Ethan;
Aurelain doesn't argue. Of course, he doesn't.
He knows I'm right.
Me. An Omega under his roof and protection almost fucking killed a man in his room! How does that make any sense!!
My fingers tighten slightly… Then loosen.
"I don't understand what's happening to me," I admit as I try and fail to wrap my head around how on earth I could react like that.
"My body—" I begin, but pause… struggling to explain it properly.
"It didn't feel like mine," I add.
That's the closest I can get.
Because how do you explain losing control inside yourself?
How do I explain that I wasn't in control… that it felt like I let loose of something I've been suppressing for years and that for some reason… It felt good.
Even as monstrous as it was… it felt good.
I look back at him and I remember that boy—the one who's stared so many of my nightmares.
"We knew each other before… right?" I ask suddenly.
The question comes out quieter than I wished, but it lands just as heavily.
