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She grieves for something that can never be, for so many reasons.
This is not her life. Alphas are dangerous, and now she’s realizing it’s in more ways than one.
It takes all her willpower to not step out of the car, attempt to scale the fence, and impale herself on the stupid barbed wirewallthat no one could survive a fall from.
Rational Hazel needs to make a comeback right fuckingnow, because all current Hazel wants to do is inhale that potent, heady scent for the rest of her life.
Her body responds as well, and she wants to scream at the injustice of it all. Her core aches, her cunt throbs, and her nipples tighten as her body processes the forbidden essence.
Alpha.
Goosebumps appear on her flesh as her hands grip the steering wheel tightly, knowing she has only mere moments to leave before this all goes to shit.
But she could stay, couldn’t she? She could just inhale, let go of the wheel, listen to her body and get out of the car…
She grits her teeth, starts the car, and throws the vehicle into reverse, the tires squealing as she speeds away from the forbidden site.
Every instinct in her screams to turn around, but she fights the urge and lets out a frustrated yell as she races down the dirt roads, her heart pounding with adrenaline.
She can never afford to feel that way again.
It was hypnotic, it was intoxicating, and if she keeps thinking about it, she’ll go back.
Ava is still asleep by the time Hazel makes it to her apartment. Her legs shake as she tiptoes to the couch, shucking off her hoodie and collapsing against the cushions.
The Alpha’s scent still lingers on her, as if it’s slowly creeping into her pores and poisoning her veins. Her chest aches, worse than any heartbreak she’s experienced.
Is it possible to grieve something she’s never had?
She takes an extra dose of her suppressants, because she would rather be numb than experience the artificial loss. Nothing is worse than this pain.Nothing.
She vows to never go back to the site again.
And she crosses the line between consciousness and sleep, she wonders how much she’s been sheltered from.
CHAPTER 6
ABEL
The kid didn’t makeit.
He keeps replaying the words in his mind.
The kid didn’t make it.
They killed a kid.
“Fuck,” he hisses, pressing his hands to his eyes, willing the migraine to go away. The only comfort in his cell is the cardigan, which stays underneath his flat pillow.
He’s slowly turning into a mixture of hate and rage. It can’t keep going on like this.
There have been enough suicides on the base to know that something is seriously wrong but the injections of powerful suppressants they take block most of it out.
It took the death of a fucking kid for the truth to come to the forefront.
Something needs to change.
The Alpha/Omega connection is sacred, yet Lincoln City and the rest of the country have warped it into a fear tactic.
