The air felt too still that night, too thick with the kind of silence that pressed against your lungs and made you afraid to breathe. I sat on the edge of my bunk, staring at the faint moonlight spilling through the narrow window of the omegas' quarters. The others were asleep, at least pretending to be. I could hear their shallow breaths, the restless shuffling of limbs, the quiet murmurs that broke through dreams. But my mind wouldn't stop racing.
I'd made up my mind. I couldn't live like this anymore.
Every hour spent here, under his shadow, made my skin crawl and my heart clench. The psycho Alpha's presence lingered everywhere in the corridors, in the walls, even in my thoughts. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see that slow, knowing smile of his. The one that made me feel as if he was peeling me open from the inside.
But tonight wasn't about fear. Tonight was about freedom.
