Dear Omega,
I went out and got wasted with the guys last night.
I knew that I have no right to feel this. To feel this unbearable pain whenever I see you with him. With that f*****g weakling but damn it, I am not perfect.
I can't help but to feel insecure. To feel envious of that mother fucker. That mutt, he can make you smile when he's around you. Can even make you laugh with his stupid lame jokes.
Those simple things that I'm not good at when I'm with you.
Now I know... how being pathetic feels like.
The future Alpha
