My omega boyxboy

Breaking Free

The weight of David's anger pressed down on me, and I felt suffocated by the intensity of the confrontation. His yelling only fueled my frustration, making me feel trapped in a situation where my emotions and self-worth were being disregarded. His authoritative tone, his insistence on having control, and the way he seemed to dominate every situation—none of it was helping me calm down. It only made me feel like I was being forced back into a position where I had no voice or autonomy.

"Leave us... NOW!" I commanded, my voice shaking with fury. I was beyond livid, and I couldn't contain the storm raging inside me. My emotions were raw, and David's behavior was pushing me to the edge.

The guards and servants scurried away at my command, leaving David and me alone. I turned toward him, my eyes blazing with anger. "Who the hell do you think you are talking to?" I spat out. "Do I look like I'm in the mood for you to boss me around? Or should I cower at your feet? The almighty wolf king, that even his mate should bow to him in submission, even when he's hurt? Even when you made a dick move and hurt his feelings, it's always about you and how you feel—never about anyone else. You're so selfish, a very selfish king. I might be your mate, but I can still hate you."

David stood there, his expression a mix of shock and hurt, frozen like a deer caught in headlights. His reaction only fueled my anger further. I wasn't going to let him treat me like a prisoner in this relationship. I wasn't going to bow down or be submissive, especially when I felt like my own needs and feelings were being disregarded.

Without another word, I turned on my heel and stormed out of the room, my heart pounding with rage and betrayal. I didn't want to see him or his face right now. I needed to escape, to find a space where I could be alone and figure out what to do next. The weight of my emotions was too heavy to bear, and I felt an overwhelming need to be childish, to retreat and wallow in my feelings.

I ended up in a spare room, the chaos of my emotions spilling out into the space around me. I started tearing through the room, throwing things around as I packed my belongings. My anger and frustration were palpable, and I couldn't control the tears that streamed down my face. I was so done with this situation, and I felt like I had reached my breaking point.

In the midst of my packing, I recalled the flashback that had triggered this final outburst of rage.

Flashback

I had been trying to calm down, to process everything that had happened, when I walked into the living room and saw something that shattered me once again. There he was—my mate, David—with his lips locked onto someone else's. The sight was like a knife to my heart, and I felt as if the ground beneath me had crumbled. I covered my mouth to stifle the sob that escaped me and fled upstairs as quickly and quietly as I could. I needed to get out, to leave before I did something I would regret.

End of Flashback

The memory of seeing David with someone else left a bitter taste in my mouth as I finished packing. This would be his punishment, or at least the best I could manage under the circumstances. I was furious, hurt, and heartbroken, and I needed to do something to assert my own independence and get away from this pain.

I looked around the room one last time, my chest heaving with sobs as I tried to steady my breathing. The sight of the disheveled room, the scattered belongings—it all felt like a reflection of the mess I was in emotionally. It wasn't a grand gesture, but it was something. I wanted to make it clear that I was serious about leaving, that I wasn't going to stick around and be mistreated.

"Goodbye, mate," I whispered to myself, a sense of finality in my voice. "You'll never find me where I'm going."

With one last glance at the room, I gathered my belongings and made my way to the door. The path ahead was uncertain, but right now, the only thing I was sure of was that I needed to be somewhere—anywhere—away from the hurt and betrayal I had felt.

As I walked out into the night, the cool air hitting my face was a stark contrast to the suffocating emotions that had plagued me. I didn't know where I was going or what I would do next, but for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was taking control of my own life, even if it was in a way that felt chaotic and uncertain.

The world outside was dark and full of unknowns, but it also held the promise of new beginnings and freedom. As I took my first steps into the night, I resolved to find a place where I could heal, where I could rediscover who I was and what I wanted for myself, free from the chains of hurt and disappointment.