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I’m so fucked up. I wonder what Dr. Alys would say. She never did call me back. This would make a great case study.

Young omega implodes her life over some dick and bad choices.

“Aisling?” he asks as I stifle a sob, shoving my foot into my shoe.

If possible, I feel more hollow now than before.

“Take me home, wherever that is,” I mutter. “The goddamn alley can have the fucking knife.”

“It’s right here,” he says, picking it up along with my duffle bag, but I walk past him, waiting for him to show me where the vehicle was.

Sighing, he shoves it in his pocket, and starts to walk. My nose wrinkles in disgust when I find that he hid the damn SUV in an alley across from here. They really have cased the neighborhood.

I love that for me.

Climbing in, I glare out the window as I let the tears fall for a variety of reasons. Every omega on some level wants a scent match, craves a pack. Even me, despite how embroiled I am in my work. There’s a hope that biology and fate will come together in the perfect way.

What does it say about me that my perfect pack is filled with depraved men who will fuck me in an alley and expect that to fix things? What does it say about me that I loved every moment?

Most of all… what does it say about how broken we still are?

Aiden gives me worried glances as he drives back to the pack’s house, but I’m too far into my head. My thoughts collide and contradict each other, and none of it makes sense to me.

The second the SUV pulls into the garage, I’m getting out of the vehicle. I leave everything behind beside my crossbody purse which miraculously stayed twisted around me.

Domh opens the door as I attempt to push past, his nostrils flaring as I do. Grabbing my arm, he pulls me until he can see my face, tear stains clear in the light of the mudroom.

“Aiden fucked you but you’re crying, why?” he asks, his voice all smooth gravel as his green eyes gaze at me.

“I was being punished,” I mutter, pulling my arm away as I keep moving toward the stairs. I want to hide, cry, scream into the pillows of my nest.

“The fuck?” Domh asks as Aiden walks in next to him.

“I’ll tell you,” he grunts. “You’ll probably all kick my ass and I’ll let you. I don’t know what I was expecting, but this wasn’t it.”

I feel inept and too innocent as his words echo in my ears. Maybe if I was more mature, didn’t have such idealistic ideas, or was a different person entirely, I could be what he ‘expected.’

My feet pound up the stairs, and Evan and Caelin are waiting at the landing.

“Where are you going in such a rush?” Evan asks.

“To my nest, to hope that I’ll wake up someone different,” I mutter, stepping onto the landing.

“But you’re perfect,” Evan says, confused.

“That’s a lie, and I’m really tired of those right now,” I tell him, turning to move past them.

Evan’s faint scent of orchids gives me goosebumps, while Caelin’s apple blossom scent makes my eyelashes flutter. I’m a fucking addict.

“You had sex?” Caelin asks as his pale blue eyes track my movements.

“Not on purpose,” I say, shrugging.

“Fuck,” he says explosively as I hurry up to the attic. “Aiden!”

I ignore the shouting downstairs as I lock myself in my nest. Stripping off my clothes, I get into a hot shower, sitting on the tile floor with my legs drawn up. Tonight is an off day, that’s all. I’ll be stronger tomorrow.

Right now? I’ll let the tears flow. I’m in over my head with these alphas. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.

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