Rapheal's povTrembling with bruised hands, he reached for the first aid kit, blood dripping from his neck and staining the white box. I always kept it handy whenever I lost my temper at the club — usually at the strippers. Sometimes I hurt them and give them this. Today I did the same to my Beta. I exhale.I am an abomination, as my parents called me. I hate hurting people, but I can't stop myself. I had taken all the medication, gone to clinics, yet my wolf remains incurable. It had a rage built on centuries, and I could barely control it.I sat back on the chair, my hands on my chin. I heard about her even before the world knew — the strange Omega cursed to kill two beasts, one born of blood, the other of shadow. When her parents were arguing with my father about some stupid property, he had them imprisoned, fed only once a month in an enclosed place, and declared her an orphan. She was the first thing I had ever pitied in my life. Watching her grow, question where she was from, an
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