I am an Omega and the Alpha is my Mate

I rushed back to my small home, my heart still pounding from the intense run. I quickly put on some clothes, but the feeling of being watched persisted. Could it be that he had followed me? Panic and uncertainty consumed me as I paced back and forth, waiting for his arrival.

The pull intensified, signaling his proximity. My wolf urged me to calm down, but how could I in this situation? I was about to face the Alpha, my supposed mate, and my emotions were in turmoil. Was he here to reject me? The thought sank into my heart like a sharp blade, causing pain to bloom.

"He's here," my wolf informed me, breaking my thoughts. The overwhelming scent of him wafted through the air, intoxicating me and weakening my knees. I had no strength to stand, so I sat down on my bed, trembling with anticipation and anxiety.

The door opened, and my head jerked towards the direction of the sound. There he stood, his golden eyes glowing as they locked onto mine. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt an inexplicable sense of shame about my humble abode. It was ridiculous; I shouldn't care what he thought of it.

We held each other's gaze for what felt like an eternity, but my insecurity pushed me to break the eye contact. My mind raced with thoughts of his possible rejection, trying to prepare myself for the pain.

"Why are you here?" I managed to ask, my tone was more accusatory than inquisitive. My wolf rolled her eyes at my attitude, knowing that I shouldn't antagonize him.

The glint in his eyes shifted, and I realized my mistake in tone. A smirk crossed his face, but it wasn't a happy one. The sight sent shivers down my spine; he appeared incredibly handsome yet terribly dangerous.

He seemed like someone not to be trifled with, and his muscles only reinforced that impression. I felt a mix of fear and fascination, unsure of what to make of this enigmatic man.

Instead of answering my question directly, his eyes roamed around my cabin before returning to meet mine. I struggled to decipher the emotions in his gaze, but one thing was clear—disgust.

Confused and hurt, I didn't know what his reaction meant. Then, unexpectedly, he uttered, "We leave tomorrow," before turning away.

Wait, he wasn't rejecting me? He planned to take me out of this place? But did he know I was an omega? I doubted it.

Before he could leave, I rushed after him, calling out, "Wait!"

Thankfully, he halted, but he kept his back to me.

"Why?" I inquired, my confusion evident in my voice.

"Unless you want to stay here, either way it's fine for me," he nonchalantly replied, seeming unfazed by my revelation.

"Don't you know I'm an omega?" I spoke up, hating the weakness that tinged my voice.

This time, he took a step towards me and turned to face me, wearing a sick, cold smile that contradicted his stunning features. "Exactly why I'm bringing you with me," he laughed, but there was no humor in it—only cruelty. "This trash in a place doesn't have the right to hurt you."

His approaching steps echoed like thunder in my ears, causing my heart to race erratically. I instinctively shied away from him, but it all happened too fast. Before I knew it, I was pinned against the wall, my arm held up firmly. Panic and shock filled me, and I tried to move, but his grip was unyielding.

As I looked up into his eyes, I was taken aback by the intensity of his anger. "Only I do," he spat bitterly, laughing sarcastically. "You? My mate?" He scoffed, tightening his grip, making me wince from the pain.

"T-that hurts," I managed to say weakly, my heart aching as my wolf retreated in fear. I had expected him to hurt me, but I hadn't anticipated the excruciating pain he was causing. Was this really happening?

A sadistic smile adorned his lips, and I shivered with fear. His grip tightened further, his nails digging into my skin. I tried to resist and push him away, but it was futile. Tears threatened to form, but I fought to keep them at bay. I couldn't give him more reasons to hate me or appear weaker than I already seemed.

"Oh, sweetheart, this is nothing," he taunted before finally letting go. I quickly brought my other hand to rub the injured one, trying to alleviate the pain. But then, I noticed that my hand was bleeding and starting to turn blue. The pain came late, but it was just as agonizing.

My mate had broken my arm.

He turned around and began walking away slowly. Watching his back, I couldn't help but muster the courage to call out to him, needing answers.

"One question!" I shouted after him.

For the second time, he halted at the door and turned around to face me.

"Will you reject me?" I asked, my voice trembling, determined to hold back the tears. Don't cry, please, Willow, don't cry.

His green eyes felt like orbs of ice that pierced through my very soul. A sadistic smirk crept upon his lips, and he placed his arm on my right side, blocking my escape route. "Reject you? That's an easy escape, don't you think?" His voice was as cold as his eyes, his heart, filled with venom, hatred, and disgust. "The moon goddess gave me you, and I'll simply pay her for her kindness." His tone dripped with contempt. "If she thinks that I can ever accept an Omega as my mate, she's damned wrong."