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They can’t stay here!
If they wait any longer, I don’t know what the Hearts will do to them, but I know it’s not going to be good.
This can’t…
I can’t…
My heart feels like it’s about the break from my chest and my stomach rolls again.
Why won’t they listen?!
9
Vera
I’m glad I decided to wear flat shoes with my cute dress tonight. I was going for a slightly ‘alternative’ look, but it came in handy, or I would have slipped and fallen multiple times as I was fighting the Hearts bastards.
When I barged inside, everything came over me at the same time.
The bitter caramel pheromones of my mate, pheromones altered by years of pain and distress. What the Hearts had done to Mathew. What they’re still doing to lots and lots of young people and kids. What they’re probably going to do to the kids I saw them transport.
And then… I met the eyes of the guy who was wearing ‘normal’ clothes, my protective instincts kicking in instantly. Because of the pheromone masking substances in the air, I couldn’t smell them, but I didn’t need those to know that he was the one I’d been following earlier, the one with bitter caramel pheromones.
He was mine.
But I had enough awareness to realise the opportunity I’d been given. If I kept some of them alive, we could get information out of them that we’ve not been able to get to before.
Killing the first one couldn’t be helped, I didn’t have time for anything else, but I had to make sure to keep the others alive.
That didn’t mean that I couldn’t let some of that anger and frustration out on them. Watching them confused that a little Omega like me could better them was almost comical, until they realised I was simply toying with them.
That was the most satisfying. The moment they realised I was only out to hurt them, not kill them, and that I was getting my way.
That they were playing right into my hand.
Those extra lessons with Derrick, him insisting I learn more ways to slip away from attackers, use my small size to my advantage, they really came in handy. And these guys weren’t even trained half as well as the guys Derrick had me up against during training.
All that is now behind me. Now I need to focus on the present and what we’re going to be doing next. Because none of this was in the plans for tonight…
My new mate is shaking, his bitter caramel pheromones filled with terror. He’s not just worried about himself, the kids or us, he’s having a full-on panic attack.
Fucking hell.
What has he been through?
What else is going on my list of reasons why we have to wipe the Hearts from the face of the planet?
What else are they going to have to pay for?
A whimper pulls my attention, my mate’s eyes on me are wide in fear and I realise that my anger is slipping into my pheromones..
He just saw me torture these two guys… Of course, he’s going to interpret my pheromones the wrong way.
I want to explain to him that I only want to protect him. That I’m not going to hurt him. But I don’t think he’s going to believe me right now.
He seemed to respond well to Jorge. If I can’t take care of him right now, at least Jorge can. “Jorge?” I motion to him as he finishes up his call.
“Yeah?” He shrugs out of his shirt, dropping it over my shoulders and I realise that I’m still only in my underwear and shoes, since I didn’t want to wear the dress any longer.
