Chapter 10

Brian

Seven Years ago

"What the fuck is going on?!"

Jack and the men quickly pulled away from each other. No, I was severed by pain from the scene am seeing, my omega fucking different men like an orgy.

My gorgeous boyfriend lay naked on the patio table by the pool while two young, tanned alphas held his legs open, the muscles on their arms bulging. A third alpha, whom I vaguely recognized as Jack's massage therapist, fucked him vigorously, requiring the others to tighten their hold. He had a sculpted torso—the body of a man who put in the hours daily to enhance his looks. His abs rippled as he punched his hips forward, sending shock waves through Brian. Most of the people Jack  surrounded himself with were like that—men who looked like underwear models because they spent half their waking hours at the gym. Many of them were, in fact, underwear models.

I was halfway into pouring a bottle of whiskey when Jack appeared. He'd thrown a bathing robe over his naked body but left it open in the front, showcasing his smooth underbelly and soft cock. His ruby piercing glimmered in his belly button. I put the beer bottle on the table and closed the laptop. It was basic respect, right? We hadn't seen each other since last night—watching him getting railed today didn't count as seeing each other in my mind.

Hi, baby," my boyfriend purred.

Once upon a time, that greeting together with his sweet smile would have brought me to my knees. Not literally, but I used to like it a lot more. It used to make me smile back.

Do you love me?, I asked?

But I'd always known what Jack saw in me; the house, the apartment in the city, those parties… His glamour and my money, the miracle combination, the beauty and the beast and their fabulous happily ever after, and all the sex. We used to spend days covered in slick and cum, but our filthy fairytale was nothing more than a mirage.

"Do you love me?" I asked again.

Jack blinked. He looked nonchalant.His eyes turned icy. It was Jack's revenge look. Yes, we were done. "And do you love me, Brian?"

I took a deep breath before inflicting the last blow. Five years, gone with a simple syllable. For those five years, for his sake, I wouldn't lie. "NO

He stared at me for a few seconds longer, his face turning into the cold sneer I knew so well. Then he spun around and walked away. His footsteps disappeared up the stairs.

I sagged into the sofa, my heart pounding. He doesn't love me but only loved me for my money, but that was okay. I deserved it for dragging this out for so long. I'd been such a love-deprived fool.

My mistake was shamefully simple: I thought Jack was gorgeous, stunning like a supernatural being. A fae. When I'd seen him for the first time, an up-and-coming model, a mere nineteen years old, I'd suddenly believed in love at first sight. I'd pursued him relentlessly, and when he'd finally let me touch him and fuck him, I'd thought I'd gone to heaven without having to die.I closed my eyes and drank my beer. and left the house as I saw my 5 years old relationship gone to waste and swore never to fall for any omega again

I thought of my friend Liam, of how I used to pity him and worry about him. I used to ridicule his lack of mission in life. He was a smart guy—we'd done business school together and graduated top of our class. The world lay at our feet. Now Liam owned a small company in the city and also earned the equivalent of a top-class median wage. "You aim low, you end up low," I'd told him. Except he was happy. Married, ridiculously in love with the sweetest, nicest man I'd ever.

I tilted my head to the mirror and stared into the foggy mirror after my shower and touched my lips. Sex with another omega is not supposed to feel this good after I had sworn never to be associated with any omega again after what Jack did to me, And fuck, could the Omega kiss. My entire body reacted to him, and my dick got hard today from it. The only time I got hard with a guy was five years ago and I don't know if it was because he stroked or sucked me, but never from just a kiss. Shit, I was getting hard now just thinking about it.

I have never felt this way after my awful breakup with Jack which was five years ago But Ray, not only opened my wounds but my eyes and soul. After my wounds opened, he started to heal them.

Now, I needed to accept the truth and stop being fucking afraid and start behaving like a badass alpha that I am. My parents weren't in my life anymore especially my dad who always advised me but with harsh words.

They couldn't find me or hurt me. But I still felt their beatings even after all these years. Every hit, slap, and emotional blackmail was enough. I escaped them for a reason, dammit! To live my life as I wanted. It hadn't really been great so far, but my parents couldn't touch me any longer, and I needed to remember that.

I swiped my hand over the mirror as it fogged up and stared hard at myself, willing my brain to get with the program to work together with my body. The same familiar fear had me pay off Ray tonight as a test to see whether he was going to behave like an innocent Omega but he was so different tonight. Enough. No more fear.i needed to be okay with that if I wanted Ray in my life. But a new feeling emerged as I looked at my hazel eyes. Guilt. I'd treated Ray like shit because of my jealousy and fears. He did nothing wrong other than be someone I was attracted to, which cranked up my fears about a hundred notches. No, it was more than that. His gravitational pull was fucking strong, like I couldn't avoid it if I tried. But I'd been so deep in denial and internalized hatred that I took it out on him. Fuck, I had been such an asshole.

I was done. No more. I fucking deserved to be happy for a change. My current path just wasn't taking me there. Tonight after work, I'd go to the club,find Ray,talk to him and also apologize to him. To see if he'd be willing to explore this thing between us.

After everything little thing I could've done. But look at what I fucking did to the omega.i laud him off as if he was a prostitute.Hell yeah. I know my mother was a perfect housewife who does whatever to meka my father happy while My father was one of the wealthiest billionaire in this country but he was an absolute condescending man who wanted everything and everyone to go according to his pace. What the fuck did they know? Not a goddamn thing. The sad part about them was that they hadn't always been like that. I remembered them being gentle and loving me once when I was little. Hell, maybe it was just the wishful thinking of a child constantly in pain.

Pounding on the bathroom door snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Hey, how long you gonna be in there, fuckhead? I need to take a piss and get ready to go out tonight,"Liam said through the door Asif this was the only bathroom in my house

"Sorry, I'm done."

I opened the door and left as Liam rushed in, cupping his junk, looking like he was about to piss himself before he stopped.

he has always knew when something was eating me up which I have always been grateful for.