Omega Bound (Never Ending Darkness) novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73

1 make my way back to the rools, unbutton my shirt and flop my on the couch. The more I drink, the more I find myself during at ou adjoining door. Little well could be right on the other side of that door. I wonder if the douche bag is over there. I should probably get a handle on this frustration. If he is het mate, it is undeserved on his part. I am also this alpha and don’t give a shit Maybe Cyrus is right. Maybe I am getting more dickhead ish this weak. I should probably and her a text and see how she is doing Maybe she will tell me more about her argument. Maybe she will talk to me about working in the kitchen. At this point, I just want contact with her.

Me: I got a form put in front of me today for you to have a position in the kitchens. Are you wanting a job little wolf?

Little Wolf: Yes. I talked with June, and she decided to try me out tonight since I have no work experience. Turns out I can make

cinnamon rolls!

That last message pats a big smile on my face. I can just picture her how. Happy, proud. Her teal eyes lit up bright, their only rival

the moon.

Me: Well I have no doubt you can do anything you put your mind to. If you are really wanting a job, you can have one. It is not necessary at this moment or at all for you to stay here. If you start having a panic attack, I want notified right away. If it is too much you pull back. Do you understand little wolf. Don’t push it.

Little Wolf: Yes, I understand.

Me: Good girl.

Little Wolf: If I reconnect to my wolf, can I choose not to shift?

The last message has me confused. Why would any shifter want to hide their other half. The desire to run would get out of control. You could go feral. I better do some education

She doesn’t send me any more messages and I don’t want to show her how desperate I am for her attention. More drinking, more sulking. Mom used to have family dinner every Sunday, without fail. She made the best meatloaf. Ketchup glazed. Anyone that likes their meatloaf plain is untrustworthy. I will stand on that. Dad and I would go over pack issues. Constantly preparing me for my time. I would hang with my annoying little sister and threatened the lives of any boys she dared talk about or that Mom would tell me about. She would call me names and throw things at me. What I wouldn’t do to hear her voice call me alpha–wannabe or fake dad. My favorite was “stupid big old man–baby.” Usually, you would trip over roller skates or her and her friends bikes out front. Her room decorated with all things pink and girlie. Dad and I would go for a hunt, and I would come back to help mom clean up and pack up my to go boxes. Of course, I would need to pack Cyrus one too. Now, their house sets empty of them. Everything still in it the way they left it. Maybe I will go by. It has been six years since I went in there. I think I last went in to pick out my parents‘ clothes to put on them before burning them. Before that it was comforting mom while she picked out my sister’s clothes. She stopped doing family meals after that. Stopped doing really anything I should have known.

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Damn it. I am going to need more alcohol. I am about out and I am still feeling this pain. I rub my eyes, run my fingers through my

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hair and pace around my roots. Yeah, I am drinking more.