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It’s after breakfast, and this will be the first time that I’ll be alone with Ghost.
I convinced Lincoln to join Thomas and let me spend this morning with Ghost by myself.
We need some Omega alone time.
After all, Lincoln knows that I memorized the code over his shoulder yesterday.
He trusts me not to rescue Ghost by myself and he clearly trusts Ghost to protect me.
I’m desperate to learn more about Ghost. I ache for both his touch and scent.
He feels like he’s mine.
More than anything, I want to save him.
Yet he growled and attempted to save me, when he thought that I was in danger.
I don’t think Ghost’s broken, at least, not in the way that Lincoln or Thomas mean.
As much as they may try to understand, they’re not Omegas.
From our births, if we’re elite, then we’re treasured, coddled, and controlled. But if we’re Rejects, especially defectives, then we’re shunned, excluded, and unloved.
Treated as lesser.
We learn to be stronger than anyone imagines. It’s an internal strength, the type that people don’t write songs or books about.
They fucking should.
You don’t need bulging muscles like Lincoln or to be as tall as Thomas to be a superhero.
Ghost has true courage within him.
What if he’s protecting himself the best that he can?
Would I be as resilient? Could I have survived?
OG won’t stop its feral growling. Its blanket has been removed as a consequence… It will only receive food, if it kneels immediately… OG can’t talk but can still lie with its tears.
I shudder.
I’m clutching a small tray in one hand. It contains a plate with cubes of Sugar’s favorite Cheddar cheese.
Win the cat, win the Omega.
I’m not above winning the heart of this man through his feline.
A steaming mug of Ghost’s black coffee balances next to the plate.
Ghost is as much of a coffee-a-holic as I am.
I’m going to bring and handfeed every one of Ghost’s meals to him to be sure that he can eat.
He’s too slim. No one in my pack is going to starve out of fear.
We can work toward Ghost feeding himself independently at his own pace.
I don’t mind handfeeding him and I think that he secretly loves it too.
