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I spent the night curled up in the remains of my nest, blankets tangled around me as if they could somehow hold my broken pieces together. Trix snuggled up against my chest, occasionally licking the salty trails on my cheeks when my sobs got too loud, as if he understood that tears were just another treat to be cleaned up.
Not me crying like a little bitch again over a stupid Alpha.
I thought I promised myself never to do this shit again?
I replayed every moment with Mr. Fairchild like a painful highlight reel: the way he'd carefully fed me bites of scrambled eggs, gently forced me to focus, the warm rumble of his voice when he called me "my good boy," or his perfect omega, those tiny smiles that seemed to be reserved just for me.
The sensation of his knots locking us together while he marked my neck with his scent as if I was a cherished possession he'd never let go of.
