I am an Omega and the Alpha is my Mate

He laughed it off and focused on the menu. I did the same, trying to distract myself from the awkward encounter. "Your mate would hate that," I said, teasingly.

He huffed before replying with a chuckle, "Well, too bad 'cause I haven't met her yet." I was taken aback by his nonchalant response. 'Too bad?' I shook my head, trying to shift my attention back to the menu and choose between the cheeseburger with fries or chicken nuggets and fries.

After a while, Aria came back to take our orders. I opted for the cheeseburgers since they were heavily recommended in the advert.

"I'll get the same as her, and add two milkshakes too. One strawberry and one chocolate," Archer said with his usual charming smile.

Once she left, I glanced outside and casually remarked, "So you assumed that I like strawberries?"

"What? No. The strawberry is mine. You look more like you like chocolates," he replied, shaking his head playfully.

As we waited for our food, I found myself lost in thoughts, particularly about my mate. Archer had mentioned his name is Ezekiel, and he's an Alpha. That's all I knew, and I wanted to know more about him – his personality, likes, and dislikes. But the situation seemed impossible, considering our initial encounters where he had broken my arm.

Unconsciously, I rubbed the spot where my arm had healed miraculously in less than an hour. Archer interrupted my thoughts, asking if I knew anything about his pack. I recalled it was something like "Pan-something," and I shook my head to confirm I didn't know.

With a hint of sadness in his smile, Archer informed me, "Moonwood Mill is unofficially considered a warrior pack. Most members are skilled fighters, and they detest weakness..." He looked directly into my eyes, conveying the message that they wouldn't be too accepting of my Omega status. "I wish you luck."

The conversation fell into an uncomfortable silence, leaving me unsure of what to say. I didn't want to reveal that I was Ezekiel's mate and an Omega, knowing they might see me as a liability.

Thankfully, the food arrived, and we began eating. However, Archer's earlier words lingered in my mind, and I couldn't fully enjoy the meal.

"What about my mate?" I finally asked, unable to contain my curiosity.

"He despises weakness above all else," Archer replied, and I felt my appetite diminished.

"Wow, thanks for that information," I said sarcastically, taking a bite despite the disheartening revelation.

Archer's demeanor brightened as he tried to lighten the mood. "But don't you worry, at worst, he won't reject you. After all, mates are supposed to strengthen each other, right?" He said cheerfully, attempting to bring some optimism back to the conversation.

I managed to smile and nodded. "Oh, right. If it's not too much trouble, could you tell me more about your pack and my mate?" I asked, hoping for more insight.

Archer burst into laughter at my request. "Wow, you've really been kept in the dark, haven't you?" he said, shaking his head. "Moonwood Mill is one of the most powerful pack ranks in the Americas. That's why I can't believe you haven't heard of us." He took a sip of his strawberry milkshake before continuing, "As for Ezekiel... I won't tell you anything about him just yet. I'll let you get to know him yourself." He flashed a devilish smile and locked eyes with me. "That'd be very interesting to see," he added mischievously.