As I dug my heels into the ground I couldn't help, but think about what a hell-storm my life had become in the last couple days.

Thanks to Asher, my summer plans are ruined, I have horrible stomach aches, and my best friend-

My best friend kissed me.

It was sloppy and yet, sweet. Theo poured his whole heart out in that one kiss, and I could feel it. I pressed my hand against his t-shirt to stop him from going any further, but he only pulled me in closer. His body shook with nervousness and I could feel heat rise from his chest. He knew this was wrong.

And so did I.

Yet, as he continued to kiss me, I found myself giving in. My body shifted closer to his and I stopped resisting. I even closed my eyes and relaxed into the moment.

As I sat in the sand fully aware of last nights actions, the only thing I could blame for letting things escalate, was me. I wanted to feel what every Beta and Alpha had a chance to experience. I wanted my hands to fumble through someone's hair and laugh when my nose was playfully kissed.

More than anything, I wanted it with Theo.

But as his hand went to cradle the side of my head, all I could feel was a sharp pain reminding me Theo wasn't mine to be experiencing these things with.

"Sorry," He said quickly moving his hand away from my neck, but not releasing me. He closed his eyes and went in for another kiss, but I turned my head away.

"Theo, stop. I'm tired and you're drunk." I tried to push away from him, but he refused to budge.

"Please, Jonah," He said looking hard into my eyes.

"No, Theo-" I started to discourage him, but he kissed me again.

I grunted as he pushed me against the front door. His movements got sloppier and rougher and I was no longer enjoying myself. When my head hit the wood too hard, I had enough.

I took my free hand and punched him in the jaw. Theo staggered backwards and growled as he cradled his face. There was a high possibility that when he lifted his head, it wouldn't be Theo, but the animal side of him. 

I wasn't about to risk being pummeled, so I ran out the door and didn't look back.

My first instinct was to run to Asher and I hated that gut feeling. The idea made me want to punch myself in the face. Yet a dark disgusting side of me craved for him to hold me and tell me it's gong to be okay.

The memory of my younger self clinging to Asher flashed through my brain. As a child, that thought gave me hope and comforted me during rough nights, but now it just signified how messed up everything had become.

I headed for the beach and tried to run in the opposite direction from Asher's house, but my stomach felt like it was being put through a meat grinder.

I growled in defiance and turned around. I hate being an Omega.

Fine. I'll go toward my mate's house.

But I'm not going to be happy about it.