The Omega Fated to Michelle

7. Michael Point Of View

Walking back in, I forced myself to focus on helping Michelle get comfortable, setting up the food and making sure she had everything she needed. But my mind was far from calm, my body far from at ease. Every second I spent next to her, every breath I took in her scent, every accidental brush of her fingers against mine sent fire through my veins.

I wanted her.

Not just physically, but in every way possible. She was my mate. She belonged to me just as much as I belonged to her, yet she had no idea what that meant. She didn’t understand the pull between us, the reason why I could barely think when she was near, the reason my wolf howled in frustration every time I resisted claiming her. She was human, unaware of the world she had been thrust into, completely oblivious to the chaos her mere presence was causing in my life.

I wasn’t supposed to have her.

I wasn’t supposed to fall for her.

And yet, Michelle was more important than anyone I had ever known. More important than my duty to the pack. More important than the rules that had been drilled into me since birth. More important than the consequences I would eventually have to face for loving her.

I tried to focus on the movie playing in front of us, but I couldn’t recall a single scene. My mind kept drifting back to the conversation I had with my brothers earlier in the day.

Jason and Mark had confronted me the moment they sensed how deep I had fallen, their concern masked behind frustration.

“You need to tell her soon,” Jason had warned, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the wall, his dark eyes sharp with unspoken caution. “You can’t keep dodging her questions forever. You know what happens if a human gets too close to our kind without permission.”

“You think I don’t know that?” I had snapped, running a hand through my hair, my patience fraying. “I don’t need a lecture, Jason. I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Mark had scoffed, shaking his head. “No, you don’t. Because if you did, you would have walked away from her the second you felt the bond. You should have stayed away. You should have let her go before it got to this point.”

I had wanted to argue, to tell them that it wasn’t that simple, but the truth was, they weren’t wrong. I should have walked away. I should have ignored the bond, pretended I didn’t feel it, pretended she didn’t affect me the way she did. I should have listened to my father, to the Elders, to everyone who told me I was being reckless.

But I didn’t.

Because I couldn’t.

Michelle was mine, and no amount of logic or rules could change that.

I tore my gaze away from the movie and glanced at her, watching the way she tucked her legs beneath her, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the edge of the blanket. She was beautiful, but it wasn’t just her looks that had me so completely tangled in her. It was the way she made me feel. The way she looked at me like I was just Michael, not an omega, not someone weak, not someone who was constantly overlooked. With her, I wasn’t just the lowest-ranked member of the pack. I was something more. Someone who mattered.

She turned to me suddenly, catching me watching her, and I saw the curiosity flicker in her eyes. “You’re acting weird,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “Are you okay?”

I forced a smirk, even though I knew she wouldn’t buy it. “Yeah. Just, uh, trying to focus on the movie.”

Her brows furrowed, and she arched a skeptical brow. “You’re horrible at lying.”

Damn it.

I looked away, grabbing a slice of pizza to distract myself, but I could still feel her gaze on me. I knew she wouldn’t let it go. Michelle was too stubborn for that.

She shifted closer, setting her plate down on the table in front of us. “Michael, seriously. What’s going on with you?” Her voice was softer now, laced with genuine concern, and it made my stomach tighten with guilt. “I feel like… I don’t know. Like you’re hiding something. Like there’s this huge part of your life that you won’t let me see, and I don’t understand why.”

I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the edge of my plate. “Michelle…” I started, but I had no idea what to say.

What could I say?

That I was a werewolf? That we were fated mates, bound by something far stronger than human emotions? That my family, my entire pack, would never accept her? That the Elders had already made it clear that I wasn’t allowed to tell her the truth, that if she found out, the consequences could be disastrous?

How could I tell her that the world she thought she knew was only a fraction of what truly existed?

She sighed, running a hand through her hair in frustration. “I just don’t get it. I haven’t lied to you about anything, Michael. I’ve told you everything about me—about my family, about why I don’t trust Mariarosa, about why my relationship with my brother is so complicated. But you… you’re holding back.”

I felt my throat tighten, my chest constricting with emotions I didn’t know how to express. I hated this. I hated that she felt this way. I hated that I was making her feel like I didn’t trust her.

But it wasn’t about trust.

It was about protection.

Michelle let out a slow breath, leaning back against the couch. “If you don’t want to tell me, fine. But I can’t keep pretending like everything is normal when it’s so obvious that something isn’t.”

The sharp edge in her voice made my heart twist painfully.

Before I could stop myself, I reached out, catching her wrist gently in my hand. She tensed slightly but didn’t pull away. “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I can’t.”

Her expression softened, and she searched my face like she was trying to decipher the meaning behind my words. “Why not?”

I hesitated for a long moment, knowing this was a dangerous line to walk. But then I exhaled heavily, deciding to give her something—anything—to ease the doubt forming between us. “Because if I do, I might lose you.”

Her lips parted slightly, her breath hitching. “Michael…”

I shook my head, letting go of her wrist and leaning back, raking a hand through my hair. “Just trust me, okay?”

She didn’t answer right away, but I could see the conflict in her eyes. She wanted to push, but at the same time, she could sense that I was at my breaking point.

Eventually, she nodded slowly. “Okay,” she said, though I could tell she wasn’t fully convinced.

I reached for her again, pulling her toward me, and she let me, settling against my chest as I wrapped an arm around her.

For now, this was enough.

For now, I still had her.

But deep down, I knew it wouldn’t last.

Because sooner or later, she would demand the truth.

And when that day came, I had no idea if she would still look at me the same way.

No idea if she would still want me.

No idea if I would still have the one thing in this world that mattered more to me than anything else.

Her.

Liam Point of View

I stood outside the packhouse window, watching them again.

Michael and Michelle, curled up on the couch like some fairytale couple that didn’t belong in our world. He held her like she was fragile porcelain, his eyes soft, his voice gentle. I could barely hear what they were saying, but I didn’t need to. The way Michael looked at her—it was everything.

Everything I wasn’t allowed to have.

I clenched my jaw and turned away, the cold air biting at my skin as I paced along the stone walkway. I had responsibilities. A future title. Expectations no one ever let me forget. But Michael—an omega, someone the Elders had deemed expendable—he was risking everything for a girl who didn’t even know what he was.

And worse, he was doing it on my territory, under my future leadership.

It wasn’t jealousy, not exactly. It was anger. Fury that he thought his feelings gave him the right to hide things. To break our laws. To put her in danger.

He didn’t see the bigger picture.

I knew from the moment Michelle walked into that damn school with her wide eyes and stubborn mouth that she’d cause problems. Not because she wanted to—but because Michael couldn’t stay away. And for a while, I tolerated it. I even protected it. Hell, I defended him when the Elders started asking questions.

But now? Now he was getting sloppy. Ignoring commands. Keeping secrets from the very people who trained him. From me.

And worst of all—he was dragging her deeper into it.

I didn’t care that she was sweet or that she laughed at his dumb jokes or that her presence seemed to calm the madness inside him. That wasn’t the point. The point was that he was mine—my Beta-in-training, my responsibility. My future support. And every day he spent hiding behind those pretty eyes of hers, I was losing him.

I shoved my hands into my pockets, watching my breath fog the night air. It wasn’t just about leadership. It was about order. Balance. The law of our kind was harsh, yes, but it existed for a reason.

Michael wasn’t just risking exile. He was risking war.

And Michelle didn’t even know it.

I pulled out my phone, opening the secure link between me, Maya, and the Elders. I hesitated before typing anything. Maya had warned me not to overstep. She said I needed to be patient, to give Michael time to open up, to trust that he’d come to me when he was ready.

But what if he didn’t?

What if we waited too long, and the secret he was keeping turned into a storm none of us could stop?

I typed a message, then deleted it.

Then typed again.

He’s not listening. I don’t think he ever will.

Before I could hit send, the window behind me creaked open and Maya’s soft voice called, “Liam?”

I turned, my anger dissolving a little at the sight of her. She always looked like moonlight—calm, wise, comforting. Her presence grounded me. Always had. She stepped outside barefoot, wrapping herself in her shawl, and came to stand beside me.

“You’re watching them again,” she said gently.

“I have to.”

“No,” she corrected, looking up at me. “You want to. And that’s the difference.”

I looked away.

“She’s going to find out, Maya,” I muttered. “He’s going to tell her, or she’s going to figure it out herself. And when that happens—everything breaks.”

“Or,” Maya said softly, “it all finally begins.”

I glanced at her sharply. “You think they can survive this?”

“I think…” She paused, sighing. “I think they already are. We’re just too afraid to admit that love can survive the chaos. That it can create something stronger.”

Her words left a bitter taste in my mouth.

“She’s just a human,” I said. “She doesn’t even know who we are.”

“She’s his human,” Maya replied. “That’s enough.”

I wanted to argue. To scream. To demand she stand with me the way a Luna was supposed to stand with her future Alpha. But deep down—I already knew she was right.

The mate bond didn’t care about rank. About rules. About the fragile glass castle I was trying to build.

I just hoped, when it all shattered, I wouldn’t be standing in the ruins alone.