She Killed His Luna

Omega Trauma

Jaxon’s POV

The cigarette stick between my lips didn’t bring any sort of thrill to me, nor did the view of the busy city from my bedroom. I kept having that feeling again. That feeling I thought I had relinquished as a child and it was caused by the motherfucker who found its way to my pack. Her familiar scent reminded me of all the trauma I had faced as a kid_ which caused my profound hatred for all omegas.

Even as a full-grown man, I could still recall the image of the woman who made me like this_ the monster I had become. Maybe I shouldn’t have made her death so easy, maybe then, all this wrath would have left me after all these years.

Cecelia; my worst nightmare. Even at the thought of her name, my wolf growled in anger and I could still feel that pang of pain in my chest. An omega who poisoned my mother and got married to my father, the previous Alpha of the dark moon pack. I couldn’t count how many times I had been abused by both of them, physically, mentally, and emotionally. As a 10-year-old child, I felt neglected and I was better, with nothing to vent my anger.

During the process of bringing the cigarette stick back to my lips, my eyes caught sight of the visible scar on my right hand and my mind immediately drifted back to the shackles I once had around my wrist and how repeatedly my hand was passed through hot flames. All in a bid to punish me for trying to run away. And how she flushed my mother's ashes down the toilet just to see the pain in my eyes.

“Cecilia,” I said with so much anger as I took a drag from the cigarette stick.

I still recalled how revolting her scent was_ so bad that it made me sick to the stomach. I loathed her so much, but couldn’t do anything about it. Telling my father was not an option because that fucker didn’t believe a thing I said. Almost as though he had been charmed by something in her, but it was definitely not her looks.

After years of hurdling anger, I got my wolf and finally had the chance to vent all of it.

I killed them all

And I never regretted it.

The new girl had the same scent as my stepmother and each time it hit my senses, I had the urge to repeat what I had done years back. Even my wolf_ Huxley was agitated at the sight of her. It was certain we both hated her. But I didn’t want to kill her. I was going to make her do what Cecelia never did_ bow to me

The door to the room I was lost in thoughts in opened and Kate walked in. I could see the frown on her face as she made her way toward me. “This has to stop” she snatched the cigarette from my lips

“Are you talking about the cigarette or…?”

“I’m f*****g talking about Amaya” she snapped at me with a lot of anger in her eyes.

Such a pure soul. Kate wouldn’t do anything to hurt a fly. While I on the other hand was more of a predator. Sometimes I couldn’t help but wonder how we ended up as mates because the two of us were so different from each other. She was too good for my venomous heart.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” she asked when I chose to stay quiet. The last thing I wanted to do was to discuss about that fucker in front of Kate. I wasn’t sure she would be able to hold the anger I was willing to let out.

“You need to understand one thing Jaxon. That girl is not Cecelia. You can’t judge an entire kind based on one person’s mistake”

“Oh yes, I can” I roared angrily. “How could I not? When everything about her reminds me of Cecelia. And her f*****g goddamn scent too” in frustration I grabbed yet another cigarette and placed it between my lips.

“How many damn times do I have to tell you to forget about the past? If you continue like this, the hate is going to consume you and you will end up becoming like them” she said, but that didn’t move me a bit. As a matter of fact, I wanted to be like them. Maybe then, I wouldn’t be filled with so much trauma. My mind would be as cold as my father’s and I wouldn’t know what guilt meant like my stepmother_ even on the verge of her death.

“Jaxon leave the girl alone. I mean it” she said through gritted teeth “I was the one who approved her, not you and I will not entertain you treating her like that” I wasn’t listening to any of what she said, but I listened when I heard her say. “If you love me Jaxon, you’d leave her alone”, she let out before leaving.

She used my weakness against me and that was the love I had for her. She knew it couldn’t be compromised and that was why she did that. “Well isn’t this f*****g great” I muttered under my breath as I puffed out smoke from my lips.

“Game over buddy,” said my wolf, Huxley