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When we entered the two-story mansion, I excused myself and headed straight to the bathroom to shower. After being in the same clothes through the day and night, I felt disgusting. My annoyance was merely a distraction - my mind was fuzzy about what occurred yesterday that proceeded to Onyx explaining the truth of what was wrong with Willow.
I forced myself to not think about it until the beads of water were thrumming against my bare back. No matter how hot or cold the pellets of water were, my restlessness was relentless, and I was tossed into a wave of flashbacks I'd fought long and hard to keep buried within myself.
"Sometimes I feellike I should just die."
I blink and look at Mihkel, watching his eyes stare up to the sky. It's another cold night. One that's only worse for us with the thin, tattered clothes on our backs within the cardboard box we live within.
A rubber plastic is what shields us from the snow and rain, and I pray tonight's downfall won't be too harsh or the very coverage would collapse upon us by morning due to the weight of the snow.
"You don’t deserve to die, Mihkel."
"Father would have disagreed with you."
"That's why he's dead," I mutter. "He was too blind to see our potential. I'm not blind. I can see the strength you carry, Mihkel. You just have to wait a little longer. You'll be an Alpha like me, and then we'll rise from the ashes of this dump and prove to the world we're worthy enough to be amongst those who wear suits and ties. They'll all see. We just have to be patient."
"You'd be fine without me," he mutters. "You have your new friends."
"My new friends are our new friends, Mikhel," I stress. "They're here for both of us. They're ready for us to rise together to the top."
"What if the top is worse then being at the bottom?" Mikhel whispers. "What if it's so dangerous that we're only moving from the cold pit of homelessness to the flames of the wealthy? Can’t we find middle ground?"
"Middle ground is possible," I reason. "But middle ground doesn't allow for people to bow at your feet. Middle ground still has those who are higher looking down upon us like garbage. Being in the middle would make no difference from being homeless on these cold streets and having the world shame us for circumstances we did not deliver to ourselves. Is that what you wish for?"
"No." His reply is quiet. "I just want to be happy, Dimitris."
"I know," I whisper. "We'll find happiness. I promise. Then you'll find a nice mate who will love you."
He laughs then, showing me those crooked teeth of his as those pink orbs that match mine glimmer with hope.
"She better like pink eyes cause I can’t afford contacts," he jokes.
"I'm sure she'll love pink ones," I whisper. "And by then, you'll be able to afford anything in California. Absolutely anything."
"Okay, brother," he whispers and tightens his hold on my hand. "I trust you."
The howlingof my wolf brought me back to the shower, the water now freezing cold, and yet I still felt as though I was burning from the inside out. Tears were running down my cheeks at the brief flashback and I slammed my fist against the tiled wall, needing a damn second to breathe and not get lost in my own chaotic whirlwind of emotions that threatened to bring me down.
Deep breaths, steady and calculated, until I was able to rise up and shut off the flashbacks that plagued me. I knew the story would trigger them. That Willow's experience would throw me right over the edge with the deadly hint of alcohol.
I wished to spill blood, to wreak havoc on all those who dared forsake us for pleasing another.
Pleasing that bitch.
I was positive she'd be hiding in some sort of hole. Waiting for me to strike tonight after the shit she pulled. Willow could have died today, and somehow, she managed to survive the rounds of events that tried to knock her down but failed again and again.
If it wasn't for Onyx's words, I would have gotten rid of all of them. Every single behind-the-scenes person would be dead at this moment, as would Elizabeth.
Tortured. Ridiculed. Destroyed in the best way possible that would make her utterly worthless.
How dare she overlook the kindness we gave her years ago and now plot against us? How dare she decide she was worthy to take a spot in what we'd earned with our swift execution of ownership and connection-making.
She was walking upon a thin patch of ice, and it would only be a matter of time before it cracked, and she fell into the dark shallows of the water.
Willow...
I never would have been able to track such an incident down. It was amazing to think that was the reason for the injected shots.
"I've never worriedabout you guys turning on me. My worry is how long you'll be able to keep Willow around until you push her away."
