As soon as she starts talking, he wants to stop listening. This is the opposite of the magic she used to work on him, when he'd work himself into a rage and her soothing voice and unwavering affection would put out the flames whether he was done feeding them or not. Now, she's taking the cautious peacefulness surrounding them and turning it cold and sharp and ugly--
No, not her. She's only saying it, but she didn't make it real. InGen took her, and InGen imprisoned her, and InGen poisoned her... and Vic fucking Hoskins wasn't satisfied in trying to grind Omega down under his boot. No. He stole his mate away from him and did worse. Omega exists in a frozen moment where he can hear her but no part of him moves, remembering when he found her in his cell, found Hoskins with her, a look of horror on his face and his pants open...
The instant that the last word leaves her lips, Omega is off the bed and on his feet, propelled by... nothing, just the need to move, volcanic hatred boiling up inside him after going so long without an eruption, and he wants so badly to throw something right through the goddamn wall but he promised her that he wouldn't and even if he did there is no one around who would deserve it, no one to crush or tear apart, no one left who should die horribly for this--!
He drags his fingers over his face and then -- Blue. Omega whirls back to her, swallowing fire, and quickly he's on his knees on the bed in front of her, taking her face in his hands; the only thing remotely gentle about him now is the way he touches her. Every other part of him is lethal.
"I should have killed him for you. I'm so fucking sorry I didn't." Sharp canines gleam as he bites out the words, almost gags on them. "If I could do it over again, he'd still be dying in pieces."
He had the chance. But it would have been too fast... and she needed him. That was more important than anything else, and Omega would have let Hoskins rot away untouched if it meant doing more to save his mate. But apparently that unholy bastard left a wound in her that still hasn't healed. It's festered this whole time and Omega never realized how deep it went.
"What do I do, Blue?" It's a urgent question, almost desperate. She is the one person who makes everything clear to him, always, the one who teaches him the right way. "Tell me what it is and I'll do it. Anything."
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No, not her. She's only saying it, but she didn't make it real. InGen took her, and InGen imprisoned her, and InGen poisoned her... and Vic fucking Hoskins wasn't satisfied in trying to grind Omega down under his boot. No. He stole his mate away from him and did worse. Omega exists in a frozen moment where he can hear her but no part of him moves, remembering when he found her in his cell, found Hoskins with her, a look of horror on his face and his pants open...
The instant that the last word leaves her lips, Omega is off the bed and on his feet, propelled by... nothing, just the need to move, volcanic hatred boiling up inside him after going so long without an eruption, and he wants so badly to throw something right through the goddamn wall but he promised her that he wouldn't and even if he did there is no one around who would deserve it, no one to crush or tear apart, no one left who should die horribly for this--!
He drags his fingers over his face and then -- Blue. Omega whirls back to her, swallowing fire, and quickly he's on his knees on the bed in front of her, taking her face in his hands; the only thing remotely gentle about him now is the way he touches her. Every other part of him is lethal.
"I should have killed him for you. I'm so fucking sorry I didn't." Sharp canines gleam as he bites out the words, almost gags on them. "If I could do it over again, he'd still be dying in pieces."
He had the chance. But it would have been too fast... and she needed him. That was more important than anything else, and Omega would have let Hoskins rot away untouched if it meant doing more to save his mate. But apparently that unholy bastard left a wound in her that still hasn't healed. It's festered this whole time and Omega never realized how deep it went.
"What do I do, Blue?" It's a urgent question, almost desperate. She is the one person who makes everything clear to him, always, the one who teaches him the right way. "Tell me what it is and I'll do it. Anything."