It was simple—if the men chose an omega after telling me they loved me, I would shoot them in the face. They were dead. If they really loved me, technically, they’d want me to kill them for betraying me. It made perfect sense. I sighed heavily. It sucked that I was going to have to kill all four of my lovers later tonight, but someone had to do it. What was the alternative? Let them be with another woman? I scoffed aloud. The only thing more depressing than my upcoming very tragic quadruple homicide was my best friend’s erratic behavior.
