MATED TO THE PSYCHO OMEGA

Louis’s POV “Louis, your eyes are f*****g closing.” Jake slurred, knuckles white on the dashboard. “Don’t get us killed.” I grinned. “I’d love to listen. But I love dancing in blood. Whoever I hit can check their luck.” I swerved. Thud. Screech. The car slammed to a halt. None of us had seatbelts. Stupid. We hit the glass. Jade swore and rubbed his forehead. “What the hell was that for, you stupid arse?” “Guys.” My voice dropped. “I think I hit something.” I shoved the door open and staggered out. They followed. A body on the road. Small. Still. Jake squinted. “She looks human?” I knocked the back of his head. “Yes. Because she is human.” “That’s twice. You trying to give me a concussion?” he whined. “Wouldn’t hurt. You’re already stupid.” Jade yawned. “Okay. What are we doing? I need to sleep.” “Call the police,” Jake said. I stared at him. “You know if you stayed quiet, no one would notice you were missing. Call them for what? So we can tell them three drunk idiots were exploring the world and accidentally flattened a girl? Then they give us a little holiday in a cell?” I paced. Then I kicked her. Her eyes fluttered. “Please… please help me. Just… call an ambulance.” The words broke apart in her mouth. I crouched. Wiped the blood from her hairline and dragged it across my shoe like paint on canvas. “I’m sorry, girl. I would’ve loved to help. I want my beauty sleep.” Exhaustion sat in my throat. Two lots of blood in one day. First the Alpha who thought he could put his hands on me. Now this. *You could just call an ambulance,* my wolf, Lou, muttered. I ignored him and got back in the car. “Seatbelts, babies. I don’t want to hear you whine about hitting the glass. Mama’s not listening.” I started the engine and left her in the road. Legs wrong. Breathing ragged. Blood on my shoes still wet. I didn’t know I’d regret it. --- A few hours earlier “Louis, let’s go to the club.” Jade whined and slumped against me. I kept polishing my nails. New, sharp. A pretty little weapon. I smirked at them. “I’m not going back there. Last time the bartender told me to stop coming. Said I bring bad luck.” Jake glared. “You almost killed two guys who danced too close and you smashed half the bottles. I wouldn’t let you in either.” “You angry? I thought you said you didn’t have feelings for the bartender.” “Feelings for who? That man who can’t keep it in his pants? I’d rather pass.” His eye twitched. I sneered. “How long have we been friends? I know your lies. You like him.” Jade laughed with me. Jake looked at his brother like he was considering abandoning both of us. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll try to behave.” We all started getting ready. My room was a wreck. Laundry spilling out of the basket. Toys everywhere, waiting to be picked up. Guess I wasn’t doing laundry. Not when I had two cleanliness-obsessed idiots in the house. I pulled on black shorts that clung to my thighs — the ones that made Alphas stupid — and a fishnet top that stuck to my skin and showed just enough cleavage to start a fight. Quick introductions, since you’re here. My name is Louis. Twenty. Omega. I like dancing in blood. Those two idiots are Jade and Jake. Betas. Brothers. Crazy. Mine. Knock. Knock. Then bang. Bang. “If you’d knocked like a person, I’d let you in,” I called, dabbing concealer on. “Keep banging like a beast and I’m not leaving this room.” I looked in the mirror and sighed. Who’s that? Oh. Me. People think Omegas have to be soft. Submissive. Cute little things that fold. Cute. I put Alphas twice my size on the floor and leave them limping. Built different. “Let’s go rock that place.” We took a taxi to the new bar. Love Scout. The ride was quiet except for Lou pacing in my head. *Do you have to go?* he asked. “Got a problem with it?” I smirked, just to wind him up. *Whatever happens is on you,* he huffed. “Since when do I need your permission? Since when do you talk without being asked? Keep it up and I’ll lock you down until I feel like letting you out.” He whimpered and sank back. Better. We hit the pavement. Jade stormed ahead. “We meet at the gate,” Jake said. “Text when you’re done. I’ll drag him.” He walked off. Time to get laid. The club was packed with young Alphas. I rolled my hips and ignored the whistles, the heads snapping my way. They rushed me with drinks. I turned every one down. Ugly. Cowardly. Not enough. I slipped outside for a smoke. An Alpha grabbed my wrist and slammed me into the wall. My back hit brick. His scent rolled over me — sour, thick, wrong. ---