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"You knew all along I was Porsche's brother."
The hotel grounds were too bright, too perfect for a moment like this. The sunlight felt like a cruel joke, highlighting the wreckage of what they had been.
Kim's face was unreadable, his voice cold. But inside, every word tore at him. He had to stay strong, even if it destroyed them both. His role demanded it. His instinct as an Alpha demanded it.
"Or else why would I tutor you?"
Porchay's breath caught. His scent-usually sweet and comforting-shifted, now tinged with pain and disbelief. Very Sour and Unhappy. His wide eyes brimmed with tears as he stared at Kim. The bond he thought they shared cracked under the weight of the truth.
"How can you say that..." Porchay's voice wavered, barely audible, his small frame trembling. He struggled to hold himself together, but the hurt was too much.
Kim's chest ached at the sight, at the faint trace of Porchay's pheromones swirling in the air. But he stayed rooted in place. He couldn't let his instincts win, couldn't reach out and pull Porchay into his arms like he wanted.
Porchay stepped closer, desperate, his hand grabbing Kim's wrist as though that touch could tether him. His voice was trembling but clear, a last plea for something real. "Let me just ask you this... Have you ever loved me?"
The question hit like a blow. Porchay's scent was laced with desperation now, raw and exposed. He wasn't just asking for answers-he was begging for reassurance that he wasn't unlovable, that the connection he'd felt wasn't just another lie.
Kim swallowed hard. His Alpha instincts screamed at him to soothe, to protect, but he knew what he had to do. There was no room for weakness, no matter how much it hurt.
"I am sorry."
His voice was quiet but firm, leaving no room for hope. Before he could let himself falter, he turned and walked away. Each step away from Porchay was heavier than the last, but he didn't look back.
Porchay stood frozen for a moment before his legs gave out. He sank to the ground, his knees pulled tight to his chest. The bond he thought they had felt like a cruel joke now, broken and frayed. His sobs came hard and fast, his scent spiraling out uncontrollably, raw with anguish.
All he wanted was to be loved, for someone to stay. But once again, he was left alone, his heart in pieces.
He cried-so hard and so openly that even the passing guards and strangers in the hotel compound paused to glance at him, their expressions filled with unease and worry.
His sobs carried a rawness that felt almost unnatural, the sound of a broken Omega whose heart had been shattered beyond repair.
For twenty something long minutes, Porchay sat there, tears pouring uncontrollably, his body trembling as his mind repeated the same devastating truth, His Alpha had rejected him.
Finally, when the weight of the stares around him became unbearable, he forced himself to stand. His legs wobbled beneath him, his movements sluggish as though his very essence had been drained.
His vision was hazy, his surroundings blurred, but he knew one thing-he had to get to his room. Somewhere private. Somewhere no one could see the state of his dignity being torn away.
With each step, his Omega howled inside him, a primal ache reverberating through his being.
The rejection felt like poison coursing through his veins, spreading to every inch of his body. He wasn't good enough.
That was the only conclusion he could draw. Not for Kim. Not for anyone.
Not good enough. Not good enough. Never good enough. Never ever.
He was never lucky. Until Kim came. But in reality he was still unwanted omega. Usless omega. It was all he could think and interpret.
The words echoed in his mind like a cruel mantra. His breaths grew heavier with each thought, each stab of inadequacy clawing deeper into his chest.
He didn't even know when he'd entered the compound. He moved in a daze, unseeing and uncaring of those around him. No one stopped him.
No one said a word. Not a single glance of acknowledgment came his way. It was as if he were invisible, a ghost among the living. Even to his brother, Porsche.
His Omega whimpered for comfort, for the familiar scent of family, of home, of safety. But Porsche was gone-off in another province with his Alpha. Porchay was alone. Entirely, devastatingly alone in this unfamiliar hotel.
His brother calls home. It was not his home. It would never be. There was no one who would talk to him. No one even smile at him. It was like he was there as a show peice. Just needed to be thier. Looking polish and neat. Like a proper omega. But he was a human too. With feelings.
The emptiness engulfed him as he made his way to the elevator. Everything around him swirled, the edges of reality bending under the weight of his despair.
His chest felt tight, his legs trembling as he leaned against the elevator wall. Each passing second was heavier than the last, his heart racing as the small space threatened to suffocate him.
When the elevator finally stopped on his floor, Porchay stumbled out, his body convulsing with shivers. He barely made it to his room, his fingers fumbling to unlock the door.
Once inside, he collapsed onto the bed, dragging a thin blanket over himself as though it could shield him from the storm raging within.
It wasn't enough. Nothing felt enough.
His body ached as though he were physically wounded, every nerve screaming in anguish.
The rejection had carved its mark on him, leaving him overwhelmed and drowning in pain. He curled in on himself, desperate for warmth, for comfort, for anyone who could hold him together.
But no one was there.
His Omega whimpered softly now, a sound so pitiful and lost that it only deepened the ache in his chest. He wrapped the blanket tighter, his breaths uneven and shallow, trying to fight off the suffocating weight of his emotions.
It was so cold. Excruciatingly numbing. He didn't notice but his nails started to turn bluish purple. And his lips pale. Everything felt heavy. His eyes were heavy. Body was heavy. Mind was heavy. Heart was heavy.
And yet, despite it all, Porchay knew there would be no solace. Not tonight. Not while his Alpha's absence burned through him like fire, leaving nothing but ash in its wake.
Then, Everything surrounding him faded into darkness.
