aus
eone like me. I didn't speak, I was mute ; a weirdo. No one wanted to socialize with someone who didn't open t
nal birth giving parents didn't want me, so much so that they inflicted torture onto me wheneve
le conscious. My insomnia flared up when I was in the seventh grade when the bullying got worse. I never let it get to me because my life was a constan
would bet that my other 'siblings,' felt the same. I was adopted along with two other boys and we were acknowledged as brothers by
ful, and always in a happy mood. Elijah was like the dad I never had, he was protective of me especially and always
iving us soul mates but it was also quite sadistic that rejecting your counterpart was a thing. It broke hearts, shattering them into pieces until
s his head into my room with a warm smile, his lips were bruised slight
t was sat next to my bed. Opening one of the drawers, I rummage around for
ntil I stumble upon a clean page to begin writing my response. Once I've scribbled d
hank
lijah said he'd bu
nd had the power to melt all my problems away with its sweet goodness. Anything sweet related really got me pumped,
ut I was an omega, the weakest type of wolf. I was an embarrassment. Maybe that's why my pare
to me on my bed. He left space between us, something he did to respect how I didn't like to
u, Nik, » Elliot says, somethin
like writing s
t smiles too easily ? Or was that a pity smile that he gave to me because he pitied me ? The poor omega whose parents h
yes snap up to look at Elliot
that so I quickly started writing down what I wanted
pplies you boys will need and I'll make sure
ed to know what he meant by, 'I know how you feel,' but all
o fall asleep. I didn't want to wake up sweaty with my heart constricting, with my lungs tight, and with those ch