Chapter 58: Devil In My Dreams
Walter Pov
[MylittlePonyfan_RAin: Not a fan of his work but I still feel bad for him]
[ARI_ALIEN@?: My alpha to never 💀]
[MammacitaAlpha: We need to find this second omega, does anyone have any information?]
[OrangePotato: LOL even yo pack don’t want your ass😂]
[Alphadaddy: This is why omegas should stay at home and focus on pleasing their alphas instead of working, or they’ll get replaced]
"Bullshit, you stay home manwhore," I mumble under my breath, biting nervously at my nail as I scroll through the endless stream of comments under my recent social media post. They are filled with pity, hatred, and mockery, each one cutting deeper than the last.
[MoonlitPackQueen: Disgusting take. Omegas are not property, they are people.]
[ShadowWolf_92: Pack Spade is bold, I’ll give them that. But bold doesn’t mean smart.]
[PackLover_777: Two omegas? That’s insane. I don’t even have one.]
[OmegaRightsNow: This is exploitation. Omegas aren’t trophies.]
[SweetHoneyBear: Maybe it’s fated by the goddess. Maybe Walter himself wanted another omega. Don’t judge too fast.]
[WolfieSnaps: Some dumbass in comments said it’s the moon goddess’s plan 😂]
[BlueSkyDreamer: I hope the second omega is safe. This world is cruel.]
[Watmelion_Cros123: He has had it coming for a while. Who could keep up with his stuck‑up personality?]
That comment has 150k likes and sticks out like a sore thumb. Rage floods me, making my scent smell like burnt cinnamon. Who does Watermelion_Cros123 think they are? I’m going to sue this rat. I screenshot the comment with an irritated huff, already planning to send it to my agent later. We’ll see if this coward can run their mouth the same way they did behind the screen when dragged into court.
The elevator dings, snapping me out of my fury as we finally reach our floor. I shove my phone into my back pocket, my jaw tight. I need answers already. I need to see Torin, I wonder if he is relaxing or sleeping after putting me on the chopping block.
"Walter, calm down. I’m sure Torin has a perfectly good reason for this entire mess," Oril murmurs gently as we step out of the elevator.
I flash him a tight smile, brittle and forced. "I am perfectly calm."
I am not. But I won’t admit that. The last thing I need right now is more pity.
Oracle opens the door ahead of us, and instantly I’m hit by a Torin familiar musk and another smelling of... a strong vanilla. I close my eyes as I inhale the scent. Shit, this scent is unmistakable. I freeze in place, my body locking up. My nose twitches, my chest tightens. I know exactly who that scent belongs to, even though I’ve only smelt it a handful of times.
Lorali.
The ruler of my nightmares is back.
"Fuck..." Oril murmurs beside me, his voice low and strained. I know he recognizes the scent too. I force myself to keep moving, though every step feels heavier, and I am the last to enter the home that no longer smells or feels like my sanctuary.
"Oh good, you’re all back... took your time there."
We all flick our heads towards the sound of Torin’s voice. He descends the marble steps with a calming aura surrounding him like a man that was in pure bliss, his slippers clattering against the polished floor. The closer he comes towards us, the stronger the vanilla scent becomes, clinging to him like he has bathed in it.
"You all look as if you’ve seen a dragon... or a vampire," Torin says smoothly, his tone casual, as if nothing is wrong, as if he hasn’t just ruined everything from our stability, careers and life.
"What have you done?" Oril demands, his voice breaking the silence before any of us can exhale.
Torin raises his hands, feigning innocence. "I have no idea what you’re talking about, Oril."
Oril exhales sharply, his irritation spilling over. "Don’t feign ignorance. You know exactly what we’re talking about!" His voice rises, echoing through the hall, but Torin remains quiet, unbothered, his expression unreadable.
"Lorali," I cut in, my voice seething, unable to bear his act any longer. "Why did you release that statement about her joining Spade Pack?"
"Oh, that’s what you’re talking about," Torin gasps theatrically, clapping his hands as if he’s just unlocked a memory. "I decided to give Lorali a place in the pack. The sooner the world knows, the sooner the media frenzy will end." He waves his hand dismissively, as if this decision is simple and harmless.
Kei clicks his tongue, his patience snapping. "You may be Pack Alpha, but you cannot make such decisions by yourself. This affects all of us!" His voice is filled with an emotion I can’t quite put my finger on, but Torin only gives him an unimpressed look.
"I tried to get all of your input," Torin replies coldly. "But you all took your time getting back from the funeral. I was very clear when I said hurry."
The realization hits me like a train. Those damn pizzas. We traded our lives for pizza which were... Oracle’s suggestion. My gaze snaps to him, suspicion burning in the back of my mind.
He looks too calm, too composed, as if he expected this to happen. Was he in on this? Did he delay us on purpose, so Torin could justify making this decision alone? It makes sense. Why else would Oracle disobey Torin? He never does that.
"I don’t see why you’re all reacting this way," Torin continues, his voice steady, his eyes sweeping over us. "Lorali is a member of this pack. People need to know." He looks at us as if we are the unreasonable ones, the ones out of control.
"She is not a member of this pack!" Oril shouts, his voice raised, louder than normal, a rare eruption from him, his fury raw and unrestrained.
"Oril, face it. She is. The girl has been in this pack for more than half a year. She is legally an omega of this pack!" Torin’s voice rises to match Oril’s, his calm demeanor finally cracking.
"That doesn’t change the fact that we never accepted her!" Oril spits back, his eyes blazing. "She is an unwanted guest, forced upon us by your father. Torin, she has no place here!"
Torin scoffs, his own rage surfacing. "So where do you want her to go? Your dipshit twin bonded with her, making her chances of finding another pack a thousand times harder. If your far fetched dream does come true and she leaves here, she’ll face the odds of being forced‑matched by the council or worse, she’ll end up in an auction. And that is exactly what you want to happen to her, isn’t it?"
The words hang heavy in the air.The walls feel like they’re closing in, the scent of vanilla suffocating me as the tension between Oril and Torin grows.
"I NEVER said that, and neither did I mean it!" Oril is flabbergasted at Torin’s accusation, and so are we all. What made him jump to omega auctions? That’s a strong, dangerous accusation to throw at someone.
"Then, I’ll ask you again," Torin presses as his eyes locked on Oril. "If your far‑fetched dreams ever come true and Lorali leaves this pack, where is she going?"
I watch Oril bite the inside of his cheek, a vein throbbing on his forehead. His silence is heavy and his rage barely contained. He clearly can’t answer Torin.
"You know, Oril," Torin continues, his tone dripping with venom, "you may be one of the most self‑righteous people I’ve ever met. Why is it Lorali must suffer just so Walter can feel secure that he won’t be abandoned? That makes you not only a shitty second, but also a shitty mate. Because why on earth would Walter be so insec—"
Torin doesn’t finish. In the speed of lightning, Oril’s fist connects with his cheek, the crack echoing through the room. Torin stumbles back, and in an instant, a full‑on brawl erupts between the two.
The rest of us rush forward, except Augi, the only person you can separate these two remains seated on the couch, his massive frame relaxed, watching the drama unfold like it’s entertainment. The rest of us try to pull them apart, but we only get caught in the crossfire. Kei takes a backhand to the head, stumbling with a curse, while Oracle receives a jab to his freshly fixed nose from Oril’s elbow, blood threatening to spill again.
I move back and stand frozen, staring at the chaotic scene in front of me, tears threatening to fall. Is this what has become of my pack? Fighting every other day, tearing each other apart? No matter how hard I’ve tried to bring things back to normal, this scene proves that whatever I’ve done is nothing. Nothing at all.
Unconsciously, I lift my gaze, desperate to look away from the fight. And there she is. The devil in my dreams. The ruler of my nightmares.
Lorali.
She stands on the upper floor, her face covered in bandages, her figure framed by the glass railing. For a fleeting second, a glimmer of amusement flashes in her eyes as she watches Torin and Oril rip each other to shreds, fists pounding on each other’s faces and rage spilling. But the glimmer vanishes as quickly as it appears and is replaced by immense sorrow.
Only then do I realize her eyes are no longer locked on the fight. They are locked on Augi.
Augi’s head is tilted back, his gaze arched upward, his eyes dancing in hers. The tension between them is palpable, electric, like love at first sight. My stomach twists violently. I don’t fucking like it. What the hell is happening here?
As if on instinct, I move. Ignoring the fight raging behind me, I step in front of Augi, my back to him, severing the moment they were having with their eyes. My gaze snaps up to her instead.
Her lips curve into a smile. Then she winks at me slightly tilting her head. And before she disappears from view, she blows me a kiss. A kiss I’m certain none of these idiots saw.
She moves away from the railing, vanishing from sight, but my mind replays that wink over and over, looping like a curse. And then it clicks. My eyes snap back to Torin and Oril, still locked in their brutal fight.
She did this. She instigated this whole thing.
I scoff at the realization, fury boiling in my chest. The damn bitch. She is crazy.
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