"Never hide things from hard-core thinkers. They get more aggravated, more provoked by confusion than the most painful truths."
Tough beta cop, Wang Yibo, wakes up one morning with a hangover and some very vague memories of the previous night. One o...
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YIBO POV
As I left the warehouse I saw some black and whites pulling around to the back of the building. Zhan must have called for backup. Awesome. I didn't remember him calling for backup once in the few years we'd been working together. But now he felt like it was necessary. Because of me. He obviously didn't trust me anymore and thought I was pretty much helpless.
I waved the men over to the open warehouse door as they got out of their cars but kept walking around the corner and back down the alley. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I wanted to get to the cruiser and get the hell out of there.
I was so mad at Zhan I couldn't see straight. I couldn't believe he felt like he had to protect me-that I couldn't handle my job anymore. After few years, I finally saw what he really thought of me. But how could I blame him? It was the way the whole world saw omegas. Including me.
But the thing that pissed me off more than anything, was that I felt like I was totally going to lose it. I was going to fucking cry.
I hadn't cried since I was a little kid. And I mean really little. Like before I even started grade school. It wasn't anything anyone ever told me that I shouldn't do; it was something that I knew from watching the alphas around me. Being a beta meant I had to constantly prove myself, especially around my dad and brother-who were both alphas. If I cried or showed any weakness around either of them, I knew I would lose their respect.
It's not like I didn't feel sadness or hurt or any of those kinds of emotions. I just learned how to control them. I learned how to put up a wall as soon as I felt anything like tears welling up inside me. I would turn my emotions off and make them disappear. Only now I didn't seem to be able to do that anymore. Now I found myself crying alone in my bed at night. Crying about how unfair this sudden change was. Crying about the fact that I was about to lose my job because of it. And crying because the one person I wanted to talk to-my best friend in the whole world-couldn't possibly respect me anymore.
No one respected omegas.
I just wanted the old me back. I wanted to stuff my stupid emotions inside and get on with my life. If I could get that back-the control I had of myself and everything around me-then my life would be normal again. I could get drunk and fuck random men and I would be safe because, with all that, I didn't have to feel.
Not like what I was trying unsuccessfully to stuff down now. My stupid feelings for Zhan.
I hated him for doing this to me. For making me fall in love with him. I hated being an omega and having all these crazy hormones and feelings constantly flowing throughout my body. It felt like everything inside me was sitting right on the surface, and the slightest touch-just one tiny drop of water-would upset the whole glass and send everything cascading over the edge.
I heard the car door open and immediately wiped my face dry, then turned toward the window so Zhan couldn't see my eyes. I knew he wouldn't respect me if he saw me crying. Not that he did anymore, anyway.
