“Then…”
The full-color memory blazes through my head, lighting my skull on fire.
It started with Renee.
Then her friends. Other trainers.
They liked having a pet alpha who couldn’t do anything but submit.
I point to the side door.
I remember.
Lilah’s sweet pink upper lip twisted in the ugliest sneer. Grey eyes that were supposed to be filled with stars were suddenly thunderstorms.
I disgust her.
She’s just like them.
Bad, cruel, painful omegas.
Because Lilah saw and she knew that I was broken. A failed alpha, long before my awakening. “You were there. You saw.”
“No. The last time I saw you, you gave me a muffin.” She speaks so carefully, pronouncing every word. “Jett… What do you think I saw?”
“Renee,” I repeat.
What I’m saying finally hits home.
Horror widens Lilah Darling’s eyes.
Finally.
Now we can end this clean.
TWENTY
LILAH
A sinkhole opens in my stomach. It’s big, and it’s dank, and I think this one’s so deep, I’m never escaping.
Because holy fuck.
The first time I saw grown-up JJ, I thought demon.
He was so achingly gorgeous and so full of hate. It took me a while to match him to the dark-haired boy in my memories who fed me treats and smiled so sweet.
Tonight’s Jett is just a shell.
His shoulders are a little too pinched and his scent a little too weak, like he’s fading to nothing.
And I’m ill, because I finally understand why.
All the pieces that never made sense connect in a sickening click.
Most OCC trainers are betas. The rare omegas are old birds like Eleanor who’ve already raised families and have knowledge to share.
Except Renee. She just wanted attention.