t have stopped. She was too set on winning something that wasn’t up for grabs. Me.
said to you were wrong, and untrue. She clearly doesn’t know the pack or have much faith in them for her to say that. I know my people, they wouldn’t react that way. Della was wrong on so many levels little wolf. So many. You can’t shame spiral. You can’t feel the guilt; it friend.” “I a am afraid I lost that friend a long time ago Ayla. Long before wasn’t your fault.” “I am sorry I took your you and never realized she was gone.”
You have me. You have all of me and I have you. The things sh
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Seeing little wolf breaking in front of me is enough to gut me. After everything said to her, and her forced actions, she is concerned about how I will feel losing a friend. It should never have gotten this far, and now little wolf has to live with this on top of everything she has went through. I am trying to give her the life she deserves, and I just allowed my own problems to become hers and force her to do something that could very well haunt her for life. Your first kill will always stay with you. Whether justified or not, it will always linger. It is a catalyst. A changing point in our lives that can either make us stronger or ruin us and I refuse to let it ruin little wolf and the life she will have here. I will need to rectify this.
“Don’t be sorry little wolf. Don’t allow your mind to take you to a dark place. She forced our hand. I don’t know the Della that was outside tonight. I don’t know what changed within her, but that darkness you saw and heard can spread like a disease and putting her down had to be done.” little wolf is still visibly shaking while I help her out of her robe and wipe her tears away. I kiss her on the forehead and think about all the reassuring words I need to give her to prevent her from panicking.
“Let’s get into the tub here. Let me take care of you.” “No. I can’t. I can’t. I need..I need to.” she trails off, not able to complete her sentences. I can see her thoughts racing through her mind and feel her fear climbing through the bond. I undress myself and pick little wolf up. She clasps her hands around my neck, and I lower us into the tub and start the jets. The water is scalding hot, and I can feel her start to relax in my arms. I turn her around an put her between my legs and let her sit a moment before starting to wash her body with lavender scented soap I picked up. I wash the blood away, the dirt away, but unfortunately, I can’t wash the words away that have no doubt been planted like seeds, awaiting the perfect time to take root and devour my little wolf.