Psychopathic (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 17

It seemed like crying was all he did lately.

At this point Ari didn't know if he cried out of anguish, pain, or jealousy.

That made Ari wonder what it would be like if life was just a tiny bit easier. If things were different, would he have led a different life or would he still continue to suffer the way that he suffered right now?

Ever since he met Eli, people seemed to think the worst of him. It was as if all he did was the wrong thing to do when all he wanted was to just be with someone he enjoyed being with. Life, or maybe the moon goddess herself, did not like it whenever he's happy. It certainly seemed that way.

It favored people like Eli who seemed to have everything Ari ever wanted without even trying.

Like the main character of a perfect fairytale.

The only omega in their town, everyone thought he was so special. Eli charmed the whole pack and everyone loved him, and those who didn't would never dare and voice it. Not when Eli was their future luna and their alpha's mate.

The tall, strong, and handsome alpha who became so loving and protective the moment he laid eyes on Eli like nothing else in the world mattered. He even had two living parents who clearly loved him, but who could blame anyone for loving a son, a mate, and a person like that?

Ari knew he sounded bitter, but he couldn't help his jealousy.

Not when he returned late at night with his mother barely sparing a glance at him even though he was clearly injured. There wasn't a single hint of worry on her face and he knew that she wished that he hadn't return and was dead instead. He just knew.

He was also jealous because he knew Eli didn't have to spend the whole night torturously trying to take his clothes off only to look at a bruised wounded body. There were many scrapes that he got from running through the woods, and there were the wounds he got from being roughly pushed down before he felt claws slashing his back.

The gaping wound looked horrendous and gruesome, and it made Ari wonder if he was going to pass out from blood loss before he managed to take off all his clothes.

When he tried to wash off all the grime and blood everything burned the moment water touched him. There were so many cuts, so much pain, and so many invisible injuries that made washing himself off seem like torture. Ari should have gone to a healer instead of relying on his healing. Being a werewolf with enhanced healing was certainly a blessing, but even that couldn't keep up with all his injuries.

Ari felt like death when he reached his bed, and he couldn't help but think of everything that transpired. Would he ever matter to anyone?

All he could think of was how his mother didn't care about him.

How Rowan grabbed Eli and ran away leaving him behind.

How the only way he survived from something so horrible was because of Constantine.

It was a hellish night. Everything about it was awful. There was so much pain, and so much brutality. The images of Constantine killing that feral refused to leave his head, and worse of all, when he closed his eyes and tried to sleep, he remembered the sounds of the feral struggling for his life. It was all an ongoing nightmare in his head.

It had to be the deranged killer who saved him.

That thought continued as he drifted in and out of sleep, tossing and turning as he felt the burning sensation of his wounds subside. Ari couldn't help but wish Constantine had killed him like he killed all the others, but even that wasn't granted to him.

He wished to die even more when he heard his mother speak pleasantly in a tone so alien to him before there was a knock on his bedroom door. From the footsteps, he could guess who it was as he slowly rose from the only thing that brought him comfort at that moment, the warmth of his bed.

"One minute." He said putting on something with long sleeves because that's all what he knew to do, hide things from others.

Ari opened the door only to be met with scorn.

"You messed up big time." Rowan told him as if he didn't already know. Her hands were folded and she was angry. "What were you thinking putting Eli in danger like that?"

"Is he okay?"

"No thanks to you."

Eli looked down in what might appear to be shame, but it wasn't. It was bitterness.

"I swear, I don't know what exactly to think. I saw and heard everything." She continued recalling the day before when Ari had led Eli somewhere secluded. In her mind, there was no doubt about his intentions. Everything was clear as day to her. "What you're doing is disgusting. You know that, right?"

"Disgusting how?" He asked unfeelingly.

"Don't act oblivious now. I saw you take him there; you were very close when you asked what was wrong. You're lucky it was me who witnessed it and not Alec." That was true, all of it was true. He did lean close to Eli, closer than he had to maybe. Alec would have probably been enraged if he saw it. "That was an obvious tactic to get close to him. He has a mate, Ari. It is Alec."

"I am aware."

"Then stop whatever it is you're doing."

"Is that all you care about?" Ari couldn't help but look down at an obviously bloodied shirt lying on the floor, and Rowan followed his gaze finally noticing it. "That was from last night. You left me alone."

"I am pretty sure you could have handled a beta." Rowan scoffed reminding him once again that he was not the same as Eli. "Don't try to play victim here. If it was Eli things would have been different."

That's right. Eli was an omega not a beta.

The two were different.

Rowan couldn't be blamed, he needed to remember that. A beta against a feral beta would get away with wounds, but an omega against a feral beta would result in something much worse. Death was only one of them because omegas are that weak. Still, would it kill to show some concern?

Nobody ever showed any type of concern towards him.

That's why he cried.

He couldn't say anything so he just cried.

Taken aback, Rowan hesitatingly pulled him into a hug. She was angry at him, but that didn't mean they weren't friends. She wasn't going to let him cry alone.

"It's okay, I know it is hard." She shushed him allowing him to cry into her shoulder. That was all he needed, and she didn't know how right she was.

Nothing was easy for him.