D'Angelo
The morning after my coronation was terrible. I woke up with a headache threatening to burst my skull open. But when memories of last night flooded back, the headache paled in comparison to the painful heartache that struck me like a blow.
My mate.
The one person destined to be my perfect match, was an omega, belonging to the lowest rung of society, poor, uneducated, and undesirable for my status.
The thought of being bonded to an omega felt like a curse. I rubbed my forehead in an attempt to shake off the lingering fogginess, but my mind kept recoiling at the thought of this impossible union.
How could the goddess be so cruel?
I thought myself fortunate, born into old money had alpha blood, and was destined for power and privilege. I enjoyed the finest life had to offer and was crowned alpha of one of the most powerful packs on the south coast, a position many envied. But now, luck seemed to have abandoned me.
It was as if the moon goddess had declared, "You've had your share of blessings, boy, time to change your fate."
And change it she did.
An alpha-Omega bond was unthinkable, a union that would be seen as a weakness by other alphas, an opportunity to be exploited. But I couldn't stop thinking about the girl.
A sharp knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. "D'Angelo, are you awake?" Leo's cheerful voice carried through the wood.
Without waiting for my response, he swung the door open."The packmates are here to celebrate again! You know how they love a good party."
I let out a groan as Leo's cheerful knock echoed through my room. The last thing I wanted was another loud, boisterous gathering. My luck was that my mansion was huge and soundproof and I could indulge in some much-needed peace.
"Tell them I'm sick," I muttered, hoping Leo would understand. But he wore a mischievous glint in his eye, and I knew I was in for another long day of festivities.
“The Alpha never gets sick. Come on, D'Lo. You can't stay cooped in here all day. I'm trying to handle everything, but I'm running short of excuses.”
Running a hand over my hair, I heaved myself from bed, knowing there was no way around it. Then I steered the conversation elsewhere.
"How's the omega doing? Did she tell the truth about her mom's illness?"
Leo paused for a moment to consider my question before heading to my walk-in closet to get my outfit for the day ready.
“As far as we know,” he said, still sorting through my clothes, “she has a mother who is alive. Her skin didn't have a healthy pallor, which is very common among omegas, but they're at the lake house now. I made sure they were comfortable, though I wouldn't normally give a fuck about them.”
Relief washed over me. At least the omega wasn't a liar. "Thanks, Leo. I owe you one."
He waved off my gratitude. "You shouldn't go to the lake house today.”
I faced him with a frown. “And why is that?”
“The more distance between you and them, the better." His voice softened. "Treat the omega girl like a sickness, an ache. If you don't find a cure, it'll rot you from the inside out."
I didn't respond. What response could I even give to his suggestion when my mind was already racing with thoughts of her—her scent, her touch, her eyes? It was all too much.
"I need a bath," I finally said, standing up abruptly. "Excuse me."
Leo left and the door closed behind him, I let out a ragged breath and strode to the bathroom. The tub was massive, carved from marble. I turned on the faucet and watched as steam rose like a veil.
Stripping off my clothes, I sank into the tub and let the heat seep into my bones. My mind wandered back to her and my wandering thoughts made me clench my fists. Why did she have to be a damn omega?
Why couldn't she be an alpha, strong and fierce like me? Or even a delta wolf?
I submerged myself completely, holding my breath and trying to drown out my thoughts. When I resurfaced, gasping for air, I knew I needed to stop this madness.
After getting dressed, I headed downstairs. My feet were heavy with reluctance. When I reached the bottom step, I saw that my pack mates were already deep into another round of celebration. They were at it again, partying like animals.
I pushed open the door to the general living room, and a wave of noise washed over me. The room was already packed, with people spilling out into the hallway. I spotted a few familiar faces from last night's revelry, now clutching coffee cups and looking decidedly worse for wear. There was our pack's resident party animal, slumped on the couch with a beer in hand, despite the early hour. And our pack's lead singer was belting out a loud tune on the makeshift stage.
It was only seven am, and yet, the party showed no signs of slowing down.
Forcing a smile, I made my way through the crowd, nodding politely at the well-wishers who approached me. Virgins adorned with colorful beads that clattered on their hips swayed their bodies to the rhythm and jiggled their waists as they danced around me. Children gathered around, excited and holding woven baskets filled with an assortment of gifts for me.
I forced a smile onto my face, pretending to be happy, but my heart wasn't in it. Zina, my gamma's wife and my ex approached me, a warm smile on her face.
She pulled me in a tight hug, her perfume filling my senses. “Where have you been? You went AWOL yesterday. I prepared your favorite breakfast, just the way you like it."
Forcing a smile, I linked my hand with hers. We locked eyes, hers displaying concern.
“You've been acting strange since coronation night.”
"I'm alright," I forced a smile.
She nudged me.”No, you’re not. I can tell when something is bothering you because I know you too well—like the back of my hand. Talk to me.”
I nodded, affirming I was fine "It's complicated," I admitted. “I'll tell you later.”
On my way to the dining room, Alexis, my unwanted and unexpected baby mama with a penchant for drama, was making her way towards me with a wide smile.
Alexis was stunningly attractive. Ironically, she shared the same ash-blond hair color and blue eyes as my omega mate. The main difference lay in their facial structure and physique - the omega had an oval face and a smaller, curvier build. Alexis, on the other hand, stood at around five foot ten, the typical height for a beta wolf, and could pass for a high-fashion model.
She was running towards me with a wide grin spreading across her face. She launched herself at me, arms outstretched, and landed on my body with a thud.
My irritation spiked when she tilted her head up and puckered her lips in an attempt to kiss me, but I pulled away and a frown appeared on her face.
Isabel, Leo's wife, rang a bell and her voice echoed across the hall, "Everyone, gather 'round!"
The room fell silent as all eyes turned to her. "We have a big announcement to make! Alpha D'Angelo and his lovely girlfriend Alexis are expecting a child!"
The room erupted into loud cheers and applause, with multiple celebrations breaking out simultaneously.
Fuck!
Men stepped forward, congratulating me with hearty handshakes and pats on the back. Everyone except Zina looked utterly shocked, and her husband, Grey, forced a smile onto his face. I excused myself and headed upstairs, shutting the door to the bedroom behind me with a resounding thud.
KiraMom and I dragged our aching feet through the thick woods, exhausted and afraid. The oak and pine trees had branches tangled above us. The air was cold and damp, with a hint of wet earth and leaves. A thin mist hung low to the ground, which made it hard to see very far ahead.We could see our breath as we walked, and the chill in the air made us huddle deeper into our jackets. We had been walking for hours, and hunger pangs gnawed at my belly. Desperate for anything edible, I scanned our surroundings, but the trees offered nothing but leaves and twigs. My mom's eyes, sunken with fatigue, met mine, and I knew she was just as famished as I was. The fear of not surviving made my heart pound, and my senses were on high alert. Ever since Dad turned rogue on my tenth birthday, Mom had always been the strong one, but now she leaned heavily on me."Honey, are you sure we're going the right way?" She asked weakly. "Yes, I think so," I lied, more to reassure myself than her. We wandered
D'AngeloMy mind was a mess. Leo had warned me to keep my distance from the lake house for now, but it was taking every morsel of my sanity not to grab my keys, drive to the house, and claim what was mine. In all my twenty-five years, I had never felt such a deep longing for something that it felt like my very existence hung in the balance.My image filled my thoughts, refusing to be extinguished. At night, my dreams were filled with visions of me riding her body with the passion of a beast and filling her with my seed. It was two days of torture. My focus began to wane, and I struggled to concentrate on even the simplest tasks because my mind was constantly drifting back to her.I caught myself staring blankly at the walls, unable to concentrate on anything else. The coronation party passed in a blur and my wolf raged within me, craving to be closer to our mate. I needed to shake off this obsession, but it seemed to have taken on a life of its own, growing like a tumor.On the aft
Kira My heart raced like a jackrabbit. I'd never experienced such terror in my entire life. It was so bad that my vision blurred.The odds of bumping into Alpha D'Angelo were incredibly low, but here he was, standing right in front of me.I couldn't believe my bad luck.Everything was spiraling out of control. Mom looked confused and I regretted not being honest with her. I was putting her life in danger.Alpha D'Angelo's long strides ate up the distance. He stood before me, and shock accentuated his perfect face. As usual, he looked and smelled expensive, reminding me of my disheveled looks. I probably looked like a raving lunatic covered in sweat and dirt, with my hair a tangled mess and my face swollen from crying.His piercing gaze swept over me, lingering momentarily on my breasts. His eyes darkened further, and I felt my legs give way beneath me. I dropped to my knees and clasped my hands together in a desperate plea."Please spare my life." I wept as tears streamed down my fac
Kira Unease crept into me like a silent snake slithering through the grass. Alpha D'Angelo's gamma drove my mom and me in the eerily quiet car. I sat in the backseat, grasping my mom's hand. My hands couldn't stop trembling, and the moisture in my palm made my grip slippery.I tightened my grip, trying to still my tremors. My eyes darted up to the gamma. He was focused on the road and I kept glancing at him every few seconds, searching for any sign of danger. He turned on the radio, filling the car with the sound of the six-p.m World News, where the anchor headlined financial reports and anticipation of the full moon.Mom made me lean my head on her shoulder. I still didn't trust the gamma, but I preferred him over the cruel and heartless beta.She leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Eat, Kira.”I turned to her and wiped the faint sheen of sweat on her forehead before whispering, "You need food more. You still have a bit of a fever, and I don't want you to get weaker.""I'm fu
D'AngeloResponsibility burned within me as I sat at the head of the marble table in the community center. Despite my recent coronation, I had been groomed for this alpha position since I turned eighteen, and my dad had prepared me well. But now, I couldn't bring myself to listen to the council members and elders arguing.My mind kept wandering back to my Omega mate. I hadn't slept well since my coronation night, all because she consumed my every thought. My body ached from hours of fighting the desire to be with her, and it was nearly impossible to shut out my thoughts.Seeing her again made me rock hard. It was a different experience from seeing her on the terrace at night. She was a small, beautiful goddess of desire, and her curves bent and trapped my mind.Every detail in her body was clearer. The freckles dusted across the bridge of her nose were the cutest I'd ever seen. If she weren't an Omega, I'd have considered myself the luckiest male alive and imprinted my mark on her the
A/N: Please don't be a silent reader. Comment and vote. Thank you!KiraThe harsh whispers and murmurs began. A few women, among whom my mom got along with, kept making fun of us.“Look at her,” one of them said. “What a beautiful airhead! Imagine going naked on the alpha's terrace to seduce him."Amari's mom's reaction hurt the most. "She's a complete nuisance. I've told my kid to avoid her so she doesn't contaminate her.""That's not fair, Grace,” my mom snapped. “You’ve known Kira her entire life. She's not a troublemaker. She's already distressed, so keep your opinions to yourself."I looked away, feeling horrible for putting my mom through this.They criticized me while ignoring the fact that their children were worse. I'd never been caught stealing, lying, or messing around, but all of a sudden my head was on the block, and I was the worst person alive.No friend visited my tent, not because they didn't wish to, but because their mothers had threatened to chop off their legs if
KiraMy heart was constantly hurting from the realization that the alpha would never accept me. I was, after all, a dirty Omega.Mom had no idea about my problems.The woman had a lot on her plate already. It was going to break her heart to tell her that Alpha was my mate. I turned to face the wall while lying on my thin mattress as her footsteps drew near."Kira, honey, are you okay?" My mom's voice pierced through my thoughts. She held a bowl of soup."I'm fine, Mom," I lied, forcing a smile, but she knew me too well to believe it. She touched a fading scar on my arm.“Talk to me, sweetie. Are you having issues with Zion or Amari? Did anyone make offensive remarks to you? She asked, trying hard to guess the reason for my sadness."No, Mom, nothing like that.”“Don't give me that,” she said, opening the window to let in fresh air. “Since when did you start hiding things from me?”She launched a mini-rant about how I had become so sad and secretive."Please stop, Mom,” I groaned, turn
KiraEvery weekend, omegas were usually divided into several duties. This week, I received my assignment to work at the dog shelter. The owner was a prominent, high-ranking member of society who had an unhealthy passion for rescuing stray dogs.Rumor had it that she was also a vet and had a gigantic vet clinic in the main pack. Although I had worked at the shelter several times before, I had never seen the owner in person. Except for the smell of dog piss, I'd grown to love working at the shelter and loved dogs myself, preferring it to work at the farm, where I would spend hours laboring under the scorching sun.To start the messy work, I pulled on my apron and gloves, then got a roll of paper towels, covered a few damp areas, and broom-swept them all before using the enzyme cleaner spray.Fortunately, the omegas had managed to move on, and nobody had recalled the previous week's incident. And my punishment was over. Thank the goddess for that. Hungry as a bear, I yawned, eager to h