Fated reborn - Chapter 26: Chapter 26

"Sleepover huh?" I quirked an eyebrow and his lips stretched into a playful smile.
"What else is it supposed to be?" He quipped his smile stretching to meet his eyes.
He moved closer to me and took my elbow into his hands, pulling me up from my chair.
"Hey, I'm not done yet. And aren't you supposed to have your meal?" I asked him and his eyes darted to my nearly eaten plate. His eyes trailed to the kitchen and shrugged.
"Why not?" He let go of me and strolled into the kitchen and I dropped into my seat with a sigh, and immediately went back to eating.
Trent came back ten minutes later with a small bowl of his own and settled quietly into the seat Willow had occupied twenty minutes prior.
"Is that going to be enough for you? The plate is quite small." I said, gesturing to his plate that was also identical to Willow's.
I didn't know when worry started to rise in my chest as I thought about the possibility of Trent being in a similar eating situation to Willow.
On closer inspection, I noticed that all the times we had eaten, he had always taken portions that were that small but I had never truly noticed and connected the dots. Only on rare occasions had he taken extra and most of those times, we were somewhat alone.
I just hoped he and Willow didn't have an eating disorder of some sort.
"I'll manage." His reply was gruff and his jaw looked like it was set in stone. He hadn't glanced at me either and had his eyes trained on the sorry excuse of a meal in front of him.
My mood plummeted to my feet and I wondered how I didn't notice before. Suddenly I didn't feel like such a good friend.
"Trent?" I had wanted to sound firm but my voice came out like a plea. I was pleading. In my mind, I wanted to know what was wrong with my friend.
"It's just a a typical day for an omega like me." He said and I threw him a sidelong glance.
"This isn't the time for jokes." My words must have caused some sort of reaction in him because his gaze cut across to mine. Hard and direct.
He was nothing like the Trent I knew. Raw harsh pain shone prominently in his eyes and he gave me a humorless laugh.
"I wish I was." He didn't bother to elaborate and turned back to his meal, his shoulders hunched over like someone who had been defeated.
My mind was running through a millions possibilities a minute and that was when it hit me in the gut, head first.
Omega? Typical? It had all started to connect in my mind. A heavy weight settled on my shoulders when I realized that he was mistreated on a daily basis. And his small food portions were just the tip of it.
"Is it always like that?" I blurted out, my eyes trained on him and my chest constricting at him going through the food like a breeze.
That couldn't nearly be enough for him.
"Yes. Though some days are better than others but today wasn't one of the good days." He said, licking his lips.
I caught sight of something red, shiny, just beyond his lips. Blood.
"Did they hit you too?" I pressed, my blood bubbling in my chest.
How could they treat him or any omega like this? They were still creations of the moon goddess and whoever thought they were less than because they were more powerful physically disgusted me.
Was this how low the werewolf world had sunk?
"It could have been worse." Trent responded then locked his lips again. As though, reminding himself what he had been through a short while ago.
"No, it shouldn't be worse. It shouldn't even been bad!" I let out and Trent's eyes widened at my outburst.
"It is what it is. This is something I've been enduring since the day I learned what an omega is Wyn. It had only gotten worse from there, and now, I'm already used to it." Trent stated then shook his head wryly.
I wouldn't take that. Not as long as he was my friend.
How had I not seen this before? Had my Father known about this? He most definitely should because I didn't think anything went passed him in the pack house.
"Tell me who did this to you?" I said and Trent looked up, surprised.
I was even more surprised myself.
"There's nothing you can do about it Wyn." He responded with a sigh.
I didn't know that yet. Maybe I could do something to help. But his words made me realize I was clutching at straws and running on hot blooded emotions.
I let out a ragged breath I didn't know I was holding and regarded him, my eyes fleeting over his hunched over form and accessing for any more injuries I might have missed.
He caught my eyes darting over him and sighed again, more audibly this time.
"There's nothing you can do Wyn. And I'm fine really, they couldn't do a real number on me." His words sounded like something to reassure me but they only aggravated me more.
"They?" Trent winced having caught the error he made and my nostrils flared as I let out another ragged breath. And this time it was not to calm down or access the situation.
It was to let out pure, hot rage. My rage.
"So you're meaning to tell me that multiple supposedly "high ranking " wolves hit you just for the fun of it? Have you tried reporting this to my father? Hell, has anyone tried?"
My questions came out fire after fire and it seemed to me that I was asking myself all these questions rather than him.
"I have to do something about this."
I flew off my chair, knocking it down and a few others in the dining room snapped their heads in our direction at the crash.
We had started gaining the interest of others when our conversation started turning heated, at least on my end. But now, we had gotten everyone's attention wholeheartedly.
Trent looked up at me, his eyes flashing with fear but I was too mad to stop and think. I only wanted to act.
With that thought in mind, I turned around sharply with only one destination in mind.
My father's office.