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I'm trapped.
I sink to the floor and bury my face in my hands. Tears burn my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall.
My thoughts drift to Devon, Kyle, and Frankie. Did they really come for me? Even if they were forced to leave, the fact that they came all this way makes my heart tighten with emotion. Why would they go out of their way for me? I'm just some outsider. A random omega they picked up on the side of the road.
But they came for me. They tried to save me.
I can't give up. I can't let them down.
Pacing the room, my mind races as I try to come up with a plan. I have to be smart about this. I can't just rush into something and hope for the best.
I have to think. I have to be strategic.
If I'd just stayed with Devon this morning instead of trying to leave town, maybe none of this would've happened. Maybe I could've avoided this nightmare.
Or maybe Devon would've gotten killed trying to protect me...
Shit.
It feels like no matter what path I take, I’ll still lose. Maybe I should just accept my fate. Maybe that's all my life was ever meant to be. A sacrifice so that others can have a peaceful life.
No way. I’m not just gonna lie down and let my father do my bidding. That’s not the kind of person I am. Despite all the bullshit going on right now, despite the fact that my father seems to have lost his fucking mind, he didn’t raise me to be a quitter. He raised me to take charge of my life, to make things happen and to put things into motion.
I might resent him now, but there was a time when that wasn’t the case. There was a time when I wanted to be just like him. Before he turned cold and distant and…selfish.
He might’ve forgotten what it was like to be that person, but I haven’t. I haven’t forgotten about the father I once adored. And I’m not gonna lie down and cower before the tyrant who’s taken his place.
I may be an omega, but I’m the son of an Alpha who’s been leading our pack for decades. I’m capable of changing my fate. That’s what he taught me all those years ago, and that’s what I still believe to this day. I’m not a defeatist. I’m not a child who can be put in a corner and told to accept the decisions being made on my behalf.
I have agency.
I look toward the bedroom door with a newfound determination. There will be an opening, and there will be an opportunity.
I just need to be ready to take advantage of it.
13
KYLE
"I don't like this." Frankie paces back and forth in the small motel room. "I don't like any of this."
Thanks to Frankie's tips from working at the diner, we were able to afford a motel for the night. It's not much, but it beats sleeping on the ground. And, after our encounter with River's pack, I feel a lot safer having four solid walls around us.
"None of us like it." I sigh, shaking my head. "But what choice do we have? We can't fight them. Not alone."
"So, we find help." Devon looks up from his phone, back in the conversation. "The hunter chick who told you where we could find River's pack seems helpful."
Frankie shakes his head. "Jenna made it clear she can't interfere any more than that. Business between wolves doesn't concern the hunters. She'd be in trouble if she got involved."
"Shit," Devon mutters, running a hand through his hair. "So, what? We just leave him there?"
"No." I shake my head firmly, unwilling to even consider that. "We're not giving up. We're gonna find a way to get him out of there."
"The moment we do that, we have to run." Frankie sits on the edge of the bed beside Devon. "And this time, I'm not sure we'll be able to stop. Ever."
Is that really what our life will be like? Doesn’t matter. "I know, but we can't abandon him."
"I'm not saying we should," Frankie says. "And as long as the three of us are together, we'll be okay."
