Chapter 2: In enemy’s pack
Silas's POV
"Take me back to the mansion," I ordered the driver as I settled into the back seat of the car.
I had made up my mind—I was going to move out. So I told the driver to take me back to our mansion because I needed to pack all my belongings before leaving. I leaned back against the seat, lost in my thoughts.
Why is the Moon Goddess doing this to me? Why did she make me this way?
I've heard from so many people that, despite being an Omega, I'm different. I'm not like other Omegas—gentle and kind. I don't bow my head and quietly listen to anyone.
And they're right, aren't they? If it's not my fault, why should I just take it? That's why my hands often lash out, regardless of whether the person in front of me is an Alpha or anyone else.
Maybe it's because I can't feel any Alpha's pheromones. No matter how much they try, even when Alphas fight me, they can't use their pheromones to weaken me. That's why they end up losing in the end.
Lost in my thoughts, I rolled down the window, needing fresh, open air. But as soon as I looked outside, I noticed that we were surrounded by a forest, and evening was beginning to fall. This wasn't the road to our mansion.
I immediately turned toward the driver. "Where are you taking me? This isn't the way to the mansion."
Hearing my words, the driver burst into loud laughter and looked at me through the rearview mirror. When he did that, and I saw those brown eyes, a chill ran down my spine.
He wasn't the driver. He was a senior from my school, someone who had tried to do terrible things to me before. Back then, I had somehow managed to escape. But this senior was incredibly strong.