He growled lowly at me, and that's when his grip actually tightened. I think my pharynx just got squished. "You are not my mate. You're pathetic."
I laughed out loud, before I started to sputter. Never knew I needed oxygen so much. Or that I ever needed a pharynx before. It's so cute how you appreciate small things when you're going to die.
"What's funny?" He gave me a warning growl, his face a mere inch from mine.
I didn't know what happened next. All I know is that I flew in the air, towards my bedroom wall. There was a really loud thud as I collided with the wall, then slided my way on the carpeted floor. I think I just broke my arm. And my ribs. For an omega, Atlas sure is strong.
Oh, I think my collar bone snapped.
Nonetheless, I laughed. My body was shaking as I let out a bitter
