Run Away With Me

Chapter 16: The problem with Invalids.

I raise my head and frown, looking at him with a question. He looks my body over and picks me up, carrying me into the bathroom and setting me on the edge of the counter.

"What?" I whisper, allowing him to work on my body. He doesn't give an answer to my question and I decide I heard wrong.

He couldn't have killed his mate.

Werewolves are obsessed with the notion that they have another half that makes them complete, they pray on it to their 'Moon Goddess'. I don't have one because I'm an Omega; this fact also reinforces the wrapped idea that Omegas are whores that are hell bent on breaking mate bonds.

We're the devil to their God.

And it is near impossible for them to hurt their other half, be it emotionally or physically, on purpose anyway.

I must've heard wrong.

But...

Wouldn't that explain his scent? Losts are born when they lose contact with their wolf-side or lose their mate.

Is Nao, like, half lost? I mean he didn't exactly lose his mate, he killed her and he acts like a Lost from time to time.

It's... logical.

I look up to Nao who is searching my face, eyes haunted in the worst way possible, wrenching my heart strings. I pity the fact that people are burdened with problems far out of their control.

"You're half Lost."

He looks down, shakes his head and then turns to me. "You're an Omega."

The confession of our own personal problems seem tiny when said in front of the other and I wonder why I never took the courage to admit that I'm an Omega before it was found out.

Oh, right, because of the reactions.

I search his eyes as he does mine.

Where is it? Where is that hint of disgust that lies beneath the surface, ready to break out like an aspiring new born chick? Where is the hatred? The yelling? The hitting? The harsh words?

I wait with my heart in my throat and he looks at me.

"I won't hurt you, I'm sorry." He takes a step back.

"Huh?"

"You're nervous, no, I'll leave okay? I'm sorry, I really am, I didn't mean to hurt you," his face scrunches up as he looks around the bathroom. "I promise it won't happen again, no, I can't promise that, but..." he groans.

"You... aren't disgusted?" I don't want to hear the answer, but I can't comprehend his reaction.

"With myself?" He doesn't appear to understand my reaction either.

I jump off the sink and take a step forward but stop. "I'm an Omega," the confession comes out easy now, the shameless part of me rising, "I'm a slut, a sex-toy, the devil, I break mate bonds, I'm a disgusting piece of shit and I can't control my blasphemous ways."

He shakes his head. "You're Loopie."

My knees give out and I stare at him. A blank look is on my face, the largest boulder having been lifted from my shoulders, cold liquid fall down my cheeks, pooling at my chin and dropping on the tile floor.

Nao takes a cautious step forward, but hesitates. "Please don't cry." He thinks I'm crying because of him. I grab a random bottle and throw it at him, he dodges with zero effort.

"I'm not crying because of you, you idiot!" I throw another one at him, but this one is too heavy and it falls to the ground. I cover my face with my hands as tears of relief flow down my face.