The Three Kings

Chapter 9

"You touch me and suddenly I feel a little less war torn. I'm not sure what peace is supposed to feel like but I think it may feel a lot like you"

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Hanna
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"You're wrong."

I shoved myself away from him and climbed out of his lap. I wiped the dirt, leaves, and twigs off my dress then turned away from him. Tears burned the back of my eyes, threatening to spill down my cheeks; I couldn't let him see me like this. I couldn't let him see how much his words had hurt me. I ran from him.

I could hear his voice yelling my name. He sounded so...exhausted. Like the conversation we just had had taken a lot out of him.

Well, he wasn't the only one.

I just didn't understand why he would tell me something like that. It's cruel, undeniably cruel and borderline evil. He's wrong. And he's an asshole for telling me something like that. He had no right to do something so vicious to me. What had I ever done to him? I was just the fucked up, Omega, adopted Alpha-daughter, that made them food. And it was good food! I didn't try and poison it, I made something that everyone would like...I just don't understand why he would tell me something like that.

"HANNA!"

My name was a ferocious growl that echoed throughout the forest. I stopped running, his angry tone surprising so much that I just halted. I had never heard him sound like that before. It scared me. I didn't mean to make him mad, I didn't want him to be angry at me. I don't like it when people are angry at me. Especially--for some reason--him.

I wanted to turn back around and go and find him or have him find me. My submissive nature yanked on me to go and apologize and make it up to him. I wanted--no needed him to know that I was sorry and that I wouldn't do it again. Whatever that was.

But, I ignored my damn Omega tendencies and started to run again.

My name was called again and again.

Tears sprung to my eyes and leaked down my cheeks.

I hated myself at that moment.

If I wasn't so hellbent on self-sabotage, I would have gone back to him. I would have let myself fallen into his arms and agree with him. I would have let him continue thinking that I was his mate. I would have let myself believe that I was his mate--their mate.

But that wasn't me. I couldn't--wouldn't--take them away from someone else. I wouldn't let that selfish part of me have control. And even though, I had a stupid school-girl crush on them and was overly jealous of anyone that got to be around them, they weren't mine. They were not my mates and I just had to get over that.

It broke my heart.

I could feel it. Deep in my chest, behind the ribs, the lungs, the tissue, my heart collapsed into a million little pieces. They weren't mine, and that seemed to destroy me.

When I broke through the clearing and stepped into the back yard, I seized my running and took a couple of steps before my legs gave out. I fell to my knees, my hands instinctively coming up and clutching the area right where my heart lay, my hands gripping the fabric of the dress.

I howled. All my emotions coming out in the tears that streamed down my face, my voice coming out in broken screams and sobs. It was all too much. This entire night had been all too much. I was done.

I was fucking done.

I was tired, sad, alone, and terrified. My crash had hit me in full force.