Chapter 10

I'm going crazy. I don't know if my broken penis bothers me more than her whiny, nasal voice. I should have known better before sleeping with such a clingy omega, but she does have nice breasts. Too bad her personality is about as interesting as watching paint dry.

"Didn't you hear me? Get out," I growl at him. He jumps out of my bed, grabs his clothes, and runs out with his eyes wide and full of tears.

"Fuck her!" When the bathroom door opens, I collapse onto the bed and my best friend, Cassian Vale, walks in.

"Dude, you need to get laid. You've been nothing but a jerk since that redhead showed up."

"What redhead?" I ask as I pull the blanket over myself.

"You know, the night you kicked that rebellious girl out of here," Cassian Vale says, and I try to remember that night. In fact, it was the last time I had satisfying sex. Every other attempt has been a failure. I prop myself up on my elbow.

"I think that bitch gave me a disease," I tell him.

"Huh? The rebellious girl?"

"No, the redhead. That bitch broke my dick," I say in an annoyed tone. Cassian Vale laughs and shakes his head.

"Well, get tested or something, because if you don't get laid soon, I'm seriously considering quitting being your beta," Cassian Vale says, and I frown at the thought. No way I'm getting anything up my dick. Cassian Vale turns around, about to leave, and then I notice how he's dressed, like he's going on a date." I'll let it slide one more time. He's a good man, I guess. He's got as many girls as I do." A wave of relief washes over me when I check that my penis is still limp; phew, I'm definitely not gay. It just means that bitch gave me something.

"Where are you going?"

"I have a date, because my penis still works, so I intend to take advantage of it." I snarl at him, gesturing for him to leave. Cassian Vale laughs and leaves. I watch him leave my room before I get up.

I step into the shower to try and wash away my anger. My thoughts drift back to last year's Alpha meeting. It was a costume party: she was wearing a fairy outfit and covered in glitter. She wore a mask that covered most of her face, but she had blue-gray eyes and full, sensual lips. I was drawn to you the moment you stepped onto the dance floor, by the way your hips swayed and the way you danced, like you didn't care about anything.

I was like a moth to a flame, and we were both devastated. I wish I'd known your name or what pack you were from so I could have found you. For some reason, I haven't been able to forget you. You always pop into my mind randomly: how you rode my cock and how your perfect breasts bounced against me. I wish you'd taken off your mask so I could imagine you better, but I woke up and found you were gone. You disappeared, and now I have nothing more to say.

Irritated is an understatement. I'm usually the one who goes for a run in the morning before they wake up, but that woman had long since left by the time I woke up, leaving behind only a faint, lingering scent.

I woke up to find Cassian Vale sitting on the small table, drinking coffee and smiling mockingly at me.

"Cinderella ran away this morning looking rather guilty. Looks like someone's finally managed to take on the big, evil Alpha." He sneered at me and laughed, finding it hilarious. The only woman I really wanted to meet got away from me.

Just thinking about her makes me instantly hard. I groan as I look down at my erection.

"Now you decide to get to work," he grumbled, annoyed.

As I left, I wrapped a towel in my hand and muttered something to myself before heading back to my room. A groan escaped me when I saw the omega sprawled on my bed. Damn Cassian Vale! He must have sent her. Looking down is always hard. I shrugged. I'll just think about my mysterious fairy.

I ask her," What's your name?" and she looks at me like I just proposed. Damn Omega. I asked for your name, not your hand in marriage.

"Declan Shaw," he replies, approaching the edge of my bed with excessive impatience.

"Okay, Declan Shaw, you've two seconds to start sucking my dick or get out."

She immediately kneels in front of me. Her hands reach for my penis and grip it tightly before enveloping its tip with her lips. I grab her hair before thrusting my cock into her hot, wet mouth. I close my eyes, refusing to look down, knowing that as soon as I do, it will all be over and I'll be limping again. Instead, I push into her mouth, thinking of my mysterious fairy.

ELARA'S POV

It always comes out of nowhere. One moment I'm asleep, and the next I'm woken up by excruciating pain. I can feel my heart pounding erratically in my chest and my stomach clenching. I clutch it and bite my lip to keep from screaming. I don't want to wake Nadia Mercer; I know I keep her up at night, and she's always restless. It's usually not too bad, but tonight is the worst I've been through in two months.

I know she's sleeping with someone. I know it from the way the pain manifests. Normally it's like a stomachache, but tonight it feels like my heart has been ripped out and my stomach is in knots. I scream in pain. I can't help it. I toss and turn in bed until the lights come on. Nadia Mercer isn't going to keep believing it's just period cramps. Not after tonight.

"It's always the same, Elara!" he yells, shaking me, but all I can do is scream and clench my teeth while clutching my stomach. The pain is paralyzing.

"Should I call an ambulance? I don't know what to do. I'm going to look for Maura Bellamy."

"No! I'm fine," I gasp before sweat begins to bead on my forehead. I feel a draft hit me, and the cold air fills the room." Please don't stay too long, please stop." I beg the Moon Goddess to make him disappear. How am I going to deal with this for the rest of my life? Will it always be this bad? I start sobbing, large tears streaming down my cheeks. I hate that Nadia Mercer sees me like this, I hate that he makes me feel this way, I hate him for what he's put me through almost every night. Somehow, it's worse because I know that this time he's really making love, not just fooling around. He's with another woman, and that woman isn't me. Why do I have to be punished for his actions?

Warm hands caress my arms before Maura Bellamy's scent reaches me. The pain intensifies with each passing second, making me scream. How has Maura Bellamy survived this shit for decades?