" It's what I wish, those people are not worth you going to prison for. Not for me. " She put the truck in reverse, and he backed away from the truck, watching her leave, wondering why she would think so little of herself.
When Luka got home, she fed her horses and dogs first before she took her shower and got herself something to eat.
Her day had been interesting to say the least. She had a murder case; she found her Alpha. An Alpha who wanted to kill those who had harmed her in her past. She didn't want them dead; she only wished for Karma to bite them all in the ass.
Her mother told her of one of the girls that used to bully her got married, had a kid, had a good life, then she got caught with another man, her husband divorced her and took the kid with him. And to add to it, her kid wanted nothing to do with her, her car broke down, her home burned down after that, so yeah, karma was going around to those that did harm her.
She had done nothing to those people, she was shy then, she tried to make friends with them, she really did try, but for whatever reason, they wanted nothing to do with her, it couldn't have been because she was an Omega, she knew status from an early age.
So, she reverted to being a loner and went to the library. Read ahead in reading class or history or in any of her classes, she loved to read, books and fanfictions took to places she could only dream of or secretly wish to be a part of and away from the reality that was Life if only for a little while.
But they didn't like that either, called her a geek, bookworm, weirdo, loser, bitch, among others, they spread a rumor that she must've been a lesbian because she dressed like a boy, she acted like a boy, even called her a demon when she let her nails grow out and file them to sharp points to match her other nails.
Oh, there had been times she wished she could turn and go after them, so many times she wanted to turn and tear into them and make feel as hurt as she was.
They would put things in her locker, bump into her on purpose, block her path to class to where she'd be late.
It went on like this up until high school, where Alpha's and Omega's were to find their chosen mate to be with.
The Alpha's in her school stayed clear of her, wish was fine with her, she didn't want any of them either.
Then one Alpha came up to her, he was new, he seemed like a nice boy, even defending her against the bullies, she should've known that it had all been a cruel joke to him and to the others.
She wasn't a lesbian, she merely chose to wear men's jeans, shirts, and shoes because she found them to be more comfortable than women's. She wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty or getting dirty unlike those other girls who relied on the males to do their work for them.
She didn't want to rely on a man to get a job done when it was so simple. Like changing a tire, changing the oil or spark plugs, replacing a battery in the car. Or plumbing, fixing a clogged toilet or a toilet that kept running instead of stopping, putting in a sink or tub.
She didn't actually put her bathtub in her house it was already there; she did however replace the faucet and knobs to it.
She learned all of this from her own mother who like her didn't rely on a man to get the job done, her father was a lazy man and didn't even know how to change a tire. So, her mother left him and took her with her.
Which was alright with her, her father didn't interact with her like her mother did and was practically a stranger to her. All he had done was sit on his ass, drink, smoke, and watch baseball or Derby.
She knew that she shouldn't have let what happened in high school get to her. But it hurt to hear the boy you thought was your One only for him to throw it in her face, she was grateful to her instincts holding her back from biting that bastard, he was a terrible Alpha.
She wasn't lying when she told Bell-Savji, that she wished that her ex's balls would get lopped off in an accident. She also wished that he'd get boils and blisters on his dick and balls and be so bad that they'd fester and ooz with puss. Him and his buddies. But also pitying the poor fellow doctor who had to treat them and their tiny dicks and balls.
Something that she assumed they had because they were actually intimidated by her being so independent, she threated their masculinity. Their immature masculinity.
She shook her head as she placed her dishes in her dishwasher and went onto bed.
---
The first case of her day turned into another murder case, another woman of the same build, hair color, eye color, nearly identical facial features even their style of clothes was the similar. She had taken a beating, she was raped, she was murdered by manual strangulation just like the woman from yesterday. Her hyoid bone had been broken; she was found near a set of stairs.
She stopped what she was doing and called the Police once again to inform them that they had another victim.