Jaxon
I returned to the pack with far less resistance than I had expected. The guards at the border barely spared me a glance as I crossed back into West End territory. When I made my way back to the Omega quarters, the indifference continued. No one asked where I had gone. No one even noticed that I had been missing. The same miserable routine carried on as though I had simply been present the entire time, suffering alongside them.
I lay on the thin, worn mat assigned to me, staring up at the cracked ceiling, and despite my exhaustion, sleep refused to come. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Not the weak, trembling Omega I had discarded or the broken girl I had rejected before the entire pack.
