Elijah’s P.O.V

I walk down the stairs, feeling a little feverish as I repeat again and again what I will say in my head. I know that everything will go different than what I planned for hours, because no one can guess the future. However, it still brings a peaceful feeling to my body to have a structured plan already made. Also, if things were to go south, I already have everything packed, therefore I would bolt out of the house and take the bus to my new home before something bad happen. Worst case scenario, I wouldn’t ever see my adoptive family again.

I come to a stop before the kitchen’s entrance and take a huge breath, before going in. The scent of steak’s spices tickles my nose and my twigs like members relax a little bit. Werewolves love steak and whenever they eat some they are in a better mood, which means I have better chances to escape in one piece.

Hurray

As of me, I’m a weird case. I like vegetable way more than meat, which is pretty strange as I am a werewolf, but I guess I’m the exception to the rule. Samuel seems to understand me a bit more than Alexander or the twins, he doesn’t dislike vegetable, while he has to threaten Alexander and the twins for them to eat their vegetables. Imagine a cute little omega pouting while pointing a finger to the vegetables while the big bad Alpha mumbles under his breath about being the dominant one and reluctantly eating broccoli with a disgusted face. That happens every time we eat. It’s pretty funny. To think that such a weak person can make a strong one obeys, and all that in the name of love. I guess it’s nice to be in love. I don’t really know what it’s like to fall in love.

After what happened with my elementary school’s teacher, I was so ashamed of my body that I didn’t want to consider being with someone. I locked my heart, because I knew that all the durable relationships need to have physical contact and one day show your body to the other person. I won’t be able to, I’m to disgusted with myself, so the relationship will only end in a broken heart. And even if I’m somewhat able to show it, the other would surely be as disgusted as I’m and break up with me. I will feel his eyes full of criticism and disgust on my body and it will break me. Therefore, I decided to give up on any form of relationship and stay alone for the rest of my life.

Well, not completely alone, because now I have Oreo.

“Is the food not to your liking, Eli?” my sweet adoptive mother asks, taking me out of my thoughts. While I was thinking all this, I sat on my chair and started to pick at my food without eating anything, which worried Samuel. I quickly shake my head and start eating. Before coming down, I already decided to talk after eating, because it could be my last meal ever made by Samuel, so I need to enjoy it to its fullest. I eat slowly, chewing every bite until my plate is completely clean. I take a napkin and wipe my mouth before taking a huge breath with my nose and slowly exhaling it. My hands grip the chair on each side until my knuckles are white, before I clear my throat, successfully gathering everyone’s attention.

I gulp with difficulty as I feel four pair of eyes on me and open my mouth to speak, only for my throat to constrict and no sound to come out.