All Good Things

A little more than two years have passed since Clint purchased his Omega, Trevor, at the auction (Soul Mate for Sale). Can there really be a happy ever after for two shifters who found each other there?
“Do you still love me?”
“I..I think so,” Trevor said slowly, dropping his face to his hands. “I mean, whatever this has been, it has remained steady.”
“Whatever this has been?” I repeated, my stomach clenching. “You used to say you love me. Now you don’t know if you ever did?”
I desperately wanted Trevor to correct me, to say that he had misspoken. To assure me that he loved me. That wasn’t what happened. Instead, he tried to swallow a little sob and looked up, his beautiful blue eyes awash with tears and his bottom lip trembling.
“I see.” A million more questions ran through my mind, but I forced them – and my confused wolf – back. “Can you tell me more? How long have you felt this way?” I swallowed hard. “Do..you want the claim reversed?”
“I don’t know.” He was choking on his sobs, and I had to fight every Alpha instinct to keep from touching him, comforting him. There was nothing I could do to stop the pheromones that my body released at his distress, though. “Things were so bad until you bought me and it’s better here.” He winced at the word. “But that’s it, isn’t it? You didn’t choose me. You bought me because I was convenient, because I was different.” He dashed the tears from his eyes. “Do you really think you would love me if we had met the normal way?”
“I know I would,” I insisted immediately even though I already knew that this was an argument I couldn’t win. “There was an amazing number of Omegas in that place. You know that. You were the only one I responded to. You’re meant to be mine.”
Trevor attempted a smile, but it was a weak imitation of his usual warm grin. “That’s pheromones, sex.” He shook his head sadly. “That’s not love.”
I could have argued that point, but I could tell that he had more he didn’t want to say. “And?”
“I feel like I’m being forced into a role I didn’t study for,” my mate whispered haltingly. “I don’t feel like I belong here anymore.”