Chapter 14 In which I am told I am nothing

I don’t really want to be here. I’m not feeling the crush of the bodies and the thumping beat. Not like I normally would. I’m not feeling the need to pick someone up and fuck their brains out, either.

But I do feel the need to stick my middle finger up at my new so-called pack, and so I’m here. And I’m going to stay here until the club closes, and then I’ll make my way back to their penthouse.

If they’re going to leave me alone for fucking hours on end with no messages or idea of when they’ll be home, then I’m going to do the same fucking thing to them.

I honestly wasn’t sure if the bouncer would let me in, but when I made it to the front of the line, it was the same security guard from last night and he ushered me through the door without batting an eye. Even gave me a VIP bracelet again, not that I’m going to use it.

No, I plan to stay in the crush of bodies, doing shots of tequila and sipping club soda. I’m going to fucking try to reclaim the old Sadie. The one that used to thrive on this, that didn’t care if a guy—or guys—didn’t want her.

There’s always more fish in the sea, and I can find someone that wants me, even if it’s just temporary. It’s got to feel better than being left alone for hours on end by my ‘pack’, right?

The thought of them doubles my resolve to enjoy myself, so I throw my hands in the air and toss my hair around, swaying to the music. I’m not dressed for a night out, not like I normally would be, since I hadn’t actually planned on coming here. I was just going to grab my car and head back. But the more I walked, the more angry I became and the more I wanted to teach them a lesson.

I want them to worry. I want them to go home to an empty fucking penthouse and think that I left, to sit and wonder where I am, who I’m with, if I actually left them.

So I’m in my white Nikes, jeans and a tank top. My leather jacket is with the coat check and my hair is a freaking mess, but I don’t care. It doesn’t matter. Despite my hurt feelings, I know I won’t pick up anyone tonight. No, when I’m ready, I’ll go back to the penthouse like a good girl and curl up in my cell of a bedroom alone.

Always alone.

Forever alone.

Even after finding the pack that is supposed to change that.

The thought makes me dance harder, trying like hell to get lost in the music, to just stop fucking thinking for a moment. It doesn’t help, not until a set of broad hands slide onto my hips, under the hem of my tank top, touching my sweaty skin, like they have a right to it. A momentary thrill goes through me, as I think this must be a member of my pack. No one else would touch me with that possessive edge. But then I’m pulled back against a hard chest that smells like salted butterscotch pudding… but not the good kind of butterscotch tempered with bourbon like Logan… Its too sweet. Too salty, overwhelmingly so.

There’s a niggling that I might have thought he smelled really fucking good before I found my scent matches, but not now. Still, I don’t move away from him, letting him fit our bodies together as he grinds on my ass. I reach back and hook a hand around his neck, tipping my head against his shoulder to look at him.

He’s handsome in a boy next door, all American kind of way. Perfectly styled blond hair, blue eyes, dimples in his tanned cheeks when he smiles down at me with full lips. “Hey there, gorgeous,” he growls down at me, before dipping his head to run his nose along my neck, scenting me.

The move makes me stiffen. It’s far too fucking intimate. I didn’t mind when Swift did it, or Luca, because they’re my scent matches. Even if I didn’t know it at the time, something inside me recognized them as mine, but now? No. No. I don’t want this alpha scenting me. Especially since he can see the fucking mating bite on my neck. Even if he couldn’t see it before—it’s dark and my hair is down—he should be able to see it now.

Who even does that?

My hands go to his wrists, intending to push him off of me, and make an excuse to escape, but as soon as I move, the guy is yanked away from me, and tossed into the mass of dancers, knocking some of them down. I stare at him wide eyed for a moment, before turning to the fuming alpha standing next to me.

He’s glaring at me with so much anger I take a step back, away from him, a skitter of fear running down my spine. Quick as a whip, he strikes, snagging my wrist in an unbreakable grip so I can’t escape. Maddox growls and gives me a little shake when I use my other hand to pry his fingers from me. It won’t work, but it doesn’t stop me from trying.

Big men wearing black shirts that say ‘Security’ on the back push through the crowd, just as the All American alpha clambers back to his feet, blue eyes narrowed in anger. One of the security guards slips between us and the other alpha. “What’s up boss?”

Boss? Boss?

I stop trying to get the angry alpha to release me, and tip my head back to groan at the ceiling. Of course, the Falcone pack owns The Market. Swift gave me a free VIP pass. I met Luca and Ethan here.

I should have put that together.

Maddox jerks his chin at the butterscotch alpha. “Get this guy out of here and blacklist him.” My mouth falls open in surprise and the dude lets out a sound of protest, followed by a growl.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” he shouts. “I was just fucking dancing with her.”

My prime alpha’s lips curl back into a snarl and I have to say the omega in me fucking loves this. Loves the possessive way he’s gripping my wrist, loves that he’s upset that another man was touching me.

“It’s Market policy that claimed omegas will not be groped by asshole alphas while on the premises,” one of the security guards says.

“Or any omega, for that matter,” says the other. “Unless they’re interested. Makes it a safe place for them to enjoy themselves.”

The alpha’s eyes narrow. “How do you know she’s not my omega?”

I look up at Maddox and wait for him to say he knows because I’m his, that I’m bonded into his pack, but he doesn’t. He just arches a brow and asks, “Is she?”

Devastated. So fucking devastated.

My chin dips down and I blink quickly to keep the tears at bay, but my throat is tight and I think I’m going to fail and burst into sobs right here in the middle of a fucking dance club.

The alpha’s eyes flick to me and then slowly he shakes his head before his full mouth pulls back into a snarl. “Though she deserves better than whoever put that bite on her. What kind of alpha leaves their omega alone in a fucking club like this?”

Next to me Maddox stiffens even more, his fingers tighten to the point of pain, before he forces himself to relax. “Get him out of here.”

The security guards don’t wait, ushering him toward the front door despite his protests, and Maddox spins on his heel and drags me in the opposite direction, toward the back of the club. He drags me down a hallway, to an emergency exit, though no alarm sounds when he shoves open the door and pulls me into the alley.

“Lily,” he says, his voice a hell of a lot softer than it ever has been when he talks to me and it’s enough for me to lift my chin and my tears to dry up. The coat check girl is standing just on the other side of the alley, my jacket in her hands.

Her smile is tight as she hands over the coat to Maddox, and I don’t miss that her fingers stroke over his before she releases the leather to him. “Dox.” The way she says his name like a caress tells me they’ve had sex. And not just once, but multiple times.

More devastation. I’m fucking drowning in it, even as Maddox releases my wrist to tug the jacket on my limp arms and over my shoulder. His touch is careful. Gentle.

His fingers pinch my chin, tilt my face up, dark eyes meet mine, and whatever he sees on my face has his lips thinning further. “Badly done, omega.” His censure makes my stomach drop and my lower lip tremble.

He bends low and scoops me over his shoulder, not being the least bit gentle about it, the hard bone there digging into my stomach.

“Put me down,” I wheeze when my lungs have enough air in them to speak. My fists pound against his back and I kick my feet to dislodge myself from his hold, but he only tightens his grip farther, until I know I’ll have fingerprint bruises along my thighs.

Lily chuckles, but it sounds jealous as hell. Aren’t I the one that should be jealous? She’s fucking my alpha after all, and it’s pretty fucking clear that Maddox doesn’t want me.

“Make sure everyone knows she’s not allowed in here unless someone from my pack is with her,” he growls at her.

I hear more than see her move closer, close enough that I can feel her heat on my legs. Placing my hands on his lower back, I press up to see she has her hand on his fucking chest, touching him like she has a fucking right to. I can’t stop the growl that erupts from me at the sight. It’s softer and nowhere near as intimidating as Maddox’s. It cuts off when he swats my ass hard. Hard enough that tears prick in my eyes.

“Ow! You asshole!”

“Who is she to you, Dox?” Lily asks, still fucking touching him.

The hands on my legs tighten, and then he says six words that rip out my little omega heart and stomp all over it. “No one. She’s nothing but trouble.”

All the fight leaves me, all the anger and jealousy and frustration melts. I whine before I can stop it. Tears stream from my eyes and drip over my forehead, wetting my hair line. Have you ever cried while upside down? I do not fucking recommend it. Not at fucking all.

Maddox’s hands tighten and then soften, stroking over my thighs almost in apology. But I’m sure he’d do that for any omega that he found crying. It’s impossible for an alpha to be around a distressed omega and not want to comfort them. Unless they’re bonded already. Then they have a greater chance of resisting a weeping omega that isn’t their mate.

And I definitely am not bonded to Maddox, probably never will be. So this gentle petting of my ass and legs is only because of alpha instincts for a weeping omega.

I become vaguely aware that we’re moving, that we’ve left Lily behind. I wish I had focused a little better, listened to the rest of their conversation, but my new little omega heart was shattering, so I’ll give myself a little grace.

Blood rushes out of my head as Maddox flips me upright, his arms coming around me. A wave of dizziness hits, making my head spin, and when I come to, I find myself in the back seat of a car, cradled on his fucking lap. I scramble off quickly, putting as much space between us as I can, pressing against the far door. But I’m not stupid enough to open it, even if part of me is desperate to run away. The car is moving, after all.

Maddox sighs and settles against his door, anger still pulsing out of him. “Seatbelt, Sadie.”

I ignore him and curl farther away from him, wrapping my arms around my waist and bowing my head, like that will help keep the whine that wants to erupt from me from doing so.

Conceal, don’t feel, I chant to myself in my head, turning into fucking Elsa, trying to shut down all these raging fucking emotions and become ice. A sculpture, something unbreakable. But then even a statue made of ice can shatter, can’t it? An ice pick thrust in the right place can create cracks, fractures.

“Heartbreaker,” Ethan’s voice draws my chin up enough to see him in the front passenger seat, twisted around to look at me. Luca is driving, hands so tight on the wheel his knuckles are white. “Can you put on your seatbelt for me?”

I blink, noticing the incessant beeping from the front of the car. The no seatbelt warning light flashing. Maddox grunts and leans over my body, getting too close to me for the man who just fucking called me ‘nothing but trouble.’ I shrink back, doing my best to not let him touch me.

But he doesn’t linger, just grabs the safety belt and tugs it over my body before clicking it in place.

Once he’s done, I pull my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them, curling as tight as I can, trying to hold all of my pieces together and failing miserably. So fucking miserably.

My brain won’t shut up, running over all the shit that has happened recently. An ice pick breaking off pieces of me.

Fired from my job. Clink there goes one piece.

Sudden omega. Oops, there goes another.

Bonded into a pack that doesn’t want me. Clank .

Seeing the doctor that treated me for years on the street. Chonk.

Being left all by myself in a strange place and in a strange situation. Clang.

“Is your stuff in your car, vixen?”

Lily touching my alpha like she has a right to. Clink .

Maddox not claiming me as his. Clank.

Maddox calling me nothing. Clunk.

Maddox clearly not wanting me. Broken.

I’m fucking broken. No one ever wants me. Even when I’m their fucking scent match.

How am I so fucking unlovable? Unwantable?

“Sadie.”

Never good enough. My mother couldn’t even be bothered to sit with me while I underwent treatment as a child. Not once. She didn’t care for me enough to take two hours out of her day.

“ Sadie .”

I lift my head. “What?”

“Where are your things?” Ethan asks, his tone not meeting the harsh snappish level of mine.

Not understanding the question, I frown. I have everything I left the house with. “I don’t know what you’re asking me.”

“Your bag, vixen. Where’s your bag with all your stuff?” Luca says, doing a less impressive job of keeping his voice level.

But then I realize what they’re asking. They think I packed all my shit up and left, that I stopped by the club before I headed out of town. They don’t need to know how fucking close I got to doing that. Fuck, I wish I had. “It’s in the bathroom.”

“Of the club?” Maddox growls, pulling out his phone like he’s going to call someone to grab it. Probably Lily with her stupid floral scent and pretty brown eyes.

“No, asshole. At your house. It’s in the bathroom downstairs next to the gym. The one that I’ve been using.”

I could be misreading all of them, but I swear as soon as I say the words, they all relax marginally.

“You weren’t leaving?” Ethan asks slowly, to make sure they understand.

“No, I realized I left my car parked on the street and I’d at the very least get a bunch of parking tickets, or maybe even towed. I went to move my car.”

“Is that what you were doing while you let that asshole alpha grind his dick on you? Moving your car. Is that the name of a dance move I don’t recognize?” I don’t look at Maddox, don’t fucking acknowledge him or his surly ass, not after what he said to me, what he called me.

The steering wheel creaks as Luca squeezes it. “You’re fucking bonded, Sadie.”

“Oh, am I?” I smack myself on the forehead. “Gee, thanks for finally fucking remembering that, so you could make me feel like shit, Luca.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

I ignore the question because if he doesn’t know, I don’t have the patience to explain it to him. “And for the record, I danced with the guy for all of two seconds. I was about to push him off of me because he was way too close and I didn’t like it.”

“I’m going to hunt the fucker down and kill him, I swear,” Luca growls.

Ethan is staring at me, taking in my still guarded position on the seat. How far I am from Maddox. It’s a feat of strength, honestly, because even though I’m mad as hell and hurt, my omega wants to go to my prime alpha and let him make it better. Like he’s supposed to.

Too bad, girly, that’s not gonna happen.

“Okay,” Ethan says gently. “Let’s all just take a breath. Calm down.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to yell at him for telling me to calm down, because that’s literally never helped any situation. Ever. Instead, I take a deep breath, turning to look out the window at the buildings passing by. “I still need to get my car,” I mutter.

“We’ll have someone grab it for you,” Maddox growls, head also turned away from me like he can’t stand to look at me. “They can bring it to our garage.”

“You could have asked one of us before leaving the penthouse,” Ethan says, still observing me.

“Oh?” I say, not looking away from the window. “How would I have done that? I don’t have your phone numbers and I obviously couldn’t talk to you face to face since none of you-” I cut off because if I keep talking, keep thinking about sitting long and crying into my mashed potatoes, I will one hundred percent, whine and/or cry and I don’t want to do that. I refuse to.

Thankfully, Luca pulls into the underground garage, and I don’t have to keep talking to them. I’m out of the car before it’s fully parked and in front of the elevator that will take us up to the penthouse, only to realize that I can’t even call it. The handprint scanner mocks me, reminding me they haven’t actually accepted me into the pack. I can’t enter their pack house without one of them.

The three of them join me and I can practically feel Maddox’s smirk as he reaches out and places his hand on the scanner. I don’t look at him, keeping my eyes on the silver doors until they part.

As soon as they do, I slip through and press myself against the back wall, tipping my head back with my eyes closed. I’m tired and sweaty and achy. I need water more than I need air, and the last thing I want to do is have a conversation with assholes about my hurt feelings.

I don’t want them to know they hurt me. That after twenty-four hours of knowing them, I feel like they pulled my heart out of my chest and dangled it on a string for them to all take shots at, like a bloody, beating pinata.

Even though Luca might feel it.

But then, I’ve been working hard to keep the bond locked down tight.

The ride up to the penthouse is silent, but that’s okay. I’d rather silence than have them cut at me with their words. Making me feel like nothing.

When the doors open, I get a whiff of the combined pack scents. I shiver when I realize that to my omega, it smells like home. Though there’s a bitter, frantic tinge to Luca’s spiced pear.

He really was worried when he came home and found me gone.

I look at him out of the corner of my eye. So why the hell is he acting angry instead of worried? Is this how he processes his emotions? Be angry instead of vulnerable and admit to his fear?

If that’s the case, he can fuck right off.

“Sadie,” he growls as I enter the house. “We’re not done talking, so don’t run away.”

I snort a humorless laugh. “Oh, ha. Funny.”

His gray eyes narrow as Ethan and Maddox move to stand side by side with him, shoulder to shoulder, a firing squad intent on intimidating their omega into submission. “What’s funny, omega?”

I motion at them with a hand on a limp wrist. “You accusing me of running away from the conversations we need to have. I was here all fucking day, remember? You all are the ones that left.” I spin on my heel, giving them my back because I refuse to be intimidated by them. Try to glare me into submission, will you? “I don’t even understand why you’re mad at me. I did nothing wrong,” I say to Luca, heading toward the kitchen to get a glass of water. All the dancing and shouting has made me thirsty.

In a blink, he has me pinned to the wall, his hand at my throat, his hips pressing into mine. He leans in close until our noses are almost touching and I feel so small and fucking breakable in the face of his ire. “You smell like another alpha. You let some fuck touch what belongs to me and you don’t see why I’m angry, Sadie? Really?”

I should learn to keep my mouth shut, but that has never been my strong suit. Ever. “If I belong to you, Luca. Maybe you should fucking act like it.”

His eyes darken, and a snarl pulls back his lips. For a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me. I think he’s going to give us both what we want… Or at least what I want. I need my bonded alpha. I need him like I need air to breathe, and he doesn’t seem to understand it.

“Luca,” Maddox says, his voice bordering on a bark. “Let her go.”

“No, Luca,” I whisper, pleading. “Don’t let me go.”

Luca’s jaw tightens, his pretty eyes sweeping over my face, his breath puffing over my lips. Please, I think, please prove to me that this isn’t some random fluke, that you want this, want me.

“ Now, ” Maddox demands. Luca’s fingers uncurl from my throat one by one until I’m only pressed to the wall by his hips. He brushes soft kisses over both of my cheeks, making my eyes flutter closed, tears pressing against them that I refuse to let fall, while I swallow a whine.

He’s letting me go. It’s happening. Biting me was a mistake, and he doesn’t actually want me. But it’s pretty clear he doesn’t want anyone else to have me either.

He steps back from me, but I stay where I am for a moment, breathing deep, lids down, getting my emotions under control. I don’t want to watch him walk away from me.

When my eyes open, I find myself alone with Maddox. Luca and Ethan’s scents fading into nothing. No doubt they went upstairs, as far from me as they can get.

Under the prime alpha’s watchful gaze, I finish what I started, making my way into the kitchen, fetching a glass and filling it from the tap. His regard scrapes over my skin, too heavy, too intense, too full of fucking loathing. I stay where I am, faced away from him, hips pressed into the lip of the sink, and drink the entire glass of water, before I carefully put it into the dishwasher.

When I turn around, he’s a lot fucking closer, having moved on silent feet. He has his big arms crossed over his chest, making his muscles bulge and ripple. I’m sure this is an intimidation pose for him. I can see the threat in his eyes. Me big man. Me have muscles. Me kick your fucking tiny ass.

But I refuse to be intimidated by him. Refuse to revert to the girl in the car, cowering against the door and fighting hurt feelings. They don’t want me? Fine. I can handle that. I can fucking deal with that. It doesn’t have to be a big deal.

But it is a big fucking deal, Sade.

Only if I let it be.

We stare at each other for the longest time, silent, until he sighs and drops his arms, releasing his intimidation pose and running a weary hand down his face. “If you’re going to stay here, we need to set down some ground rules, Sadie.”

My eyes narrow and my head tilts. If I’m going to stay here? He makes it sound like I wanted to come here. Like I made Luca bite me and then forced him into bringing me to the pack house.

That couldn’t be farther from the truth. All I wanted was to go home. Luca and Ethan made me come here, promising me the chance to get to know their pack, to make this work, and then they immediately abandoned me.

Assholes.

“You can’t just take off like that. You can’t go out by yourself without protection.” Maddox doesn’t move closer to me. He stays right where he is, his dark green eyes burning into me, like he’s willing me to understand.

And maybe if I was still Sadie the Beta, I would understand. I could look at this whole situation logically. But I’m Sadie the omega, who is hurting from a rejection from her scent matched pack, and I don’t really fucking care about the reasons for him treating me the way he is. The way they are.

The only thing my omega knows is that they should worship me, love me. They should want to spend every moment of every day with me, and they clearly don’t.

He looks at me expectantly, clearly waiting for me to agree to his demand. To his one rule, apparently. I am to be confined to the penthouse at all times.

Well, I’ve got fucking news for him. I refuse to be kept in a fucking cage. Too much of my life has been spent behind closed doors being inactive, watching life pass me by. I won’t do that again.

Never.

“Sadie?”

I don’t answer him. Instead, I circle the island and head toward my room, fully intending to leave him hanging for the rest of the fucking night. I’m not in the mood to talk to him. I won’t be able to have a rational conversation, not while I’m hurting as bad as I am.

The childish cold shoulder I’m giving him right now is proof of that.

“Trouble.” His hand curls around my upper arm, yanking me to a standstill. “I need you to agree to this.”

If he hadn’t just rubbed his sexual relationship with the coat check girl in my face, and told her I was nothing but trouble—the name he just called me—if I hadn’t just spent almost an entire day alone, I might believe that this request comes from a place of caring.

But Sorrel always says when people show you who they are, believe them. And what Maddox Falcone has shown me is an overbearing asshole who doesn’t want an omega and doesn’t care to get to know me now that he has one.

It’s not up to me to change his mind about any of this. I sure as fuck will not make it easy on him by suddenly becoming pliant and docile when I haven’t been like that for fucking years. I spent too long like that in my formative years to go back to it.

So instead of agreeing with the prime alpha of the pack that should want me but clearly doesn’t, I yank away from him. He must not be expecting the move because his fingers slip from me and I stumble forward, catching myself before I faceplant on the wall, and then continuing on to the room he assigned me.

Frustration burbles in my stomach, making my chest tight as he follows. “Answer me, omega,” he growls out. I wince at the term. The possessive edge to it I know is only because he’s an alpha and I’m an omega. It has nothing to do with me as a person.

I cross the threshold and try to close the door, but Maddox is right there, pushing through the door, crowding into the small room, until I’m backed against the wall and he’s towering over me, hands braced on either side of my head as he curls over my shorter body.

“Fucking agree to my rules, Sadie,” he demands again. “No leaving the penthouse without one of us. No going to The Market without one of us. No running errands without one of us.”

I clench my jaw and stare at the buttons of his shirt, biting back the angry words I want to say. If my lips part, I will unload all of my hurt and pain onto this man who doesn’t give a shit about me, so I stay fucking quiet.

“I really don’t like being ignored, trouble.” I flinch at the word, at the reminder of what he thinks of me, how he views me. There’s a flicker of guilt in his eyes, but it disappears in a heartbeat, smothered by smug pride. Pride that he can hurt me so easily.

My anger reaches its breaking point and any hope I had of putting off this conversation until tomorrow vanishes.

“Yeah?” I shout, fists clenching at my sides. “Well, neither the fuck do I!”

“What does that even mean?” He roars back.

Arching a brow, I point at the door and say quieter, “leave me alone, Maddox. I’m serious. I don’t want to deal with you right now.”

“The feeling’s fucking mutual, trouble .” I swear he emphasizes the word just to watch me flinch again. He smirks as he spins on his heel and exits the room, slamming the door behind him. The sound is too loud, making me jump, but I swear the audible click of the lock turning from the outside is even fucking louder.

“Motherfucker,” I whisper, lunging toward the door, trying the handle, even knowing what I’ll find. Locked . He fucking locked me in this cell of a room. My fist slams into the wood. “Motherfucker!” I shout louder. “Mother fucking fuck fucker! Let me the fuck out.”

He chuckles on the other side of the door. “I’ll deal with you in the morning, trouble.”

Then he walks away.

I stand there staring at the door, speechless. Numb.

My omega wails. Pounds. Tries to get out. To get me to react at fucking all.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

Scent matches are supposed to need to be together. To want to offer each other comfort. To do anything for each other. I’m not supposed to fight with them, right? I’m not supposed to shout. The omega in a pack acts as an anchor, a ballast. They’re meant to balance out all the strong alpha energy and smooth the pack bonds, and in return the alphas provide for their omega, give them a safe, stable, comfortable space. It’s supposed to be an imperative need to take care of the omega, give them what they need.

Nothing about this is right. Not in the slightest.

I’m a terrible omega.

I’m too fucking volatile, too angry.

And they’re supposed to want to comfort me. It should be nearly impossible for them to listen to me scream in this room and not feel the need to soothe me. Maddox shouldn’t want to see me flinch. He shouldn’t want to hurt me and he sure as hell shouldn’t want to lock me alone in a bare ass room.

I’m not sure how long I stand there, staring at the closed door only inches from my face. But it’s long enough that my muscles lock up and begin to ache. I wince when I shift, pain spiking in my legs.

I must have dropped the block on my bond with Luca for a moment, because he sends a wave of concern.

I send him back two giant middle fingers (or the emotional equivalent of them) and slam the bond closed again, before I move back to the bed. I don’t have any clothes to sleep in. I haven’t brushed my teeth and I still have makeup on my face. I feel sticky with dried sweat from dancing. And my bladder is nudging me like “you’re going to need to pee here pretty soon.” Not right now, but soon.

The door remains locked and I know it won’t be unlocked anytime soon. Probably not before morning when Maddox feels he can ‘deal’ with me. Asshole.

All of them. Assholes.

Maybe not Swift because he’s not here, he doesn’t know what happened and Logan… I have no fucking clue where the pack’s doctor is. But the rest of them can go fuck themselves.

With nothing else to do, I strip down until I’m naked. What does it matter? It’s not like any of them are going to come bursting through the door. And I prefer to sleep naked. So I’m going to take the opportunity.

Ignoring the way my skin feels sticky with sweat and my eyes feel gritty with mascara, I slip under the blankets, curl onto my side and cry myself to sleep.