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Wonwoo POV

"Gyu...am scared i've never had a fancy dinner or anything remotely formal." Mingyu smiled and kissed me, I roll my eyes and smile at him. "I love you." Mingyu smiles and kisses my forhead before whispering he loves me back, he pulls me into his arms and sways me slightly. "you're going to love them, they've been waiting to meet you."

I remember sitting there with my heart on golden platter, trying to impress them but it was clear as day, my heart wasn't of any value, the plate was, what my foundation was, they ignored me and cared more for something else...money and successs avoiding who I was, they only cared about wealth, fame, power and inheritance. I knew Mingyu was so oblivious...his own mother treated him like he wasn't her child around me, Mingyu never understood but it seems like out of the two of us I was the mature one, I was aware of everything. Mingyu always asked me for help on studie, he was so unaware of who these people are and what they were doing.

We were attached at the hip, oh I could never forget Mingyu sneaking me into his house so we could make out and watch movies, or me hiding him in my wardrobe when my aunt came home. It was...exciting, the adrenaline rush was amazing, it kept life going, he made every moment with him worth it, I remember trying to sleep but I couldn't because reality was too good, he was my something to wake up for, the perfect alpha for me and I know I would never get anyone like him in my life, no one understood me the way Mingyu did. The alpha could read though my poker face he knew when I was in pain, upset, or anxious but after we broke up wouldn't stop trying to get answers out of me, as to why we suddenly ended so I thought of the only option left which was to crush his ego so he'd find someone else, so the mere thought of me would make bile rise in his throat, for him to hate me and never want me ever again, no matter how much it hurt to watch.

He clearly never did, it didn't work, so many omegas were on him all over him running their wrists on him subtly, scent claiming and he did use some for his rut, alpha ruts without omegas are dangerous especially if they get stronger, but every time someone would talk about Mingyu and their shared time in bed, my heart squeezed tight it felt like the world would crash down on me so I had to distract myself with something or someone, that's when Kangdae showed up his eyes kind and smile warm, his contagious laghter which was bound to have any omega become fond of him, things were still rocky with my emotions but it was a good distraction. I knew I was unsucessful later when Mingyu would try annoy me just for me to talk to him...for an omega it was the hardest thing I ever had to do, to cover my feelings for a willing alpha ready to end the world for me.

The problem started with those sly parents of his, I wasn't a wolf, I wasn't rich and I was a poor male, so in their eyes I was a gold digger, nothing of use.  A sly fix that seduced their golden child. 4,860,867 won was given to me... and the day before my aunt kicked meout of her house, Iwas homeless and poor, I was staying at an orphanage because social services found me on the streets at night, I was lost I needed to survive so selfishly I took it. I never understood why they dislked me so much...I can still have kids the same as any female omega can.

"There's too many differences between us Kim." I remember every moment of that day. Mingyu on his knees behind me begging me to stay, clinging to my legs to stop me leaving and then I was stood there, tears hidden and throat tight, he said if running away with me was the solution, he would leave his parents behind...that gave me hope but...

No one wants to rip a child away from its mother unless, they are truly cold hearted, I know I wouldn't be able to handle it if my child was taken from me so I left and did what was best. I was just a puppet for them to fuck about with, pull my strings for enjoyment, they were the rat in ratatouille and I was the chef I willingly let them control me. To let them play their part if I played mine.

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