Page 95 of Zoinks! Nice Pack, Bro

Someone at work mentioned my clothes being baggy and it made me feel unprofessional, even though it was meant as a compliment. I couldn’t see it. I could just see something was wrong and I needed to fix it.

I couldn’t see any of it and it was making me spiral out.

Maybe the scale was lying to me?

It could be broken.

Or I was broken.

Because right now it was saying that I was officially twenty three pounds lighter than when I had met the boys. And my eyes couldn’t see it.

I needed to see it before I bought new clothes because I could already see myself in a dressing room, crying over things that weren’t the right size.

How did numbers on a tag make me feel so small and so big all at once? It felt like women’s clothing was created as a psychological warfare to always keep us on our toes.

I had messed up when I had sleepily muttered to Cam I was getting new clothes and he would say something to the others about it. I didn’t want them saying anything to me until I had at least ordered a few things and knew what size to try on. Now there was no choice in the matter because no one in the house noticed I had lost weight but as soon as Cam mentioned I needed clothes the stupid knot brains would shift into alpha mode and need to protect me.

I didn’t need them to protect me. I just wanted them to notice me.

Maybe if I worked out just a bit longer….

Sliding the scale back where it had been, I tucked my phone away in my pocket. Just a little longer, I rationalized. Ignoring the fact that Ishould take a pill to calm down but instead I was putting the headphones on and heading back to the bag to work out some of the aggression.

Paxton had taught me how to wrap my fingers, which I had done earlier, following his technique so I didn’t injure myself.

Now, I was facing off with the bag, looking at it and thinking about how Ant had stood beside me, explaining punches. How I could use it as a tool for when I was upset.

Cameron had kissed my sweaty shoulders, aiming my fists to show me howto turn my body into it.

Jace brought water, making sure I stayed hydrated so I could continue.

All of them doted on me so that I could learn.

A figure was too close to me as the bag swung from my hits. My face probably beat red from exertion. I had gotten lost in the workout as my mind had reeled. I reached out, steadying the bag as I turned to see the man who had watched me box before on the first night I had been here.

I forget his name but the way he is looking at me makes me wish I hadn’t taken off the oversized shirt I had been wearing earlier.

Usually no one came to the gym at this time. It was locked up and people respected that I was an omega that was being courted by the pack who ran it. Since it was mostly alphas and a couple of random betas who sometimes came for the classes that were taught on Thursday’s, they respected a pack's omega. I hadn’t even put on scent neutralizer for my workout because I was so sure I’d be alone.

“So they let you work out here without them, little piggy.”

My heart is in my throat at the cruel name he calls me. Everything I had been feeling when I stepped on the scale hitting me full force. Not only the recent insecurity but the one pushed into me. It’s like being around my family all over again. My alpha fathers were unsure what to do with me and sneering at how I wasn’t what they wanted anymore.

“I bet you squeal real pretty for them, don’t you?” He licks his lips and I step back.

I can smell the way his breath is rotten, sickening me as I wish I heard him come in. I would have ran a lot sooner.

Now I’m here and he’s too close to me. Alarm bells are blaring in my head, blocking out the logic that should be there.

I’m a Freshman in college again and the alpha I’m seeing is holding me down on the floor of my room. Sneering at me as he looks at my stomach. He hated how I looked. Said that an alpha deserved a proper omega, not a jello cutout omega.

“Do you fuck all of them? Are you their little toy to play with? A little cushion is probably good when you’re taking four cocks like the whore you are.” He reaches out to stroke my face but I’m stepping back, my heart hammering so hard in my chest I’m afraid it’s going to burst out.

He smells all wrong. Maybe it’s from being around the pack so much but now around him it’s hitting me how bad other alphas smell. My eyes burn as I try to stay calm. Try not to let his words hurt me.

I’m not safe and my body wants to run and throw up all at once.

“What’s wrong, little piggy? What’s one more cock? Why don’t you get down on your knees for me like the omega whore that you are?” His hand goes to the red silky gym shorts he’s wearing, pulling them down in one tug. I turn my head at the sight of his half hard cock bobbing free.

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