Page 80 of The Butcher

Then Bryce Harden happened, and there weren’t any omegas left.

My anger, my hatred for that piece of shit, replaced and eventually erased anything else I could have been feeling since I presented as an alpha, and that’s what I ran with.

They were gone, so what was the point, anyway?

Hanging onto some semblance of my humanity, that’s what.

Being with Nash and Clay helped, in more ways than I can really express, but those two being who they are—what they are—it was easy to ignore that. Pushing the tiny shreds of humanityI had left so far down I forgot they existed. It was so much easier to do that and embrace The Butcher.

Right up until a body dump went wrong and I wound up pulling someone out of the ravine when I was supposed to be putting more people into it.

It makes sense, though.

Knowing what I know now, reacting the way I did to Indy when we were alone, all of it validated everything Nash and Clayton have been saying about her, and it showed me that no matter how hard I tried, I wasn’t going to be able to escape it.

I’m not going to be able to escape her.

Even if I’d been successful in scaring her off, I had the knowledge that Indigo existed. She would be out there, and I would know without a shadow of a doubt, she’s mine, and with us is where she should be.

I also know that if I got to the point of scaring her away, she’d just come right back to Obsidian Falls, that was clear with how she bucked up to me a little while ago.

With an annoyed grunt, I grab the top of my jeans and tug, making room for my cock that starts to swell every fucking time I replay our confrontation, then stomp my way into the freezer.

She’s a complex little thing. One who’s full of surprises.

I incorrectly assumed, based on the way I found her as well as the following recovery time, that Indigo was a timid, weak thing without any kind of backbone. Not that it would have mattered when it came to the way we’re connected, but still, I thought she would be nothing but afraid once she was healthy enough to explore.

Boy, was I dead fucking wrong.

Not only did she surprise me with the way she responded to Clayton and Nash, but she floored me with how quickly she seemed to have a similar kind of reaction to them that I did when we first met. Instant, natural, fluid, and possessive. I can telljust from seeing them together earlier. Indy settled in with them like they’d always known each other, and I’ll be damned if that doesn’t piss me the fuck off.

That’s my own fault, though.

Something inside of me was fucking thrilled to see her holding Nash’s hand, to see how easy it was for her to be with him, and how light she seemed to feel when she was within range of Clay.

I felt all of that coming from her, coming from them, and what pisses me off about it is knowing that I should be a part of it, and if I was, the outcome would be nothing short of goddamn spiritual for all four of us.

Ultimately, I’m angry as fuck with myself, and I’m not looking to change it any time soon, even if it means I lose all of them. Which is also annoying as fuck because I don’t want that, not at all.

I need to fucking kill someone.

I pull my phone from my pocket, choosing to ignore the erection even the freezer can’t get rid of, then shoot a text to my idiot brother.

ME:Anything?

ZEKE: All quiet on the western front, chief.

ME: Don’t call me that.

ME: Seriously, though. You got nothing at all?

ZEKE: Nada. Seems they’re still reeling from your visit the other day.

Scowling,I rub my shoulder and shift my weight a little. I’m not healed up, not more than a couple days out from getting shot multiple times but Nan’s shit is helping, and I’ve always been a ‘just rub some dirt in it’ kind of dumbass. And since Indy wentall scent match psycho over the way I was restrained, staying in that bed, or anywhere else she happened to pass through, wasn’t really an option.

So, I tried to kick her out, slept like shit for a few hours, then left Nan’s place in the middle of the night to go to my shop, and it’s where I’ve been ever since. Not that a lot of time has passed or anything, but I haven’t been back to my house, or my grandmother’s place, and I have no desire to change that any time soon.

ME:Closing ranks?

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