All Chapters of The Alpha's Omega Mistress: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Kira When I headed back to my building, the hostile air was so thick. Although no one was speaking to me, I could feel it; they were silent, staring at me with resentment.  They hated me. I dared them to say anything or challenge me. They knew better, after all, D'Angelo had warned them, making it clear that anyone who spoke ill of me or made me feel uncomfortable would face his vengeance. I didn't like feeling superior; after all, I was an Omega just like them. But there was nothing I could do. They had no reason at all to despise me; in fact, they ought to be grateful that I helped the alpha bring us in and that he now promised to send us to school. Moving upstairs, the weight of all those eyes on me was too much for me, and I could barely wait to be in my room, safe and secure. I did not mind if they judged me; as long as they avoided confronting me, I was fine.&n

D'Angelo The softness of Kira's lips against mine was like the taste of rain on one's tongue—a refreshing sensation after a dry summer day.  As I pressed my hand under her shirt and pulled her closer to me, she let out a low moan. Her fingers tangled in my hair. I kissed her cheek and whispered, "I can not get enough of you," causing her to shiver beneath my hands.  “God, Kira, I can't... I want you so much…” I said into her ear, biting down gently as she whimpered at my touch. “I want to see you in so many different positions.” I was about to mark her when something went off in my head like a loud siren, alerting me to the fact that this was wrong and I should stop. All the possible disasters that could happen if I marked Kira were racing through my head. It sounded exciting to think of loving and cherishing thi

Kira The living room downstairs was chaotic, filled with angry Omega students and their frustrated parents. Everyone wanted to air their grievances at once, and I was the target of their blame. They complained bitterly to me, acting like I had an unfair advantage over the other students. Amari's mom glared at me, her eyes tightening in anger. One woman's face was red with rage, and I feared she might explode. Her son, Tae, was also a senior.  When another woman, whose daughter was gagged, burst into tears, my ribs squeezed tight. "I swear, I'm never stepping foot in that school again! It's a nightmare!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration.  "It's all your fault!" another girl screamed, pointing at me angrily. "If it weren't for you, none of us would have been treated like that by these idiots."  A third omega agreed, "If this is what we're going to

KiraAs night fell after supper, most parents retired upstairs to sleep. Although I'd been shunned earlier, I was determined to try again and convince some of the omegas who loved school that we couldn't afford to give up - not when our futures were at stake.I refused to spend the rest of my life as an illiterate omega. Education opens doors and increases opportunities, and finding good jobs was already tough for us omegas due to our limitations. I also wanted D'Angelo to think highly of me; sometimes I fantasized about him declaring me his mate, but that was just wishful thinking. I didn't want him to be ashamed of me.Among the omegas who'd backed out, I knew of five or six avid readers. I whispered to one of them, asking her to bring the others to the playground. Petra, the girl who'd been baptized in watermelon juice, gave me a cold look as she walked out. "Your attempts won't work, Kira. I'm not setting foot in that school again."I sighed, trying to stay calm. "Please, Petra,

D'AngeloI agreed to go with Alexis to the hospital to find out the gender of our unborn child, and she was overjoyed. When we checked in at the reception desk, she tried to clasp my hand and even nuzzled her chin on my neck in her desperation to look like the picture-perfect couple.I felt sick to my stomach. The only reason I hadn't snapped at her was that she was carrying my baby, and I knew how difficult it was to carry another human being in your stomach. Even so, I felt like throwing up when she touched me. The receptionist, who acted overly excited, seemed to be in her twenties, judging from her face and hairstyle - a weird combination of red, green, and white.She greeted us warmly and I offered a watery smile while she directed us to the waiting area. As per usual, Alexis sat too close to me, touching me excessively, and when she leaned in to whisper something in my ear, I nearly recoiled. “I'm certain I'm carrying a boy. Isabel said the signs that one is having a boy inclu