When Ren's voice was no longer audible, Zayden finally stopped throwing whatever he could get his hands on. It was his desperate attempt to make the omega's voice inaudible.
His chest heaved violently as he stood amidst the wreckage, the room torn apart around him. His breathing came uneven, ragged, as though each inhale scraped against something broken inside him. Tears gathered in his blood-red eyes, blurring his vision—but he refused to let them fall.
How could he…?
How could Ren deceive him like this?
No.
His head snapped down in a sharp shake, as if trying to force the thought away. It was his fault. His fault for being deceived in the first place, for letting his guard slip even for a moment when he had sworn he never would. His fault for trusting a stranger. For giving an omega his heart. For forgetting what he had promised himself long ago—never to trust a human again.
