Henry's POV Three hours had passed since Niylah locked herself away, refusing to open the door despite our pleas. I realized I had become more than just a jerk to her, I was a heartless monster. I had toyed with her emotions like a cruel joke. Deep down, I knew she deserved the best, not a beast like me. She had a soft heart, and I didn't deserve to be near her. I couldn't shake the thought of how I could punish myself for my actions. Sleeping with my best friend's mate for over a year? I didn't deserve happiness. Niylah was the only one who brought a smile to my face, and yet I didn't even deserve that. If she ended up with Liam, I wouldn't be bothered. She deserved someone like him. I crushed another empty can in my hand, tossing it aside and grabbing another. The sound of the can opening echoed through the air like a haunting melody. I raised it to my lips, but a hand grabbed it, I raised my head and it met Alex's own, his eyes blazing with anger. "Let go!" I yelled, t
Niylah's POV I secluded myself in the empty room for what felt like days sobbing over a self-centered jerk; What Henry had said played on repeat in my mind over and over again. ‘It was all lies’. Those four words pierced my chest like a dagger and milked away what little hope I had left. Whenever my eyes drifted closed from exhaustion, I was met with his cruel smile—mocking me—judging me for something I couldn’t change. All I could do was stare at the wall and cry. Occasionally, for some reason or another, Henry or Alex knock at the door to check on me. They’d plead with me to exit the room to eat something or at the very least drink some water, but I’d always refuse. Not out of spite, mind you. My refusal wasn’t driven by hate or malice, nor was it driven by the desire to have Henry care one last time. I physically couldn’t move from that spot and didn’t have the energy to worry about it. Just as I had been about to drift off to sleep a granola bar was shoved violently against the
Henry’s POVHearing her cries echo from the room made me feel nauseous. I couldn’t bear hearing her suffer over something I stupidly said. It was a way to protect her. Letting her go so that she could be with someone better was an act of mercy on my part. I was doing her a service, even if she didn’t realize that yet. One day, when she becomes mates with someone worth a damn, she might even learn to thank me for my sacrifice.She shouldn’t cry over it.Not now. Not ever. Crying over a man like me, and starving herself was pointless.Niylah had been in that room for four, going on five, hours now, and the sound of her sobs still echoed through the halls. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed a way to cope with the pain of hearing her cry out in agony, but, thanks to Alex, I didn't have any liquid courage to numb my senses.As I paced outside her door, my mind raced with worry and guilt. Was it possible for someone to keel over from a broken heart? I sure hoped not, especially for someon
Niylah’s POVThat was definitely weird.It was weirder than normal, even for Henry. Why did he have to go into such a disgusting level of detail over a simple question? ‘Where’s Alex’ didn’t warrant much of an answer at all. A simple ‘He went to the bathroom,’ would’ve been fine. Hell, Henry could’ve just said Alex had to run. He didn’t even have to explain where exactly Alex went for me to catch a hint.“He’s such a—” I stopped myself before the thought could fully form. Five hours was more than enough to cry over a man who didn’t even spare a second glance my way.As I sipped on the lukewarm water I felt a heaviness in my chest. Exhaustion weighed me down, both emotionally and physically. All I wanted to do was sleep and forget the heartache. I curled myself up in bed, ignoring the world around me, and tried my best to fall into a deep slumber. But sleep would never come.No matter what I tried, it was impossible to shut my brain off completely. Not even the imagery of sheep could s
Niylah’s POVThe tension between the two Alphas was like a fishing line about to snap. As they stood facing one another, neither showing signs of backing down, it was clear that something was wrong. Why did Henry suggest that Liam’s kindness was fake? Better yet, why did Henry appear to be so livid despite making a mockery of my affection earlier?I stood behind Liam as directed, feeling a hand wrap protectively around mine. He held himself tall and strong, acting as a shield between me and the perceived danger in front of us. I knew that there was nothing to fear, Henry wouldn’t hurt me, but I’d be lying if I said Liam’s possessiveness didn’t make my heart skip a beat. Silence stretched between them, broken only by the sound of Liam's steady breathing and the distant hum of city life beyond the park. I could see the muscles in Henry's jaw clench and release repeatedly throughout the duration of their standstill. It was a clear sign of frustration, but over what exactly?Finally, Henr
Henry’s POVShe couldn’t be serious.There’s no way.There’s absolutely no way Niylah was serious. It almost sounded like she intended to pursue things with Liam right after I ended things. Did she have no shame? No remorse at all? I know I said that she should find someone better, but I didn’t mean that same night. It’s not my fault this happened.Besides, we had that moment with the granola bar and water. She laughed and came out to thank me for the thoughtful gesture. I thought maybe things could go back to something less complicated. Something easier to manage! Sure, she may not have known it was I who had given her the food, but her thanks had been directed towards me nonetheless. So why did she want to part ways now? We were bound to run into each other again, especially since we went to the same school. It was impossible to avoid each other completely.Before I could even open my mouth offer a retort, Niylah had stormed off without so much as a second glance. The slam of the do
Niylah’s POVI look up from the sheets of music cluttering the grass in front of me and fixate my gaze on Liam. He sat about four feet away, leaning his head against the nearby brick wall. A comforting warmth spreads throughout my chest the moment his eyes connect with my own. His unwavering support throughout this tough time has been something I’ve grown to rely on with every fiber of my being. I no longer had to worry about what to say and whether or not it would offend the person sitting next to me. Everything felt easy with Liam. There was nothing to worry about now he and I were friends.No amount of words in the dictionary could express how grateful I am for Liam.“When I was little,” I began, unsure why I felt comfortable enough to tell Liam this, but I had no intentions of stopping myself either. “When I was little I used to dream that my music could take me away from everything.”I lowered my gaze back to the sheets of paper and smiled to myself. It wasn’t a happy smile, but
Niylah’s POVIt was three days until D-day and I couldn’t be more nervous.Why wouldn’t I be? All this time I’ve been submissive, allowing others to trample on me as they please. I cowered down at the first sight of adversity and took whatever abuse came my way. Whether the abuse came from a person who was supposed to love me the most or some cheap bully with anger issues, I never stood up for myself.I used to be an insecure Omega before I came to this school; so much so, that I lacked any sense of self-worth. But now, I was a force to be reckoned with, ready to take on anyone who dared to challenge me; and I have no mercy to give to the people who didn’t offer any to begin with.I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. It wouldn't do any good to be anxious now; there was no going back to the person I was before. I was like a caterpillar emerging from its cocoon after a long nap. I had the choice to become something beautiful like a monarch butterfly or something obnoxio