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I can’t breathe.

I push off the wall and rush past them into the dining room, leaning over the custom table.

The tableIdesigned.

“This is our house.”

With a gasp, I stumble to the French doors that lead to the garden, with James and Grey mere feet from me.

“Don’tfollow me,” I snarl at them, tears clouding my vision.

They lied about everything they knew the whole time

Why why why

“Don’t leave us again,” Grey demands, his voice wavering.

But I can’t think.

I can barely speak.

“If you care about me, if you ever lovedme atall, you willnotfollow me,” I choke out, before running out the door.

I stumble through the garden in the dark, my bare feet slapping against the stone path.

This is our house.

You were the designer.

You were the one that taught me how to garden.

I sob, holding my hand to my mouth, confused, heartbroken, and scared.

You were gone for almost two years.

Two years with Michael, two years without them.

They hid it all from me.

I’m mad at myself.

I’m mad at them.

I’m mad at the fucking world for being so confusing and fuckingunfair.

They loved me, and I left them.

Why?

You’re our Omega.

We’re your pack.

I end up at the edge of the woods, where tall trees and trails begin.

They didn’t follow me.

I crouch on the ground, my head in my hands, and weep.

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