The Alpha's Stubborn Rejected Mate

Chapter 5 - Sasha

Ever since word got around that one of the nearby Alphas was visiting our pack for a meeting with our Alpha, there had been a strange atmosphere around the pack. All of the Omegas knew that something big was going to happen, but everyone seemed too scared to talk about it openly.

I wasn’t immune to that fear, but at least I had my meal with Dante tonight to provide me with a bit of a distraction. Tonight wasn’t meant to be a date, though that wasn’t going to stop me from daydreaming that it could be. I got butterflies in my stomach every time I thought about Dante, and in my fantasies, he felt the same way about me.

I had already decided that I was going to pretend tonight was a date, even though I knew that it wasn’t. I had never been on a real date before. I had spent most of my life waiting for my mate, only to get rejected within a few seconds of laying eyes on him. I still felt the dull ache in my chest whenever I thought of what could have been between the two of us, but I was sick of letting that fractured bond dominate my life.

For a while after my rejection, I wondered why he hadn’t asked for my full name so that he could reject me properly. It gave me hope that he would one day come back and claim me as his, but now I realise that hope was foolish. His real reasons for not giving me a proper rejection were probably a lot more selfish, such as prolonging my pain and ensuring that I could never get a second chance mate.

In my experience, that was exactly the kind of thing a future Alpha would do. They seemed to love proving their superiority over others, and what better way to do that than to have your ex-mate pining over you while you moved on to be happy with someone else. He probably expected that I would be alone and unhappy for the rest of my life. Working hard and serving others as a good little Omega, while he enjoyed all the luxuries afforded by his Alpha privilege.

Well, screw him!

I was going to have the best damn life any Omega had ever had, and he wasn’t going to be involved in any part of it. Dante would find someone to get me the documents I needed, and then I would leave this life behind me forever.

When I walked into the restaurant that Dante had booked for us, I did so with a confident sway in my hips. I had dressed in the best outfit I owned, a tight black dress that clung to my body in all the right places. Like many of my non-work clothes, I had found in a ranked pack member’s trash and altered it to fit me. It wasn’t much by other people’s standards, but I felt amazing in it regardless of where it came from.

Dante was sitting at one of the tables near the edge of the room, and when he noticed me heading towards him, a smile spread across his face. My heart rate elevated. He looked so hot wearing a suit even though it covered all of his sexy tattoos, and when he smiled at me like that, I felt like the only person in the room.

“Wow, you look gorgeous. It makes me wish that I got up the nerve to ask you out on a date earlier.”

“What do you mean?” He made it sound as though he was thinking of this as a real date, but I needed to be sure before I allowed my heart to get anymore invested than it already was. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to cope with getting my heart broken again so soon after my rejection.

“I have liked you for a long time, and I wanted to see if we could be more than friends. I just wasn’t sure if you would be interested in that after what that asshole did to you.”

“What he did hurt, but I am ready to move on with my life now.” My smile was so wide that I probably looked as though I had lost my mind, but I didn’t care. I had been dreaming of this for longer than I cared to admit, and I was ecstatic that at least some of my dreams were finally coming true.

Dante let out a nervous laugh, apparently relieved that I wasn’t upset that he thought of this as a date. He then leant over the table to place a soft kiss on my cheek.

“You have no idea how relieved I am to hear you say that. I have been worrying about how you would react to my confession all day.” He told me as the waitress walked over to our table.

Once I had given my order to her, I noticed that my wolf was stirring within my mind. She had only woken up a few months ago, and I was still getting used to her, but I already knew she wasn’t like other wolves.

She knew that our mate had rejected us, even though we could still feel the fractured bond hanging on stubbornly. I still had the increased senses and power that came with being mated to an Alpha, but knowing that our mate didn’t want us made my wolf quiet and lethargic. She hardly ever spoke to me, something which made my life as an Omega all the more lonely. Before I got close to Dante, there were times when I could go weeks without exchanging more than a handful of words with anyone.

‘You can’t get involved with him, he has a mate out there somewhere.’ My wolf told me, her voice rough through lack of use.

Most warlocks didn’t have fated mates in the same way as other supernatural creatures did. They choose their own mates for either love or to grow their powers. There were some exceptions, however. Some of the more ancient lineages were said to still have fated mates, and there were legends about rare cases of witches being fated to fae.

Although it was technically possible that Dante could have someone out there who was his other half, it was very unlikely. Especially considering the way most of the magic community viewed half-human warlocks like Dante

I was sure my wolf was just using that as a way of deterring me from having any kind of relationship with him. I was ready to move on with my life after Michael’s rejection, but she wasn’t over losing her mate. I wasn’t sure she ever would be.

‘Just because you gave up on him too easily, doesn’t mean that I have to,’ she replied with a huff.

I could understand her desire to be with her mate, but she didn’t have to stand in the middle of his pack, surrounded by his friends, while he said all those cruel things about me. It wasn’t so much a matter of giving up on him. It was more about having some damn self-respect. He could come back to me crawling on his knees, but it wouldn’t make a difference. He didn’t deserve me.

“Are you having trouble with your wolf?” Dante asked, pulling my attention back towards him. The waitress had finished taking his order and left the table at some point while I was arguing with my wolf, and I hadn’t even noticed.

“It is just a little disagreement. She thinks that our ex-mate is worthy of redemption, but I don’t think he is.” My wolf growled at my words before fading into the background of my mind.

Dante shuffled his chair around the table until he was sitting right beside me, before taking my hands in his. There was part of me that was worried that he was going to tell me that he had changed his mind, that I wasn’t worth the hassle even after everything we had been through together. I closed my eyes and turned my face away from him. I didn’t think that I could look him in the eyes if he was going to reject me too.

It wasn’t as though I would blame him for not wanting to be with me. It was hard enough to date an Omega werewolf without also having the knowledge that her wolf didn’t want you. Maybe I was going to have to get used to the idea of being alone for the rest of my life after all.

“Please look at me, beautiful,” he whispered.

I was still apprehensive, but I slowly opened my eyes and directed my gaze towards him. When I did, I noticed that he was looking at me with desire. I had seen that look from a lot of different men before, but this was the first time that I felt the same way in return.

“I didn’t decide to date you overnight. I had a lot of time to think about how we would make it work. I know that it will take your wolf a while to accept me, but once we have fully bonded, things will be a lot easier.”

Before I had time to process his words or ask him what he meant, Dante leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. He ran his tongue slowly over my lips and into my mouth while wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer. He didn’t pull away until we were both breathless, and the scent of my arousal was filling the air around us. Even then, he made sure to keep his face close to mine. I could feel his warm breath against my skin as his eyes burned into mine.

“Don’t ever doubt my feelings for you, beautiful, because I will do whatever it takes to make you mine,” he told me, sending tingles of desire all the way down my spine.