CHAPTER THIRTEEN

                                    

                                          
Mateo
I don't think I've ever been a good son, or a good wolf. I was a thing that lived inside Miles' head. I'm not even physically there, nor am I my own person, Miles is just Miles, and... well... I'm Miles too, a part of Miles actually. I've lived for as long as Miles did, I was there when his- our father abused us, I was there when our body was tarnished, I was there. Yet I was too weak to do anything.
An omega.
I was too weak to protect Miles, worthless, just like our father had said. I could only watched inside Miles head when we were raped into unconsciousness, unable to do anything but watch. I know Miles was hurting, so was I, but what could I do? Nothing nothing nothing. I was disgusted when our bodies wetted for the alphas that forced themselves on us, why do we have to be so pathetic? We were being raped for fucks sakes, why are we like this?
An omega.
Our bodies reacted and enjoyed itself against our will, we had no control, no control over our lives, no control over our bodies, I watched as Miles got lost in his thoughts a bit too often. What could I do? What should I do? I tried comforting him, but we both knew that it was just mere words that wouldn't change the reality. Pointless. So I tried to be more enthusiastic, more optimistic, I tried to be happy, not for me, but for Miles. I made jokes even in the most inappropriate times to let Miles forget about the fear we felt and the hatred for our body. It worked, somehow, somewhat, Miles started to become the humorous boy he used to be before- before all this. It wasn't as if I hadn't thought about killing ourselves, I mean, there was no reason for us to live anymore, our only family despised us, being forced against our will became our routine. Life just didn't seem so important. We were suffering for fucks sake.
But it's not fair.
It's not fucking fair that the perpetrators, the rapists, the abusers could live freely, unrestrained by laws, yet the victims had to hide in the shadows like dirty rats. 
Why did we have to experience this just because we were omegas? We birthed these narcissistic alphas for fucks sake, yet we somewhat became what people knew as "sluts" and "disgraceful" beings. It wasn't as though I was asking for equality among the three "ranks" or this stupid hierarchy, that wouldn't be realistic, omegas have almost always lived under the oppression of alphas, which is unfortunately true, our emotions are basically wavered and controlled by our mates, which is absolutely pathetic. But as silly and as childish it is, I wanted revenge against those that hurt us, I know its not exactly possible with our status and power, but then again, with the attention me and Miles have been getting, it wouldn't be impossible.
Miles would definitely laugh at me for being so ambitious, which, undeniably, I kind of am. But just what if, what if one day these stupid alphas begged on their knees and at our feet, wouldn't that be funny? 
Sometimes I feel, that under these years of trauma and abuse I've become a psychopath myself, regardless, I want Miles to know that all these suffering we went through will not be forgotten, or forgiven.
I didn't want to beg for someone to save us, I wanted to be our saviour, I wanted us to live for ourselves, just for once.

Xavier
I yanked Miles out from Zane's grip, why was I being so fucking agitated over this one omega?
Cuz you're in love~ love love love~
"I will talk with you later." I could hear myself speaking, almost spitting out the words before storming off.
In my arms, Miles looked up to me quickly, my face burned in humiliation for how possessive I had gotten over him. The fuck, I had no reason to act like this, he was mine in the first place, no body could change that, of course someone would hate it when another person touched their possession, that's why I had been angry.
Whatever you say sweetie pie!
My hold around Miles tightened as I pulled him into an empty bathroom, throwing him onto the sink, finally taking in his messy appearance. Cum was still dripping out of his used hole, with vodka running down his pale thighs, I gulped. 
He looked so fucking enticing for a slut.
I winced in disgust when cum touched my fingers, the anger was back again, I know it wasn't his fault, but why couldn't he just run away in his wolf form? Was he that desperate to get fucked? I wetted my fingers with water before stabbing it into his hole, scraping against his swollen prostate to wash the cum away. 
"What a little slut, enjoyed getting fucked?" I growled, ignoring the small hands that tried to push me away, "you allowed the fuckboys to use you, why are you running away from me now huh?"
My gaze fell onto Miles red face, small tears gathered his eyes, it was almost endearing if not for the situation. Seeing as the cum have been washed out, a twisted idea rocked up.
"Why don't we offer the rest of the student body a good show?"
I chuckled when I received a confused look, dragging his fragile and still naked body out, I headed for the cafeteria, ignoring his frantic struggles after realising what I had planned to do. There were still students in the area at this time, not too much, but definitely enough of an audience. I smirked as I pushed Miles onto an empty table, taking my cock out before thrusting in without warning, I could feel students filming and gasping in the distance, Miles screamed, but the audience only grew bigger. Undoubtedly, their videos would be zooming on the omega's fucked-out face, going viral on the media after this. Not that I would care, no one would dare to film my face into it anyways.
The body beneath me trembled before climaxing, his struggles returned more furiously this time from the sensitivity of an orgasm, how cute.
"I thought loved this, Miles."



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