A DAY WITH MY OMEGA

FIVE

DAMIEN

I pace about, memories from the night in the maze garden still flood my mind. She looked weak and smelt faint...even though her scent beckoned to me, I knew right away that she is an omega.

And I'm so sure of it.

My hands in her hair, making a beautiful mess out of it, me sniffing her feminity, the soft feel of her bare skin as I stroke down her length...her moan... It all beckons to me.

I gasp, for want of her, for the need to visit the maze garden and her there again. After that night, I visit the garden every other night to see if I can find her, but I'm greeted with emptiness.

And no matter the bond my wolf shares with her, I still can't shake off the fact that she's an omega. That was certainly not what I bargained for. Each time I have this freaking urge to find her, the mere thought of her being an omega dampens my mood.

There are alpha females, or better still, the Betas, tons and tons of them. They're beautiful and strong and smart. A whole flock of them yet to be marked to their fated mates, yet, the moon goddess chose an omega... A weak omega to be my mate?

I scoff. Hard to believe the reality of things.

I'm an alpha male and the soon-to-be alpha of the pack, strong and active and meticulous. I need a Luna that matches the same energy, supports me and rides with me through thick and thin, not a liability that I would pamper and worry about every freaking time.

I should have the mate of my fantasy... I deserve it.

She's dumb, I bet. Stupid and dumb and weak. Oblivious about politics and probably etiquette too.

It most likely would be my sin or mistake when I was young, that's catching up with me. Else, why won't I share the same fate as my late father? Mother was everything I longed for in a woman; vibrant and beautiful and powerful.

I sigh.

The knock on the door stops me right on my track as I’m about to turn to pace backward.

"Who's there and how may I be of help to you?” I inquire.

"Alpha Damien, the elders are already in the chambers and Beta Conan requests I let you know.”

I sigh, already aware of the agenda of this meeting.

"Tell them I will join them soon. You may now take your leave.” I order.

“Alright, Alpha Damien.” He says before walking away, the sound of his steps becomes faint in minutes.

Shaking off the thought of my supposed mate being an omega from my mind, I throw on my shirt, head out of my room, and straight to the main hall.

"Good day, Alpha Damien.” They chorus as I approach them.

“Good day, dearest elders and Beta Conan.” I settle in my chair. "I got your word, pardon me for joining in late, I never thought it was this early.”

"It's not a problem. You're right on time.” Beta Conan indulges me.

“So, we deliberated about this for a while and we are also aware that you're still mourning the loss of your papa, but tradition must not be suspended for it.” The first elder speaks up.

Right... This seat cannot be vacant, I need to be ready or probably pick a date, blah blah blah. I roll my eyes and heave a soft sigh.

“The position as alpha can't be vacant for long, we need someone to take over and by right, it's you.” The first elder continues.

I thought as much. Predictable ploys.

"We won't rush you if you're not ready, however, we strongly advise that you accept it, or it moves to the next appropriate alpha. There are delicate matters that need to be tended to.” The second elder suggests.

I sigh, exhausted. Can anyone be useful to these old lots without breaking your back?

"Alright, noted.” I force a smile.

“As in noted in a yes or no way?” Beta Conan spreads his hands wide in expression.

I make a confused face. Is he for, or against me?

“Noted in a yes way.” I elaborate. "So, when do you intend for the ceremony to be held?”

"The longest we can wait is in two weeks time, but you can push it down to three days or one week, noting you're ready.” The third elder speaks up for the first time in forever.

"Alright." I manage. "Two weeks is fine.” I pick the lesser evil.

I may be ready, but not prepared, and I can't say that out to their hearing. Their tails would go in between their ass.

“Lastly, you will have to present your mate on the day of the ceremony.”

"What?" I'm almost yelling.

The first elder stops and looks at me. "It's a tradition as always.”

"But is it relevant?"

"Yes." He insists. "You may choose to proceed with the mating ceremony and mark her that night, or not. It's up to you, but you must present her.”

"What difference does it make? If the ceremony isn't urgent, why the rush?” I look at the Beta, hoping someone would fight on my behalf.

He shrugs. "I told them so, considering you are yet to see your mate, but they insist that tradition prevails.” And then he goes mute.

It's my fight after all... I sigh.

I can't make her my mate... Not now, not ever. Anger stirs deep inside of me.

"Considering that, there's a solution.” The third elder speaks up. "We could parade the unmatched ladies in our pack, so you find your mate.”

"That won't be necessary.” I’m quick to dismiss. I can't stand the sight of her again.

"It is... And if it's not of our pack, we proceed to the next and the...”

"I said it's not necessary!” I yell, more pissed at the moon goddess than the loose mouth elder.

He goes mute, and throughout the rest of the meeting, he doesn't speak, or maybe I'm too absent-minded to notice properly.

Damn!