Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame-Chapter 54: The Shit He Pulled.

’He almost forgot that I was his mate.’ She muttered to Maria, the pieces of her heart that had begun fixing themselves shattered again. ’A trauma that bad isn’t something I can ignore.’

She sat by the tub, the warmth of the water, seeping through the wall of the tub, keeping her from going cold.

She thought and thought till she dozed off, the warmth from the walls of the tub, guiding her.

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Troy sat at the edge of his bed in his dark room, his head in his palms, the last messages from his brothers wrecking his brain cells for instant replies and solutions.

As soon as he stormed out of her bathroom, he busted into his room , heading to one spot on the wall and plunged his fist into it, groaning as the wave of pain he searched for wasn’t forth coming.

He carried on hitting it his fist against the wall continuously, groaning as he chased that familiar feeling of pain that was sure to shake his core, the way you’d chase an orgasm with your vibrator.

When he felt it the tiniest bit of it, he plunged his fist harder into the same spot on the wall that was at the verge of giving way, faster than ever.

And when he finally felt the nerve wracking wave of pain shoot through him, he let out a deep animalistic growl, punching the wall one last time before walking away from it, exhausted to his marrow, his arm pulsing with hurt.

Walking backwards, his legs hit the edge of his bed, causing him to sit on it, completely wasted.

His plan was to punch away all and every bit of hurt he was feeling, but with his image still standing strong and boldly in his mind, he realized he had failed.

He used his non-pulsing hand to text his brothers on the group, telling them that he’d fucked up, horribly and that Theo should come pick her.

"What the hell did you do?" Theo texted.

"What happened?" Tristan asked.

But he couldn’t get himself to tell them the shit he’d pulled.

How could he tell them that she touched a scar and he flipped on her immediately?

How could he tell them that he hadn’t been able to move on from his gruesome past, even after seven years?

Unable to come up with any reasonable replies, he just sat put, his head in his palms, ignoring the pain that pulsed through his right hand.

After some time, he picked up his phone, shooting Thoe a text to just come pick her and turned it off.

He crawled into his bed to lay down but was surrounded by Bethany’s lingering scent on his sheets.

It calmed him but then he didn’t feel like he deserved it, so he tore them off the mattress, placing them at the foot of his bed before laying back down, his eyes on his ceiling as his mind wandered.

He wasn’t thinking of anything in particular but what he surely did was curse himself, even though he hadn’t meant to flip on her like that.

He thought back to the way she whimpered at his feet, while he spat out all of the venom he could muster.

He was sure he looked horrible, probably absolutely terrifying.

All she did was fucking touch him, that was all! She didn’t scratch or bite him.

Even when he was sure he had pissed her off earlier, she gave him nothing but love and understanding, and yet, he managed to pull off the something so shitty.

Sighing, he decided to shut his eyes even though it did nothing to calm his racing mind. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Just when he thought he was calming down, someone slammed into his room like a hurricane, carrying a huge cloud of anger over him.

Theo was pissed as hell, so pissed he ran all the way through the woods with a bag of clothes and cash tied around his waist, to one of his safe houses, not too far from the city to pick a vehicle.

"What the hell happened, man?" Theo barked, not even bothering to shut the door behind him.

"Theo, please -" He said sitting up on the bed.

"No! You don’t get to please me, Troy. What’s with you and annoying her? You pissed her off the day we met her for the first time, after that I thought, okay maybe you had decided to be civil, while gathering your thoughts in private, only for you to pull this kind of shit! What is it, man?" Theo thundered.

"Just take her, Theo!" Troy snapped right back, the pain in his voice unmistakable . "And it wasn’t on purpose, it was a honest mistake, but I’ve ruined today way too much to carry on. Please, please just take her with you. I’m too nuclear for her right now." He pleaded, looking at his hands on his thigh.

Theo was pissed as hell, but the injuries on his brothers knuckles told him all he needed to know.

Sighing, he walked to his brothers closet, pulling out the first aid kit, taking it to where Troy sat.

"Clean that shit up." He said, dropping the box on his thighs. "And take some sleeping pills, you look like shit."

With that he walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him, his nose sniffing the air in search of their mate.

Finding the door, he walked into her room, running his eyes around every corner of the room in search of her, already panicking when he couldn’t find her in the room.

He walked into her closet, checking all the corners frantically, her scent fading with each passing second.

"No, no, Baby. Please don’t disappear." He pleaded softly to himself, shutting the closet door as he stepped out, already heading for the bathroom.

He heard water sounds on the tiles, taking a sigh of relief knowing she was just taking a bath, going to take a seat on her bed.

But his wolf was still unsteady.

’Check what his up to.’ His wolf, Callan, said.

But Theo ignored him, thinking he was just being perverted, but Callan persisted.

"Fine." He groaned out loud, heading to the bathroom.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked softly in the door. "Princess, it’s me, Theo. Can I come in?" He asked, but got no response.

"Beth?" He called again, urgency in his tone, but still got no response. "Fuck it." He said walking into the bathroom, freezing in his steps.

"Bethany."

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