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ABEL
Lincoln City is practicingtheir drills again, and Abel grits his teeth as he hears the faint sound of the sirens echoing.
Ten years.
It’s been ten fucking years of hearing those drills, ten years of knowing what he’s without.
They sold him a lie, and he’s had ten years to fester in that awful fact.
He stares up at the ceiling over his bunk, doing his best to ignore the blaring sounds.
But it’s always a reminder of what Lincoln City, the state of Washington, and the rest of the United States think of Alphas.
“Do you think they’ll ever know?” Draven asks from the bunk under him. “Do you think they’ll ever see us differently?”
It can’t keep going on like this.
“They will eventually,” Abel replies. “They have to.”
He doesn’t know how much more he can take before he breaks.
* * *
“There’s a child here,”Draven whispers after training. They’re both soaked in sweat from sparring, and Abel’s ribs ache from a nasty hit Reid landed on him.
It’s nothing he’s not used to. Pain is instructive. Pain creates discipline and turns them all into effortless killing machines for when the time comes.
He’s come to terms with it.
But Draven’s words give him pause.
“What?”
“There’s a fuckingkidhere,” Draven hisses, his expression furious. “Abel, I swear to fucking God, there’s a little boy. They say he’s…presenting.”
Nausea rolls in Abel’s gut while his jaw clenches so tightly he’s sure it will crack.
“That’s not possible,” he says finally.
Alphas and Omegas don’t present until after they’re reached their adult years. Abel and Draven both presented when they were eighteen, but Draven has only been on the island for four years.
His bunkmate isn’t as hardened as him yet, and Draven looks like he’s seconds away from losing it.
“I heard him crying, Abel. He doesn’t know what’s happening to him.”
Abel swallows, his rage reaching a boiling point.
If he opens his mouth, he’ll scream and never stop.
Draven continues to panic.
“They took a kid. How can this be okay—”
And before Draven can stop him, Abel storms up to one of the senior guards, who regards him with narrowed eyes.
“Is it true?” Abel barks, and the guard only smirks in response.
“Is what true?”
