Filed To Story: The Omega Destiny
I am crying now. When did I start crying? I thought I was broken when I couldn’t cry. Now, I feel broken because I can’t stop. My entire childhood was a lie. My father was hardly around. Now I know why. My mother acted like a queen ruling a kingdom, but it was all fake. To keep up appearances of the family line. To keep up the ruse that we were royalty and we were to act like it, when deep down she was probably broken and suffering. The guards for our safety were probably more for control either or her or the pack. I thought I was a secluded prison raised by strict parents. I was so wrong. The kitchen staff? Mary? Did they know.
Yam up and pacing now. I want to puke. Why won’t the tears stop? Did my grandfather know? Was the seclusion a front for the ring? I just can’t comprehend this. “Your worthless. So worthless that your own father put you into the ring. Every time they assaulted you and used you for their pleasure, he knew about it.”
The walls have cupboards. I am in the kitchen. How did I get in the kitchen? Why am I still crying? I feel my chest getting tight and heavy. It feels like bricks are sitting on my chest. The air is thick and not moving well. Why can’t I get air. I need a fan. I can’t breathe. Why can’t I breathe? I need Thane. I need help.
My head bounces off something hard and I roll onto my side. I am no longer upright and I push myself up onto my palms, struggling to get my breathing under control. Did I close the bond? look around, my vision is blury from tears and I see double a few times. I can mind??ink. Can I mind??ink? I feel disoriented and exhausted. I use my forearm to prop myself up on my hip and attempt to sit up more, but I am too weak and fall to my stomach again. I prop myself up on my forearms and use them to pull myself a little way out of the kitchen.
Tears are running down my face and hanging off my children. My vision blackens at the corners. I can’t remember what I was doing. I don’t know where I am trying to go. I let out a sob and hear the back door fly into something hard. Maybe the wall. Footsteps are barreling toward me. I lean my head up and see the warden. He is coming to pull me out of my cage again. I can’t…I can’t again. Never again. “No.” I rasp out, trying to get myself up again. “No..no…get back..no..don’t…don’t hurt me.” “I would never hurt you little wolf.” he says
I can see his ugly, smug face sizing me up like I am his next meal. I try to turn myself around but he has a hold of my shoulders. I claw out at his face, but they just slide down his cheek. Too weak to even break his skin. Pathetic like he says I am. “Breathe little wolf. Fates. Did you close the bond?” Did I? How does he know about it. “No…no..” seems to be all I can say. He won’t get his hands off of me.
I kick out and he catches my foot. “Little wolf, I won’t hurt you. You need to breathe. Slow your breathing down and open the bond. Think of me. I don’t want to think of him. I want to get away from him. I feel arms sliding under me as I start to panic more. I
I attempt to push myself off of his body, but it isn’t working. “Ssshhhh little wolf, I got you now. It’s Thane, baby. P Stop scratching yourself. You’re hurting yourself.” Am I?
e, its Thane.
I feel myself being lowered, but the warden remains. He has his tight hands wrapped around me, his fists the same one that used me as a punching bag. He snarls and sneers at my attempts to get away. “Little wolf you have to hear me…listen to my voice. He isn’t here. You are having a delusion, a panic attack. Open your eyes. My eyes aren’t closed. I see him just fine. The cold, damp dungeon surrounds me.
I can feel myself going under, drowning in this fear. I bring my arms up to shield my face, completely giving up when I see spots of white rippling over my forearms. I bring them back and realize it is white fur. My body shakes and the room spins. My vision clears and the fear I was drowning is receding. Instead of staring at the face of a monster, I see my fated mate crouched down, peering into my eyes. He gives my head a quick shake. “Thank you Aramana, couldn’t get through to her. Thane says and I hear “Open the bond little wolf.” via mind??ink. I don’t understand what just happene. I feel confused, but I focus on the bond threading within me. I feel it in my hand and give it a gentle tug, envisioning it open and free flowing.
“Can you hear me little wolf?” I can. I don’t understand. Why did we sh? I thought I saw…I thought…” “I know what you thought little wolf. You had a panic attack and a hallucination. You must have closed he bond lown and your wolf forced a shift out of desperation. Come, follow me.” he states and shifts immediately, tearing his clothes and landing before shaking out his midnight fur. Ronan and Aramana lick each other and rub necks and forheads before Ronan spins and heads out the back door with us following.
Thane
I should have listened to my instincts and skipped working out. I had so much rage and frustration in regards to the whole screwed up situation with little wolf’s so called father and talking about my own family put me in a tailspin I needed to get control of, but I had a inkling that something was wrong. When I couldn’t reach little wolf and couldn’t feel the band, I knew there was, but I found out too late. Little wolf was in a panic, hallucinating that shit stain killed and hurting herself. I wish I could bring him back juist to murder him again. If her wolf wouldn’t have forced a shift, there is no telling what would have happened. I need to spend more time teaching little wolf pack things, wolf things since she went so long without learning. I feel like a complete failure as a mate.
spend
I shift despite wearing my clothing and allow Ronan to spend time with Aramana before he sprints out the back door. A run will do us both good. Little wolf needs more run time. It is freedom and she needs to experience more of it. She also needs a rest after what she experienced. I’m not even sure she remembers most of it.