Chapter 2

My legs are aching,

My heart is breaking,

My mind is racing.

I need to get to him,

I need to hide him,

I need to comfort him.

Although,

My face is expressionless,

My eyes are dark and emotionless,

I can't loose him too.

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Merrydred had always been, and will always be, a town of happiness, even in the worst moments because guess what? We were strong and didn't rely on a hierarchy like the outside world. No matter what, we wouldn't, and never will, let anything get in the way of our happiness, even when the clouds came over. The townspeople of Merrydred came together to take care of orphans and younger children like me and Mikey, those with trauma and those with disabilities.

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I let his body go and stand next to him, staring down at him with eyes of anger, frustration, pain and love. I turn on my heels, running back down the streets with tears flying behind me, my jacket flapping out from my sides. I want to scream and cry in frustration, but I need to stay strong for him. For Mikey. I shove past local people, not bothering to apologize as I take a look at their horrified faces and the screams sounding in my ears. My eyes widen at a familiar one, I immediately pause, looking to my right in terror. Lilith is trembling under the her kitchen table, begging the person trying to take ahold of her leg to get her out.

"Let her go!" I abruptly yell, it surprises myself, and what surprises me more is that when the dude is distracted, she crawls. out from under the table and leaps into my arms, latching her arms around my neck and sobbing into my chest. Her scent is a sweet lavender and her skin is softer than marshmallows. Her long, thin, light brown hair neatly layed against her back as I sigh, picking her up. Lilith is about 6, two years younger than me, but she's more responsible and mature than I can ever be.

The guy in the house turns, growling at me when he notices she's in my hands. I hold her in a hug, kissing her cheek and putting her down, taking her hand and pulling her away from the house. She grips my hand tightly and I begin to jog, then break into a run as she pulls me with her, desperately trying to get away from the person chasing us closely.

I take a risky look back and I feel my heart beat loudly against my chest. My eyes lay upon my house, the very house my mother and sister were murdered in, the very place dad left us, the place everything fell apart at. My legs feel like buckling and they hurt worse than being shot, having a piece of metal jammed into your knee, anything so bad it felt like you were going to die and there was no hope left. My heart feels like it's being torn out of my body, then being ripped apart viciously while still attached to my insides. I want to scream, but I know all that will come out will be a simple whisper. A small, throat-scratching whisper that will do nothing against my enemies. Nothing against these murderers. These alphas.

Yet. . .

Are all alphas the same?

Are all alphas murderers using Omegas for their sexual desires?

Do they all act, smell and think the same?

Will future alphas rip our town even more apart?

My mind feels like it has more than a million questions, more than a billion really. My head's beginning to hurt, I need to focus on getting away. Getting to him. Getting him to safety, and getting him away from here.

He needs comfort, warmth, love, everything I haven't given him these past four years.

I feel a frown come over my face and I turn, running ahead of Lilith, pulling her down the same alleyway I hid Mikey at. My eyes are a dull grey, full of not a single string of hope. Nothing. My mind, heart and instincts need him in my arms, leaning onto me, crying into my shoulder for comfort.

I grip Lilith's hand tighter as I turn the corner.

I can't loose him too. . .

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I don't stop to look around the empty streets of my home, instead I look ahead and quicken my pace, almost breaking into a sprint. My heart is speeding in my chest and I don't think I'm ready for the day waiting for me impatiently. I don't think I'm ready to see them again. No, it's not 'I don't think', I'm NOT ready at all. I left them two years ago and haven't left Chase's house since. Why?

I was 12 when I left my old house with Mikey, I left Lilith and our two other friends - Lucas and Honey. Lucas is about 16 now, Honey should be 13. I sigh, pausing as someone strongly grips my shoulder, trying to get my attention.

"About time you come around. What's the rush?" The person asks and I turn to face them, sighing in relief.

"Justin." He nods, giving me a smile. Justin is around 20 years old, he's a beta, extremely seductive and has a handsome face. Greedy green eyes, a devilish smile and a luring scent even for alphas. There's not many people he can't seduce, but let's just say he hasn't seduced anyone I know yet, let alone me or Mikey. Justin has bright golden hair as well, fluffy and soft I might add. He has a few freckles along his cheeks, but they just make him look cute, no wonder he covers it with some makeup.

"Well?"

"I have work, but I have to work a shift with the old gang." He lets out a heavy sigh, ruffling up my hair.

"I'll drop by later, have a drink and maybe drag you out of there while I have a smoke." I scoff, whacking his hand away and sorting out my hair silently.

"Alright, I'm counting on you," I smile at him, opening my mouth to speak, "I have to get there now, so, see you."

He nods, grinning ear to ear, "Alright, bye."

I move, beginning to walk down the street again, only after I'm out of sight I break into a run. My heart is racing and it feels like it's going to burst out of my chest. You see, Justin is an alpha and his pheromones are extremely effective on omegas, but the weaker the omega, the stronger the effect. I'd like to say I'm a strong omega, but truth be told, I'm not. I'm one of the few omegas in Merrydred whom are weaker than the rest, we're known as the runts of the pack. Other omegas aren't classed as runts as long as you have ones like me in your pack.

Although, being a runt means you have an abnormally strong, attractive scent, even if you're not in heat, but all runts are different. Some have stronger scents in heat than many others, others (like me) have a scent outside of heat that makes it seem like you're constantly in heat. Well, when you're in heat let's just say it explodes and you should stay at home.

I sigh, turning the corner of the bar, I go to the back down and anxiously knock on it, steadying my breathing. Though, this doesn't help much by who opens the door. This very 'who' makes me loose my breath.