4. Blake

4

Blake

"We have to go after him," I whisper, still fighting against Grayson's hold. The bastard has only tightened his arm around my waist every time I struggle and I suddenly hate being an Omega all over again. My Alphas dragged me toward the car but I still want to see Luca safely off. It's never been this bad before, my need to protect and love the Omega that I can't have.

But they didn't see him in the bathroom and a little piece of my heart left with Luca today.

"Gray, I need-"

Luther steps in front of me, pressing both of us against the car so that I can no longer move. His expression is dark and unforgiving, his musk strangling me until the only thing I can do is submit. "Blake, I need you to breathe for me. Breathe ." I glare at him even as I take a few breaths, tears staining my cheeks for every second we're still standing here. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest starts to calm my erratic thoughts until my head is buried against him, my Alphas holding me steady. " This is why I hate bringing you here. Because I can do nothing but watch you suffer for a man you love and can't have. For a man that's most definitely yours. Fate played a cruel joke on you, love."

" Please. " I'm a selfish brat for asking Luther this but my heart is falling apart. It feels like a physical pain running through me, taking over me as I cling to him for help. "Is it supposed to feel like this?" I ask, my voice barely over a whisper.

My Alphas' arms tighten around me as I sob into Luther's chest. "We'll make sure he gets to his apartment but you have to let him go, Blake. This is going to be the hardest thing you've ever done but we're right here for you. We will always be here for you."

"I told you once that I'd make a terrible Omega." I'm probably the only one in the entire world who doesn't give all my attention to my Alphas. An Omega fallen for another mated Omega? It can't happen. I don't have what Luca needs and he can't satisfy me either. Fate really did play a cruel joke on the both of us. Had Luca still been a Beta, he would have been mine. Grayson would have claimed him. I'm sure of it.

Luther holds me for a little bit longer before helping me climb into the back, Grayson reattaching himself to my side once I'm buckled in. No words flit between us as my Alpha starts off down the road in the opposite direction of our home. Not soon enough, Luca's withered form comes into view, the Omega walking across the street and heading for a small apartment complex that looks like it has seen better days.

I know I shouldn't watch, that my heart is about to be broken but I can't look away as Luca reaches for the doorknob. The door swings open, an Alpha filling the space in the entryway before dragging Luca into a rough kiss. Luca immediately submits, my entire body rejecting what's unfolding in front of me. Still, I recognize the way Luca's body goes limp, the same way he does with me.

"Blake-" Grayson starts but I shake my head, trying to keep my emotions locked down.

"Let's go home." I place a hand over my heart before my fingers dig into my skin to rid me of pain that shouldn't be possible. "I just needed to say goodbye, okay? We—I won't go to the diner anymore. He has an Alpha. I have Alphas. Fuck. It's not supposed to hurt like this." My Alphas remain silent. They know there's nothing they can say to make this situation easier.

It isn't until Grayson is stripping me out of my clothes and forcing me into my nest before I truly break down. "I don't know how both of you don't fucking hate me." Grayson says nothing as he slides in behind me, wrapping a firm arm around my stomach. Luther takes a few more minutes, shutting off lights and turning on the security before moving to lie in front of me.

He drags his fingers down my cheek before pushing my hair from my forehead. The last few times I dragged them to the diner, the night ended in a fuckfest as we licked Luca's scent from the air. A sweet ocean scent that reminds me of summer. Tonight, though, the pain is paralyzing my body. Even with Luca's scent surrounding me, I can't let go.

"You're impossible to hate," Luther says, the words rumbling through his chest. "I don't need you to be perfect, love. I just want you to be happy." A low growl permeates the air as I curl into him, promising myself that I'll let Luca go and work toward moving on.

I can do this.

I can't do this.