CHAPTER 194
~Darien's Point Of View~
Darien presses his foot onto the accelerator of the red, armor-plated luxury sedan. The Alpha estate gates are massive wrought iron crests glinting under the twilight, but his focus is miles away, back in the stifling cage of Headmaster Halric Varrow's office.
He cracks his knuckles that are raw where they split Amias's skin, and his throbbing jaw from the payback blow he took. But the physical pain is pleasant compared to the screeching siren in his mind: Morgan. She chose Morgan.
That thought sends a tremor through his hands, and he accelerates, pressing the gas pedal into the floor, blurring the roadside trees into streaks of black and emerald.
'Control,' the voice of his mother, the one that haunts him every time he's about to act out of character hushes him. 'You are losing control, Darien. You are behaving like an un-sired Omega.'
