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Only a few things make me feel alive. Bikes. Stunts. Saunas. Killing. Clubbing. Fucking. And Lilah motherfucking Darling.
She has dark circles under her big eyes and a hint of yellow bruising in her hair. It’s not a healthy look, and it makes an unwelcome rumble build deep in my chest. I should be protecting her.
“I’m used to being alone.” There’s a resignation in her voice that sends a wave of guilt crashing.
I get up, and Lilah follows a few steps behind me. When I slow to let her catch up, she stops. I frown at her over my shoulder, aware of the trainees passing us with curious looks. “What are you doing?” “Staying out of your way,” she answers matter-of-factly. Goddamn it. I’ve seriously fucked things up with her. Even worse, I know I can’t fix it.
I want to duck and hide, but Atlas’s broad back doesn’t offer any shelter. At least, not to me it doesn’t.
“He wants an omega loose in the training center?” “I’m not loose,” I mutter. A trainee snickers.
I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired of never being enough. Never being chosen. Always being the one who’s thrown away. Even by my mates. My fated mates. Fate is fucking bullshit. I won’t chase anymore.
I’m done begging and crying and moping. Even if I’m not done with this pain… I’ll get through it on my own. Not because I’m a sad pathetic loner, but because I’m strong and powerful, and I can do anything I want.
What I do know? I never want to hurt like this again. And if the Wyverns want to beg for my forgiveness? I’d better see them on their knees.
