Daou POV
"That night he died," (about a year after proposing) Offroad said as he finished retelling his story of the abuse he had suffered at the hands of someone who was supposed to love him, to protect him, to cherish him. Daou was so angry not to mention his alpha. Daou was glad the man had already been killed because if he hadn't Daou would already be on his way to wherever that man was ready to do it with his bare hands.
"Good," was all Daou could say, and even that was through clenched teeth.
"The months following his death were hard, I had figured my father was the one behind it, that he had figured it out. And the shitty part was that I wasn't sad he was murdered. I was sad for Ram. I was sad for myself, for the people without protection or jobs. I blamed myself for it all,"
"It wasn't your fault," Daou said in a stern tone of voice. "Fuck that guy, it wasn't your fault,"
"I know that now," Offroad sighed against Daous' chest. "It was exhausting, carrying all that around,"
"Well you can put it down now," Daou said, rubbing his back.
"I think I put it down a long time ago, I just wasn't ready to admit I had," Offroad said.
"Why's that?"
"I think if I admitted I had, part of me thought I was a bad person that I never loved or cared for Luke, for lowbornes, that every time I choose to stay I choose to go back made it okay for him to do what he did because I choose it," Offroad admitted.
"Yeah fuck that, no one and I mean no one has any right to do that to someone, fuck him and I hope he is burning in hell," Daou growled.
"I don't like to remember that part of him, maybe it's a coping mechanism or avoidance, but he was my best friend and my father was right. A part of me will always love him but that part was long gone," Offroad sighed snuggling into Daou's chest.
"I'm done talking about him," Daou said, feeling his blood pressure rise. "Let's talk about you being contracted to Deacon," Daou said as Offroad groaned. "And why he is so obsessed with you,"
"It used to be because he wanted to fuck me and I wouldn't touch him with a 10-foot pole, but now it's that plus the money, power, and control," Offroad explained to Daou. "All the alphas at one point had been obsessed with me, Deacon just won't let it go," Offroad said and Daou could feel the eye roll.
"Why?
"I can't answer that question," Offroad said and Daou heard the smirk.
"Why not?" Daou asked, confused.
"I don't need you going all territorial alpha on me," Offroad giggled. *smack* Daou hand without thinking hit Offroad ass.
"Shit I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, it was a natural response-"
"Breathe," Offroad laughed and Daou continued freaking out. "It's okay, I may be traumatized by certain things, but sex is not one of them, at least I don't think,"
"Then why haven't you slept with any alphas since then?" Daou asked.
"It gets complicated and besides I got really good at fucking myself,"'Offroad shrugged.
"Then why are you paying sex workers?" Daou asked.
"I get random heats because of my fucking botched ass gland surgery. Sometimes they are more intense and I need a bit of help," Offroad told him.
"How does an omega help with a heat?" Daou asked, genuinely curious.
"One omega in heat can send another into heat, so they both become sex-crazed lunatics that just fuck each others brains out," Offroad said sitting up on Daou's lap his ass pushing against Daous' dick.
