Chapter 155: Their Death Is On You
(Intro...This is for a little backstory about Wes)
(WESLEY)
I still can’t erase the memories of two female omegas cowering in terror at my brother Danny’s feet. I still remember their sobbing cries like it was just hours ago. I had tried to save them from the horrible servitude life that my family had imposed on them. I really tried my best to help them. My plan was to get them out of this city off to someplace where they could start afresh. If I could have done that, they could have had a chance to live a better life elsewhere, but in the end, Danny showed up at the boat and killed them right before my eyes.
Shaken, I’m now sitting on the floor of our kitchen shocked. My right eye is swollen shut and I’m afraid that one of my arms might be broken. Danny wasn’t satisfied killing the two omegas. Once they were dead, he turned on me and beat me senseless for daring to disobey him.
The rumbles of Papa’s voice reverberate through the walls of the kitchen. He is sitting on the long dining table discussing with Danny my betrayal and how to best punish me. I wish my mother was still alive. I am sure she wouldn’t have stood for my brother punishing me. Of course, she would have punished me for my foolish idea to help the omegas. But one thing I know is that my mother would never lay a hand on me or any of her children.
She was hard, but fair.
Unfortunately, Danny takes after Papa.
My father is a violent man with a heart hard as stone. When Danny informed Papa of my plans, I thought he was going to kill me in that instant. He didn’t. He just slapped me around a little then slumped into his chair looking disgusted. I suspect the only reason that I’m not dead yet is because the Sawyer blood runs in my veins. To my father, I have always been a disappointment because of my hate for the mobster life.
But that isn’t the only reason why I’m a disappointment to my father. I am a barren omega. As usual, the alphas only see our worth by our breeding purposes, but unfortunately, I was born with a defect that prevents me from getting pregnant. Even if I was able to reproduce by some magic, I would never carry the pregnancy to term.
It is a very cruel agony, considering my love for kids.
My whole-body aches alongside my heart. I can still smell the dead omegas’ blood on my clothes. I groan as I shift my position and Danny shoots me a dirty glare. He curls his lips. I keep my gaze down to make him think that I am submissive. I wish I had a gun. I would happily blow his brains out. Whether I like violence or not, I think that Danny deserves it. He’s a fucking animal that doesn’t deserve to live. I don’t think I will ever forgive him for killing those omegas.