Roma was loved by everyone. The kids, the adults, the elderly—they all liked him. They trusted him. They saw him as a leader.
What did they see when they looked at me? A quiet omega who kept to himself. A tutor who worked with children. Someone who blushed too easily and spoke too softly.
I should stop thinking like this. I was the one dating Kastiel. I was the one with him. At least for now. I needed to remember what Kastiel had said, the pack's opinion doesn't matter. Only his opinion matters.
But it was hard. It was so hard when everywhere I looked, I saw Roma's face. When every conversation I overheard praised him. When every night, Kastiel came home later and later, and Roma's name was always on his lips.
I found myself standing in front of a small bridge that crossed a canal. The water was dark, reflecting the lights of the buildings on either side. I leaned against the railing and stared down at my reflection.
