Loyalty to the Pack: Seed Brothers x Reader

Chapter 13: Hell's Scorn

 Blind rage began to bubble up as you cradled yourself to the cold, cracked, asphalt of the Hope County prison. Dirt scrapped against the palms of your hands as you clawed your way to the ground. The tears that you couldn't hold back slowly trickled down your reddened face. You had no idea who you were mad at. The Deputy, God, or yourself. A little voice was echoing in the back of your mind, yelling over and over about how it was your fault.

To think John had suffered without you was a stab to the heart. You had never thought in your life that you would be saddened over a mate, let alone John Seed. As a child, it was a mear crush that you could control. A simple blush and a hello were all you needed, but as you got older, things began to change. He began to grow from cute to handsome and maybe even sexy in your mind.

You had grown to care for him and even though you wanted to kill him when you were first announced as mates. He claimed a piece of your heart without you even knowing.

You didn't necessarily blame the Deputy. He did what he thought was right, just like everyone in Eden's Gate. But the truth was that you had no idea who was the hero and who was the villain. Both sides had their advantages and disadvantages.

The Resistance gave freedom to its fighters. You could do what you wanted, bond with who you wanted, but they also had a habit of killing anyone in their way. Eden's Gate gave people a purpose. A safe haven for wolves, but they take and take from Hope County.

This whole ordeal had washed away your rose-colored lenses of how life is fair, how God always looked out for the good and punished the bad. This was wrong. He didn't care. This truth had turned your vision to black and white. If a God would let this happen to the soulmate he chose for you, is he truly a god?

Your (e/c) eyes turned to the cracked ground and saw the pebbles that cut into your hands. As you scrapped them off, small trickles of blood seeped from the cuts. You were too involved in watching the blood puddle drip onto Earth, much like the hallucination in the Bliss, to notice the heavy prison door creak closed. The Deputy cautiously walked down the cement stairs and his steel-toe boots quietly crunched on the ground.

The weight of almost killing a man hung heavy on his shoulders. From what Nick had explained to him, an Omega has this connection with their Alpha. If one person felt pain, emotional or physical, so would the other. (Y/N) would have definitely felt John's emotions as he fell from Affirmation. Anger, defeat, fear. All of these must-have run through his smartass head as he fell to the ground.

The smell coming from all around you was overwhelming. You knew this scent. It was the Deputy. Worry and guilt came off him in waves. You ground your teeth as you felt him get closer and closer.

The Deputy reached out a hand to you, ready to help you off the ground. "Don't fucking touch me." You barely said this above a whisper. Dep just came a little closer as he watched you shake more violently than before. Were you crying or angry? He honestly couldn't tell.

"I'm... I'm sorry," he whispered. He knew there was absolutely nothing he could do but beg for your forgiveness. People could forgive but not forget.

"If you're so fucking sorry than go FUCK YOURSELF! JUST FUCKING DIE!!!!" You lashed out at him with what could only be described as primal rage. Your nails ripped his shorts, causing blood to trickle down his leg. The Deputy could only just stand there and take it as you lash out at him. Clawing at him with tooth and nail. Pushing him into the dirt.

All he could think was that he deserved it. Every scratch or bruise was punishment. He hardly knew you, but he felt a connection. If this was what you needed, then this was what he could do for you.