An Omega For Sale by Kess

Chapter 216

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Everything was starting to get overwhelming the longer I stayed within this pack. I wasn’t happy, I didn’t feel as fulfilled as I had always dreamed, it didn’t really feel like there was a future here for me anymore or if there was then maybe I needed a long break from it and then I could return to it at a later time. When I was in a much better headspace.

I made my way home, plugging in my earplugs to drown out the noise and distract myself as I went. I couldn’t hear the noises around me but I could see the frowns and sneers all of which I ignored till I was walking through the large gates of my home.

“Mom, I’m home!” I announced, heading towards the stairs.

The only thing I needed at the moment, was a hot bath and sleep.

“Welcome honey, come in here, Lila is here.” My mother called from the kitchen and I frowned slightly.

way into the kitchen surprised to find Lila dicing some carrots beside Christie, our head maid who kept adding more washed carrots to the stack.

I left you a couple of texts that I’d be coming

check my phone. How are you?” I asked, pulling out a knife

She responded and I gave her a small

was the only friend in the entire pack I had managed to get and actually keep since my only other friend disappeared completely from my life. We were complete opposites with the things we liked and with our personalities but

made it work.

all the

in the kitchen cause I didn’t want your mom to get worried, but you don’t exactly look fine.” Lila said the moment we

Queen sized bed, buried my head in the pillows and just broke down. It was all too much for me, I didn’t feel happy here, I didn’t feel like I belonged here anymore and I hated the hatred that I got outside of my father’s mansion.

to me to stroke my hair comfortingly while I bawled my eyes into my

took a while for me to stop crying but eventually I did and as I turned towards Lila to find the worry dancing in her eyes, I knew that

don’t think I can take it anymore. I hate my life here. I hate the whispers and the stares and the pointing and people avoiding me on the streets like I have some kind of disease.”