Roman
Pacing didn't help. I needed to get away. Needed to get the hell away from Stella, the little Omega that is proving to be the most difficult job I've ever had. f**k me for taking it and f**k the King for meaning that I never had a choice.
I needed to get away from my nightmare and the shame I felt upon someone else witnessing me at my most vulnerable moment. Why the f**k did she have to come into my room? Why the f**k did I bring her into my home instead of locking her up in a basement somewhere until I could give her to the King? I kidn*pped the girl, for f**k’s sake, she’s not a guest of mine!
I needed to get away, so I did. I secured my home and ran before I could do anything else that I was surely going to regret. I ran like the coward that I secretly am. Only wherever I went,
