Conflict between duty and love

Omar’s POV

The scent of disinfectant lingers heavily in the air, sticking to my nostrils, feeling the same as if someone stubbed a towel soaked with bleach over my face. Its suffocating scent irritates, triggering gag reflex, tears and the urge to sneeze, all at once. It is mixed with the faded smell of rotting and soil, although this other scent seems to waft from somewhere in the distance. I feel paralysed, incompetent and helpless. Useless. That’s what I am. I am a poor excuse for a mate. I couldn’t even protect my soul mate. The last thing before my very eyes were hers. Beautiful ambers encrusted with a thousand tears that shone around her eyes, making them look like a jewel with a halo effect. And those tears were not spilt because of her pain and fear. No, she cried for fear of the future that is to be bestowed on her sisters, on her coven and…I felt it. She cried because she was afraid for me, too. She was mortified when Alpha beat me up.

I? I wasn’t afraid for myself. It wo