His Omega

Cassian Brought Me Flowers

Livia POV

After Cassian left, the silence in my apartment felt heavier than ever. He had been so kind, with that playful smile and an ease that made me forget, for a few hours, the weight of the previous night. Of course, he had a million things to take care of—he was the Alpha King, after all. But as I closed the door behind him, a hollow feeling settled in. What we’d had, that strange, funny, and unexpectedly sweet moment, would stay etched in my memory as a story I could hardly believe I’d lived through. It wasn’t every day that the pack’s king made breakfast in my kitchen.

I sank into the couch, hugging a cushion as if it could shield me from reality. Reality was cruel: Ezrah Creed, my boyfriend of three years, had deceived me the entire time. He had a pregnant fiancée, Remi Harrison, and me? I was just a distraction. His words still echoed in my head, each syllable like a stab. “You were just a distraction.” God, it hurt.

I grabbed my phone and called my boss at the hospital. “I’m not feeling well today,” I mumbled, my voice hoarse. “I can’t come to work.” He was understanding, which didn’t surprise me. After all, half the hospital had witnessed the scene in the reception area—Ezrah crying for his fiancée while I stood there, humiliated, with every eye on me. Now, the gossip was probably running wild. “Dr. Wren got dumped.” And among the werewolves, it’d be: “The rejected omega, poor thing.” Just thinking about it made me sink deeper into the couch, pulling a blanket over my head as if I could hide from the world.

I don’t know how long I stayed there, lost in my thoughts, when the doorbell rang. I got up, confused, and opened the door to find Meadow Quinn, my best friend, standing there with a mischievous smile and a tub of chocolate ice cream in one hand. In the other, a bottle of red wine. “Ready for emergency therapy?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. Before I could answer, she marched in, kicking off her shoes in the corner and flopping onto the couch like it was her own place.

“Meadow, you’re an angel,” I said, already feeling tears welling up. I grabbed two spoons from the kitchen, and soon we were sitting there, digging into the ice cream straight from the tub. The wine sat forgotten on the coffee table—for now, sugar felt more urgent. As I shoveled a spoonful into my mouth, I started to spill everything. “Ezrah… he destroyed me, Meadow. Three years, and I was just a distraction. He has a pregnant fiancée. A fiancée! And there I was, thinking he’d propose to me someday.”

Meadow made a face, waving her spoon in the air. “You know what, girl? He’s the one missing out. Seriously. Because you’re a total catch.” Her enthusiasm, so spontaneous and genuine, pulled a weak smile from me. “Look at you! Doctor, smart, with that gorgeous face and that burgundy hair that’s, like… a work of art. Ezrah’s an i***t, and idiots don’t deserve you.”

I sighed, stirring the ice cream with my spoon. “It’s more than that, Meadow. It’s always like this. I’m always rejected. My family cast me aside, the pack never saw me as more than a useful omega, and the guys… they only see me as a fling.” My voice cracked, and a tear slid down, landing on the blanket. “I killed myself to become a doctor, to be useful, to be valued. But in the end? No one really wants me. Ezrah was just another one on the list.”

Meadow set the ice cream tub on the table and grabbed my hand, her brown eyes shining with a mix of empathy and indignation. “Livia, listen to me. You’re incredible. Seriously, this isn’t just friend talk. You save lives, you’re loyal, and you have that smile that lights up everything. If others can’t see that, it’s their problem. Not yours.” She squeezed my hand harder. “And you know what? You can’t lose faith in love. Your prince charming is still out there, I promise.”

I let out a weak laugh, wiping my face with the back of my hand. “Prince charming? Come on, Meadow, now you’re getting carried away.” But her words stirred something in me, because for a moment, I thought of Cassian. The Alpha King, rummaging through my pans, laughing with me like we were old friends. It felt like a hallucination, so improbable I almost doubted it had happened. A king in my kitchen? It was easier to believe in fairy tales.

Before I could respond, the doorbell rang again. I frowned, confused. “Who could that be now?” I muttered, getting up. I wiped my face, trying to erase the traces of tears, and opened the door. My heart stopped. There he was—Cassian Vaughn, the Alpha King, standing at my door with a bouquet of red roses so big it nearly hid his face. He smiled, that same playful, warm smile from the morning, and said, “Hey, Livia. Thought you might like a bit of color today.”

I was speechless, my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Behind me, Meadow choked on her ice cream, coughing dramatically. “Livia, am I hallucinating, or is Alpha King Cassian standing at your door in person?” she asked, her voice loud enough to echo through the apartment.

Cassian laughed, stepping inside without ceremony and handing me the bouquet. “Not a hallucination, Miss…?” He raised an eyebrow, looking at Meadow.

“Meadow Quinn,” she replied, still wide-eyed, like she was seeing a unicorn. “And, uh, nice to meet you, Your Majesty? Alpha? What do I call you?”

“Cassian’s fine,” he said with a casual wave. He looked at me, his eyes twinkling with that same charm that had disarmed me earlier. “So, Livia, how you holding up after yesterday?”

I was still clutching the bouquet, the scent of roses enveloping me. “I… um, I’m trying,” I managed to say, feeling my face heat up. “Thanks for the flowers. They’re beautiful.”

“Glad you like them,” he said, slipping his hands into his jeans pockets like it was the most natural thing in the world to be in my tiny apartment. “I thought I’d swing by to check on you. And, well, brought a little something to brighten your day.”

Meadow elbowed me, whispering loud enough for him to hear, “Livia, you’re holding out on me! How does the Alpha King end up bringing you flowers?” She was practically buzzing with curiosity, and I wanted to sink through the floor from embarrassment.

“It’s a long story,” I mumbled, placing the roses in a makeshift vase on the kitchen table. “I mean, not that long. Just… complicated.”

Cassian chuckled, sitting on the arm of the couch like he owned the place. “Not that complicated. I ran into Livia last night, she needed a ride, and, well, here we are.” He shrugged, but the way he looked at me—with a mix of amusement and something deeper—made my heart race.

Meadow crossed her arms, a sly grin on her face. “A ride, huh? Sure. Livia, you’re spilling everything later.” She turned to Cassian. “So, Cassian, do you always go around rescuing omegas in bars?”

“Not always,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “But when the omega’s Livia, let’s just say it’s worth it.” He winked at me, and I nearly dropped the vase of roses.

“Meadow, stop it,” I pleaded, laughing despite my embarrassment. “And you, Cassian, aren’t helping my situation!”

“Me? Making it worse?” He feigned indignation, hand on his chest. “I’m just a guy bringing flowers and trying to be nice. Cut me some slack, will you?”

The three of us laughed, and for a moment, the weight in my chest felt lighter. Meadow went back to attacking the ice cream while Cassian told some random story about burning a cake while trying to impress someone. He was so… normal. Not at all like the Alpha King who ruled our pack with an iron fist. He was funny, kind, and, yes, ridiculously handsome. And there, on my couch, with Meadow cracking jokes and Cassian looking at me like I was more than a rejected omega, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time: hope.