The Omega Fated to Michelle

6. Michelle Point of View

Kissing Michael filled me with a warmth that seemed to come from deep inside, an unexpected fire that made me crave more. I reached out, letting my fingers graze the edge of his shirt before slipping underneath. His skin felt warm against my palm, and the way he nibbled on my lips sent thrilling shivers down my spine. It was as if he was encouraging me, wanting more just as much as I did.

Every movement felt electrifying, like I was stepping into uncharted territory I didn’t even know I wanted. Michael shifted, rolling me gently onto my back so that the mattress cradled me. He kept his lips on mine, his kiss growing hungrier, while he settled his hips over me, pressing his weight down just enough for me to feel the outline of his body against mine.

I had never been this close to someone, never felt so completely connected. It should have made me nervous, but instead, it felt utterly right. When Michael broke our kiss, his lips traveled along my jaw, down to my chin, and a low growl rumbled from his chest. The sound was so raw, so primal, that it made my breath hitch, sending a delightful tingle all the way to my chest. My body responded on its own, my n*****s hardening beneath my shirt, and I couldn’t help but lose myself in the intensity of his beautiful blue eyes.

“It’s hard to hold myself back from you,” Michael whispered, his voice hoarse with need. “I want to give in so badly, but this isn’t just about me—it’s about us. Please, tell me how far I can go. I know dating like normal is almost impossible right now, with everything happening… but I don’t want to push you if you’re not ready.”

He pressed his hips into me, and I gasped at the sensation, feeling a heat rise to my face. There was no retreat in his movement, just a lingering promise that made me ache for more, even if I knew we weren’t quite ready yet.

“Michael,” I said, my voice shaky but honest, “we don’t know each other that well yet. I feel this… connection, and I don’t even understand why. I want to keep getting to know you, to figure this out together. Can we just take it one step at a time?”

He smiled softly, and then kissed me again—this time slower, as if savoring the moment. He pushed his hips forward once more, teasingly, before pulling away and resting his forehead against mine. The blush on his cheeks made him look almost boyish, and it took everything in me not to give in to my own desire for him.

He exhaled heavily, his breath warm against my skin. “You’re right,” he said, his eyes locked on mine. “We have some time, at least until graduation. And then… well, Liam and Maya’s wedding will be coming up. After that, we’ll face whatever’s coming together.”

He seemed to stop himself, and I caught the flicker of hesitation in his eyes. It wasn’t the first time he’d avoided telling me something important—ever since that night at the bowling alley, he’d been dodging my questions, and it was beginning to wear on me.

I pushed myself up, keeping our eyes locked. “Michael, I haven’t lied to you about anything. I don’t like being around Mariarosa because of how she treats my brother, and I think she’s trying to stir up trouble for Maya. But you… you’re keeping something from me. I just want to understand. Why can’t I know what’s going on? Why am I not allowed to tell my brother what happened?”

His expression fell, and he moved away from me, sitting up as he adjusted his clothes. He didn’t say anything, just got up, and I felt a pang of uncertainty settle in my chest. Had I pushed too far? Was I wrong to want answers?

I was about to get up and leave, the sense of insecurity growing, when the door opened and Michael walked back in, his arms loaded with two pizza boxes and several plastic bags.

“What are you—” I began, but then I caught sight of his eyes—those puppy dog eyes that seemed to plead for forgiveness.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice soft and sincere. “I shouldn’t have walked out like that. I was caught off guard, and I didn’t handle it well. But look—I come in peace. And I brought offerings.”

He gave me a wide, hopeful smile, and despite myself, I chuckled. Rising onto my tiptoes, I kissed him, and Michael wasted no time deepening it, his lips moving against mine with a tenderness that made my heart swell.

“You can come back in,” I whispered, pulling away just enough to smile at him. “The sofa’s still warm.”

For a brief moment, I could have sworn I heard him growl—a deep, possessive sound that made something tighten low in my belly. There was no escaping the feelings he stirred in me, no matter how hard I tried to control them.

Once we were back inside, Michael began setting down the food, and I knew I had to ask him again. My voice came out more timid than I intended. “Michael, please. Can you tell me what’s going on? I don’t want to keep feeling like I’m in the dark. I can keep a secret if that’s what it is, but I need to know, or I don’t think I can keep doing this.”

He paused, looking at me, his expression darkening slightly. For a moment, I thought he might walk out again, but instead, he stepped closer, closing the door firmly behind him.

“I can’t tell you everything,” he said, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that sent a shiver through me. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t figure it out.”

There was something in the way he said it that reminded me of Cat Noir from that silly show I used to watch. It made me think of the way he would dance around the truth, always playful, always cryptic.

“Why are you acting like Cat Noir?” I snapped, frustration boiling over. “I’m asking you a direct question, and I deserve a direct answer!”

Michael jerked back slightly, a giddy grin spreading across his face. “Cat Noir? Is that who I remind you of?” he teased. “A kids’ show character?”

Heat rushed to my face, and I tried to think of a way to defend myself without sounding ridiculous. “So what if you do? It’s not my fault you’re attractive, and your voice is kind of like his…” I trailed off, suddenly feeling silly. “Just… answer my question, or let me go home.”

Michael placed his hand on my shoulder, his gaze softening as he looked into my eyes. His touch made me feel safe, even if his secrets left me feeling anything but.

“You’re smart,” he said, his voice gentle. “I know if I just give you a little more time, you’ll figure it out. And when you do, I promise—I’ll be there to tell you if you’re right. Does that sound like a deal?”

A bright smile spread across my face despite everything, and Michael smiled back, the tension between us easing. He leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against my forehead.

“But to more serious matters,” he said, his voice dropping playfully. “Cat Noir, really?”

I laughed, the warmth returning to my chest as I looked up at him. “Yeah, really. Now, let’s eat before the pizza gets cold.” I stood in my toes and stole a kiss to then go passing him towards the pizza.

Maya Point of View

From behind the cracked doorway, I could hear muffled laughter. Soft, breathy, and undeniably hers—Michelle. Her laugh echoed in that private way people only do when they think no one else is listening.

I shouldn’t be standing here. I shouldn’t care.

But I did.

I leaned quietly against the wall, far from the view of anyone passing through the second floor hallway of the pack house. Just down the corridor, in one of the spare rooms Liam gave Michael access to, the two of them were curled up together, watching a movie.

I told myself I was only passing by. That I had duties. But when Michelle’s voice rose again in a giggle, followed by Michael’s low whisper—something inside me twisted.

She was laughing like that… with him?

Michael. The omega. The outlier. The boy everyone overlooked—until Michelle didn’t.

I hated that I envied her. It felt wrong, especially when I had Liam.

But Liam hadn’t kissed my hand in weeks. He hadn’t looked at me like that in months.

And Michael? He was practically radiating affection. I didn’t have to see him to feel it—the thick, heady energy of his wolf, warm and protective and endlessly focused on the girl beside him. Like she was the only thing that existed in his universe.

The pizza smell from earlier still lingered faintly in the air, and I imagined Michelle’s eyes lighting up when he surprised her with it. I imagined her curled up against him, the way he’d rest his hand over hers or tuck her hair behind her ear like I’d once dreamed someone might do for me.

It wasn’t that Michelle was perfect. She wasn’t. But she didn’t have to be. She didn’t carry a title. She didn’t carry expectations. She was allowed to be emotional, messy, chaotic—and still loved.

And I… I carried too much to ever be wanted that way.

A quiet thump of movement inside the room pulled me from my thoughts. I could picture it too clearly—Michelle resting her head on Michael’s shoulder. Him kissing her temple. Whispering something that made her cheeks glow.

I pressed my palm to my chest, grounding myself.

You’re Luna. You’re kind. You’re supportive. You do what’s right.

But it didn’t stop the ache from blooming in my ribs.

No one had ever told me Michael Fraser was one of us. And definitely no one warned me that Michelle Sunflower would be claimed by someone before I ever had the chance to feel like I mattered in my own mate’s eyes.

And Liam? He noticed Michael’s attention on Michelle too. More than he let on. I’d seen the way his jaw clenched during training. The way he suddenly changed tactics when Michael succeeded. He wanted control. Respect. Recognition.

But Michael… Michael had what Liam wanted most: Michelle’s heart.

And that made everything harder.

I turned away before the emotion spilled down my face, wiping a hand over my cheek to erase what hadn’t yet fallen. There was no place for envy in a Luna’s heart. No space for doubt.

Still, a whisper echoed inside me—bitter and trembling.

Why does she get the kind of love I’ve only ever read about?

And for the first time, I wasn’t sure I could keep pretending I didn’t care.

I had barely made it halfway down the hallway when the familiar itch of a mind link scratched at the edge of my thoughts. I didn’t need to check who it was.

Mariarosa.

Of course.

I opened the link with a sigh, not ready for her venom but knowing a piece of me—an ugly, hidden piece—wanted the validation she’d offer.

“What are you doing near their room again?” Mariarosa’s voice slithered into my mind like smoke. “Tell me you’re not still watching those two roll around like puppies in heat.”

I swallowed down the guilt and whispered back through the link. “I wasn’t watching. I just… passed by.”

Her laughter was sharp and cruel.

“Please. You’re supposed to be Luna, not a jealous little mutt. You’ve got Liam. What more do you want?”

That stung. Even from her.

“You wouldn’t understand,” I replied curtly, starting down the back staircase where no one would find me. “He’s changed. Ever since Michelle arrived, he barely looks at me unless it’s to compare.”

Mariarosa scoffed.

“Michelle is a nothing. A boring, flat-chested, scrawny drama magnet. You think it’s love? He’s an omega clinging to the first girl who ever batted her lashes at him.”

My lips twitched into a guilty smile. Mariarosa was harsh, but her venom had its use—like a salve that burned before it soothed.

“And Michael,” she continued, “let’s be honest. That boy wouldn’t know power if it bit him in the ass. He walks around like the title ‘Omega’ means he’s some kind of chosen one. It’s pathetic.”

I shouldn’t agree. I shouldn’t.

But some dark, wounded part of me did.

“They act like they’re special. Like their little connection gives them permission to break every rule, to pull focus like the rest of us don’t matter,” I whispered bitterly.

“It’s attention they want,” Mariarosa hissed, “not peace. They’re selfish, Maya. You’ve sacrificed everything to be the perfect Luna, and that little stray gets more loyalty than you? No. No, we won’t let that happen.”

Her words crackled with cruel energy, and part of me knew I should end the link. But instead, I clung to it—needing it like a girl starved for comfort.

“Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if Michael never came back,” I murmured before I could stop myself.

There was a pause. Then Mariarosa’s voice, low and laced with poison.

“Then Michelle would’ve fallen apart, like she always does. And you, Luna, would still have your throne without the shadow of her constantly dimming your light.”

I didn’t respond.

Because I didn’t want to admit that part of me… agreed.