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“Karma,” Ledger supplied, his knuckles cracking. He and Caspian shared a look and a nod of agreement. One that definitely meant he had averydifferent idea of what karma meant.
Good. The world was a cruel fucking place and I knew first-hand that vengeance and safety were won through battle.
Kane’s tears slowly calmed and the truth was clear to us all.
For each other, we were willing to go to war.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Kane
The smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke was so strong in the air it made me want to gag. It chased away the scent of the omega I’d called mine.
It had been a long fucking time since I’d truly scented her.
Outside of her heat, at least, when I became even more of a servant.
The moment she met these alphas, it was like I no longer had a place in her life. They barged in, made demands, and turned me into their personal butler.
Our omega couldn’t possibly lift a finger, and I guess they were exempt as well. That left me to handle the rest.
According to them, that was my duty. My only place here.
“I can’t do this anymore,” I’d cried to my best friend Paul on the phone. He’d tried for years to tell me to leave, but this bond meant something to me.
Society acts like a bite between an omega and a beta didn’t mean the same as it did between omegas and their alphas.To an extent, it was true. It wasn’t as deep. But once you committed, built a bond for years, there was no going back.
At least not easily.
To make matters worse, she’d insisted he bite me, too. The alphas did because she begged, teeth marring the perfect small bite she gave me and inflicting maximum pain as they did.
It was another testament to their constant cruelty.
“You need to get out of the house,” he urged. “Clear your head and consider your options.”
“Okay,” I whispered. “They’re going to leave around ten.”
“I’ll be there right after,” he promised. Paul was always there for me. Though, he had his own battles to fight.
He was the only one who knew my shame. That I’d let this pack treat me like garbage and cast me aside.
I waited in my room, the hours ticking by until they finally left. There were no goodbyes, no texts, just their presence, then sudden absence as if I were a ghost here.
An observer in my own fucking life.
The engine roared to life, drawing the attention of everyone within a mile. They loved the attention, though I doubted it was the kind they wanted it to be.
Then it rumbled down the street.
Silence surrounded me, now. An oasis among the chaos.
I hurried to get ready, pulling on clean clothes and grabbing my things, my skin crawling with the need to get out of the house.
The apartment was in disarray when I walked out. My brows furrowed as I took it all in. Cupboards hanging open, TV gone, furniture shifted haphazardly.
I walked through the house that used to be calm and beautiful. Now it was constantly littered in filth, that I was blamed for not keeping up with. Cans, trash, clothes… the alphas lived like pigs.
How the omega could stand this was insane.
