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A part of Judah knew there would be no coming back from this, but the rest of him didn't care. "I'm saying that you're pussy whipped," he took the last step forward so that they were chest to chest, "You let a human make decisions, and she's leading you around by the dick. It's shameful. If you want to think with your cock instead of your brain, that's fine, but let someone who has the best interests of the pack at heart lead us-you clearly have different priorities right now." Judah watched as his friends disappeared, allowing their wolves to take over their bodies, and Damon's eyes blazed with fury.

He has a chip on his shoulder and no one can understand what is wrong with him. But for some reason, he feels this compulsion to prove himself to everyone, despite the fact that no one doubts him. He has this complex where he has to feel like he is better than oeveryone else. His biggest competion being his cousin Zach. He feels like he has to be better than him, like it's a contest. Zach on the other hand has no interest in competing with Ollie. Zach has no interest in being alpha or even being a warrior, for that matter. Zach blows off training every chance that he gets. He would rather stay home and pour over medical journals, text books or articles. He wants to become the pack doctor, st

Sneering in response, Xavia retorted, “Are you seriously saying you’re an understanding person after you constantly misunderstood and humiliated me…?!” “…I didn’t know you were drugged, and thought that you truly loved him… I was just afraid of losing you forever. Look, my inferiority complex was less about losing my ability to walk and more about feeling worried that my inability to give you my all like before would cause you to lose interest in me… I mean, I couldn’t even get up to give you a hug for the longest time… Adding that to the fact that I kept seeing you together with Mark…”

When the rumor about Caisen and Cathy even came out, others were really disappointed, even now that everyone was sure about their relationship. "Well, maybe there are still people who are grateful for that. Like, omegas. If Cathy stays single, who will be the alpha who will pursue them? Also, same with Caisen. At least the existence of inferiority conflex between them is reduced, right?" Adriana said. For the alphas and omegas within their classroom, it just doesn't exist. After all, they know that Cathy and Caisen are better than them; that's why they can't feel the inferiority complex that Adriana says. In other classes, maybe that's how they feel.

Her mannerisms irritated Natasha greatly and all these years she's worked hard to reduce that pride to dust but now she seems to be even fiercer and collected. To Natasha, Scarlett was the sole cause of all the hardships she and Beatrice suffered, living a poor life; therefore she deserved to be punished. It should have been her who lived like a princess all these years and not that bitch and her mother. To see the stupid Scarlett look down on her like a princess eyeing a commoner; disturbed her greatly. Natasha felt consumed in Scarlett's shadow again. Natasha clenched her fists tightly as she felt her inferiority complex spike out of nowhere - 'No, I'm overthinking it. Someone can't change

“You’d think she’d want to help omega slaves, not enslave them.” I confess I felt about a hundred years older than my “little brother” at that point. “People who have little and who know they can’t challenge those above them inevitably push down those below them to feel better,” I explained. “If you only have two rocks, you’ll degrade those with only one rock so you feel rich by comparison.” I shrugged. “The only remedy is to give them a means to get more rocks.” He shook his head at me. “That’s too simple.”

"What? What's that facial expression for, Claire? It's not like it's not true, I mean, it's really obvious though. First of all, Navier is a hunred percent prettier than you. Second of all, she's a hunredfold more wiser and smarter than you, she's a detective, a mastermind and obviously a genius. Third of all, she's taller than you. Fourth of all, her family is more influencial, wealthier, and more powerful. Fifth reason, she's perfect in almost everything while you struggle to surpass her but you can't even be compared to her, even an inch! Sixth reason, she's an angel while you're a she-devil. Seventh reason, you--" "Shut up! Shut up! Adharia this! Adharia that! Don't you think I don't kno

"Stupid girl! You don't measure up to me in any way. I'm prettier than you and richer than you. I am better than you. You will never measure up to me!" Faith rolled her eyes. "Listen, lady, it is not a competition. I don't care about you. I don't want to be like you in any way. Let me tell you something. When I saw you the first time, I thought you were so beautiful and classy. Turns out you're nothing but run-of-the-mill trash." She gasped and sputtered, trying to get words out. "Wh-What-- H-how dare you!?" "I feel sorry for you," Faith continued. "With all your money and class," she drew air quotes around 'class', "you're still battling inferiority complex. Even I, who you called poor and

“The way you looked down on me left a bitter taste on my tongue. It was a cruel thing to do to a kid and it’s something you did often! When I failed classes, you came with a perfect score to mock me. In school, you were the mighty Park’s daughter and I was nobody. You knew people were saying things about me, mocking me because I became your sister yet I was still somehow less than you and you never said anything!” “There’s the inferiority complex,” I said without giving her a break. “I was a kid myself and everyone has the right to choose their friends. I couldn’t even remember you but you kept me in your mind and probably replayed that moment many times in your head and twisted it to make m

Only because those love more are the losers, in front of him I become so weak, so low that I am no longer myself like that. What I really can't stand is, with the same behaviors, why am I weak, low, making people hate, but she is simple, fragile, making people wanna protect? If she was prettier than me, I might as well take pity on myself, but obviously the same face, why is it always me who is pathetic? Doctor, tell me, what am I different from her? After all, what am I lacking?”