My omega boyxboy

The Wounds That Don't Heal

My stupid mate—say what now?

He has no right to tell me what to do. He doesn't know what I've been through, and yet he's taking her side? I felt the rage bubbling up inside me, burning my throat like acid. I just want to—

"Hun, calm down. Your eyes are flashing," David whispered in my ear, his voice gentle but firm, as if that could soothe the storm inside me.

Calm down? My blood boiled hotter. "Shut up!" I spat, venom lacing every word. "You know nothing of what she's done to me, and you want me to forgive her?"

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get away, away from him, away from her, away from everything. My feet moved on their own, and before I knew it, I was storming off, tears blurring my vision. I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't care. I just needed to be far, far away from that two-timing mate of mine. How could he do that to me?

She ruined me. She destroyed my life, turning it into a living hell, and he wants me to just forgive her? The thought twisted in my gut like a knife. And that look on her face when he said it—so smug, so sure of herself. She must think she's won, but she's dead wrong. I'm not that scared little boy anymore. I'll make him understand. I'll tell him the truth—that she's a monster, that I could never forgive her, not after everything she did.

I walked aimlessly, my legs carrying me further away from the chaos. My thoughts raced, swirling with anger and hurt, but eventually, I found myself in front of a greenhouse. It was beautiful, almost enchanting, with vibrant plants spilling from every corner. The air here felt different—calmer, softer, as if magic floated in the atmosphere.

"What brings you here, my child?" a voice interrupted my thoughts.

I blinked and turned toward the voice. An old man stood nearby, his long gray hair cascading down his back. He was short, with twinkling eyes full of warmth, but what caught my attention most were his pointed ears.

"I just wanted to get away from my mate, that's all," I mumbled, hoping to brush off the topic. "This is a beautiful greenhouse."

He smiled, clearly pleased by the compliment. "Yes, it is. I take great pride in my plants," he said, his voice full of contentment. "You seem like a nice young man. Come, have a seat. I haven't spoken to anyone other than my wife and kids in a while."

As he pushed his hair behind his ear, revealing his pointed features more clearly, I blurted out before I could stop myself, "What are you?"

The question slipped from my lips, and I immediately regretted it. But he only chuckled softly. "Well, I'm what you would call a gnome—a nature fae. This here is my garden and home." His eyes sparkled with joy as he spoke about his plants. "And you are?"

I hesitated. "I'm... not important."

Before I could finish, the deep, familiar voice of my mate interrupted. "I wouldn't say that my mate is unimportant."

Damn. How did he find me so quickly?

I folded my arms and turned away from David, unwilling to look at him. The gnome's eyes widened slightly. "Oh, my prince, I didn't know he was your mate. I apologize for any disrespect."

"You did nothing wrong," I said quickly, shaking my head. "You don't need to apologize. I'm the one who should be sorry for bringing my problems into your home." Without another word, I walked past David, out of the greenhouse. I didn't look back, but I could feel his presence behind me, following me like a shadow.

"Please, talk to me," David's voice called softly from behind me. His tone wasn't demanding or harsh—it was full of concern, but that only made me angrier. He was trying, but he didn't get it. He couldn't get it.

"Fine," I said, my voice cold as ice. "I'll tell you why I can never forgive her."

David fell into step beside me, staying silent, waiting for me to speak.

I took a deep breath, my chest tightening as I prepared to reopen wounds I had tried so hard to bury. "You think you know her, but you don't. You don't know what she did to me. You don't know what she made me do."

David's brow furrowed in confusion, but he didn't interrupt.

"I was four years old," I began, my voice barely a whisper, "when she made me kill my father."

David's eyes widened, but he stayed silent, letting me continue.

"My father... he was the only person who ever cared about me, the only one who ever showed me any love. And she took him from me. She twisted me, manipulated me, and made me believe it was the only way to please her. I was just a child. I didn't know any better. But she knew. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she didn't care."

My hands trembled as the memories flooded back—the blood, the screams, the weight of the knife in my tiny hands. "I can still see it," I said, my voice breaking. "I can still feel the blood on my hands. It never goes away."

David reached for me, but I pulled away, not ready to accept his comfort.

"She made me a monster," I continued, my voice shaking. "She used me as a pawn in her twisted games, and when I was no longer useful, she abandoned me. Left me to deal with the consequences, branded as an Omega, marked as damaged. I've lived my whole life in the shadow of her sins, and now she shows up, expecting me to just forgive her?"

I stopped walking and turned to face David, my eyes blazing with anger and pain. "How can you stand there and tell me to forgive her? How can you even think that's possible after everything she's done?"

David's face was full of sorrow, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't know... I didn't realize."

"Of course you didn't," I snapped, my heart pounding in my chest. "Because you didn't ask. You just assumed that I should give her a chance, that I should let her back into my life without knowing the hell she put me through."

David's shoulders slumped, and for the first time since I'd met him, he looked small. "I'm sorry," he repeated, his voice hoarse. "I was wrong. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just thought... I don't know what I thought."

I looked away, trying to calm the storm inside me. His apology sounded sincere, but the wound was still too raw, too deep. I wasn't ready to let it go, not yet.

"She's dangerous, David," I said quietly. "She's not here to make amends. She's here because she wants something, and I'm not going to give it to her. No matter what she says, no matter how she tries to manipulate me, I won't let her back in. Not ever."

David nodded, his expression serious. "I believe you," he said softly. "I won't push you to forgive her. But... I'm here for you. Whatever you need."

For a moment, I didn't say anything. The anger inside me hadn't disappeared, but hearing him say that, hearing him admit he was wrong—it was a start. Maybe we weren't as broken as I thought.

"Thank you," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.

He took a step closer, hesitating as if waiting for permission to touch me. When I didn't pull away, he gently wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight. For the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself lean into his warmth, the steady beat of his heart slowly calming the storm inside me.

"Let's go home," David whispered, and this time, I didn't resist.