The Rejected Omega is mine

My hands wrapped my stomach as yet another growling sound erupted from my inside, reminding me that I was hungry. I hadn't had anything to eat for the past twenty four hours—I was too excited to be officially mated to Lucas that I had totally forgotten about food. My once dignified anger had long dissipated and now I'm battling with the regret of running away from my pack.

It was a pitch-black and starless night, making it even harder for me to navigate through the thick woods. I had stumbled a few branches, gaining fresh cuts on my knee and elbow. Should I really continue into this forest? What if I end up becoming breakfast for a roaming wild animal?

My chaotic thoughts were interrupted by the loud clap of thunder, followed by lightning, and just as the lightning was about fading into the darkness, my eyes caught sight of a menacing figure skillfully hiding behind a large tree trunk.

Its large brown eyes glinted in the dark as it began moving towards where I stood rooted to the spot. It was a wild bear!

Before my brain could register the sight of the wild animal, my legs had already started moving on its own accord. My chest thumped loudly as I ran deeper into the forest. Nothing mattered anymore at this moment. Not Lucas. Not the rejection. Not my miserable omega status. All that matters to me at this point is surviving!

Blood rushed to my ears as I stumbled over a thorn of shrubs, gracing my skin with yet another bout of scratches. Blood trickled down my body as I picked myself up and continued my desperate race for survival. Another clap of thunder was followed by heavy patter of raindrops which suddenly grew into a full-blown downpour. My clothes were soaked in minutes and my sight became blurry, the soil underneath my feet became slippery, making movement a herculean task. I threw a furtive glance over my shoulder, and behold the bear was closing in faster than I had expected.

“April, you can't die this way,” Bianca cried.

“Shut the hell up and take over my human form!” I screamed back in anger.

If only I could turn to my wolf form…

I was still lost in thoughts when I tripped over a broken branch and crash landed on the wet soil with a loud thud. I could barely register the shock, before my body suddenly began to tumble down the steep hill. Air puffed out of my lungs, and my eyes burned with pain, the slashing sounds of jagged tree stumps and thorns tore through my skin, and my body kept rolling down like a broken record. I could feel my subconsciousness float out of my body, and suddenly everything stilled. My body wasn't moving anymore, and the pain was suddenly numbed.

“Are you dead?” Bianca’s voice sounded far away.

Maybe I am dead…

As much as I didn't want to die, the peace and quiet that comes with death is quite an alluring incentive.

Breathing the last whiff of air in my lungs, I let my subconsciousness slide into abysmal darkness.

•••••

“Is this heaven?” Bianca purred as a tiny shred of consciousness crept into my body.

“Hmmm. So heaven smells of croissant, bacon and apple pie,” Bianca sniffed harder.

Such a lousy weak wolf! I hissed internally.

I tried to move my body but every fiber in my body suddenly weighed a ton. I rolled my eyes in frustration— if I was dead and in heaven, then why am I not waking up?

Is this how the moon goddess runs the afterlife?

A mild shuffle of feet and clinking of plates jerked back my consciousness.

“Is she still unconscious?” A dangerously brusque voice asked.

“She's awake now, but she's yet to open her eyes,” a soothing male voice replied. He sounded professional, like a medical doctor or something.

“Open your eyes!” The gruff voice ordered.

Is he referring to me?

That voice commanded unmistakable authority and I'd be foolish to dare ignore it. Slowly, my eyelids fluttered open, squinting at the bright natural light that filtered through the open windows.

I blinked twice before my eyes settled onto the pair of most beautiful sapphire eyes I've ever seen. His jaws were taut, and his eyes held no atom of emotion, yet it pulled me in like gravity. A bold scar ran from his earlobe to his cheekbones, and his pepper and salt hair fell in long waves, stopping short below his neck.

What in the name of beauty is this! My thoughts roared.

I had just met him, but the mere sight of him was already stealing air from my lungs, and plunging my heart into free fall.

“Who are you?!” His voice rang, pulling me out of my subconscious daydream.

“I…I …uhh…I am… my name is April Gortham,” I stammered, wincing at the throbbing headache that dulled my senses.

“And what are you doing here? You must be a spy from the neighbouring pack.”

“Huh? No, no, no, I'm… I'm not a spy,” I began in my defense. “I was just trying to escape from my pack and then…”

My voice trailed off as it dawned on me that fragments of my memories were missing. The last thing I remembered was the loud clap of thunder and my body tumbling down the hill.

“Bold of you to think that I'll buy such feeble lies,” he scoffed.

“I'm not lying… I… ouch!” I let out a yelp as I tried to move my hands. A slight turn of head made me discover that I was bound in chains on the bed.

What sort of inhumane treatment was this? Does the stench of being an omega follow me around?

“You should count yourself lucky to be alive,” he said, approaching the bed. His height towered over the bed, and the scent of musk and leather breezed into my nostrils.

“By the order of things, you should be dead by now,” he growled as he leaned forward. “... because anyone who trespasses into the Whitlleburg pack dies right away!”

A soft gasp escaped my lips as reality dawned on me. Staring right back at me was no other but the most fearsome Alpha in the whole of Northern Ireland— the infamous Alpha Derrick.

I've heard alot of horrible things about Alpha Derrick and his brutality, but one thing I've never heard is that he was all shades of hands-down perfect beauty.

Fear crippled my muscles, while pure attraction glued my eyes to him.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered.