Adrian's POV
Although resentment threatened to consume me whole after hearing that, why was I still feeling this way? I asked myself as malice rose in my chest like acid. I couldn't even bring myself to move my legs, to stand from the crouch position I had hidden and release Lance like I'd come to do. To save him.
I had already made my decision to abort his baby, his child he didn't even know he'd fathered. So why were my hands trembling? Why did the words — worthless parasites — loop in my head, playing on a cruel repeat?
If he ever knew what I was, I'd be nothing more than a worthless omega to him as well. If he—
Shit, Adrian. We are not here for his approval, I told myself, forcing my breath steady. I pushed the thought away and rose, tiptoeing forward now that the men had left.
I hovered over him, my chest tight, staring down at the bound figure. Our gazes met for a shuttering second before I moved to his feet.
