Omega Second Chance

Chapter Two

Rosa POV

In our big city of twenty million, I never thought I would see him again. but here he was. Right in front of me. I could feel his eyes falling upon me. Then I heard his name. My emotions fill my body. I had put that name to sleep in my mind. The pain in my heart bullied its way to the surface. My heart felt like it had been cut open. Now, all the memories came flooding back.. My body went stiff. My shoulders tightened and trembled. I was unable to move for a moment.

I was trying to step aside when he passed. Our bodies brushed slightly as our clothes touched. My chest tightened with a pounding in my heart. I never looked up as I left the booth.I couldn't look into his eyes. Those eyes that were filled with hurt the day I rejected him. Those eyes turned to hatred when our fathers were killed. Those eyes that I torched with hurt.

At first, I walked, and soon, I found myself jogging to the restroom. My eyes were filled with tears. Why now? I never planned on seeing him again. Did he remember me? Did he hate me? Why now that I am at my lowest self. Maybe I hated myself for what happened. My mind was in total chaos. Splashing my face with water, I tried to get it together.

Returning to work, I walked by the booth. I could see Dusty sitting talking

with everyone. His expressions were still the same. He had that cold gaze in his eyes. The same gaze he had the day we were attacked.

Dusty was the betas son. His father and my father worked together on many projects for the pack. He was a shy, quiet boy in school but cute. He didn't pay much attention to the girls in our pack and was bullied for it. That's how the bet came about. I had put that day out of my mind, but it all came flooding back.

As the betas son, he had duties to learn. Dusty just wasn't interested in them. He didn't want to be held high in the pack. To him, simple was better. He had dreams of doing adventures in life and not being tied to one pack. Yes, he was bullied a lot, but he never gave in. He was so gentle and kind. Until that day, we found out we were mates. I just couldn't accept that, so I rejected him. Then, the attack happened. I had heard he had changed but to become the next alpha.This boy who was not interested in business. This boy who wore blue jeans and tee shirts with sneakers and would complain if he had to dress properly. It was hard to wrap my mind around it. But here he was in a tailored suit. Ready to become the packs new Alpha.

That day, I seduced him. The way he held me. Almost breaking my arm by holding me so tight. How I felt afterward. At that moment, I felt ashamed . Why? I asked myself. I seduced him, but he taught me love that day. Maybe that's what scared me the most.

This young boy who was shy and quiet now will be our Alphia. He vowed revenge the day the rogues attacked out pack. Many good men died that day, including my father. Dustys father also died trying to save my father. When the evidence of the attack surfaced and my father was accused of being a traitor, my mother couldn't live with the guilt. She couldn't believe my father would do that to his pack. They took everything my father had built up for his family. Our home was locked, and our bank account was seized.She fell sick and soon went into a coma. Life support is the only thing keeping her alive. I had to find work. My dreams of going to college were destroyed. My uncle seemed to have all this evidence against my father. We all know how jealous my uncle was of his brother. But to accuse him of being a traitor was beyond what we ever imagined.If only I could show them the truth.

I heard Jasmine ask him if he recognized the waiter. "No, I didn't see her face. " He replied. "I don't usually check out bar maids."

"Well, let me tell you who it was." She smiled. "It was none other than your old fling, Rosa. You remember her. Don't you? You know the girl who seduced you. The one who rejected you as her mate. The one whose father caused the death of your father." She said with a half smile upon her lips.

I could see his face from where I was standing. His eyes grew black and cold as he looked at her. He looked around and smiled and then started talking to the guys as if to tell her he was going to agnore her question. Our eyes made contact as he looked out the beveled glass. I couldn't look away. Those eyes drew me in. Oh, the pain stabbed me deep in my chest.

I was happy when that night ended. It was then that I got another call from the hospital. "Miss Rosa, I have to inform you that your funds have run out. We need money soon to continue the treatments. I will give it until tomorrow. " The phone went silent.

I can't let the treatments stop. What if she woke up? As long as her heart still was beating and her hands were warm, I had to keep her alive. I walked the streets in silence. Letting my hair down to relieve the tension on my head, my mind raced with thoughts.

What if I stage an accident. Maybe I can get enough money to keep my mom going. Walking home that night, I thought more about it. The wind was blowing my long hair, causing it to flip around my face.. Standing at that intersection, I looked around. I could see the headlights getting closer.Several cars had passed when I saw a Maybach that was coming into the intersection. A rich persons car. Perfect, I thought. I clinched my hands tight. What if this turns out bad? What if I don't make it?

Closing my eyes, I stepped out into the path of the car. With the harsh sound of the breaks, friction and the heat from the cars engine emitting were scorching .Burning my skin as it hit me.

The impact from the car knocked me to the ground. Pain embedded my body. My legs were numb. I was dazed.My flesh stank as the pain went deep.

I could vaguely see a figure walking toward me. His clothes told me he was walking with haste. Reaching down, he lifted me up. That fragrance. I knew it. It was familiar. I had met this person before.

The man was tall and slender. I could see his hands as he reached for me. The light from the cars' headlights was dazzling. So I squinted my eyes. There it was. The scar.

No, it couldn't be him. Not him. I felt sick. Was this in the stars. Did the gods have it written. Would I ever know why? I wondered. Why him? My thoughts raced through my mind. He hates me. Why would he help me?.

I tried to stand, but the pain in my legs was so intense that I collapsed . Again, I tried to stand. Getting my legs under me, I tried to push him away. "Are you okay?" He asked.

I was so embarrassed that I just wanted to find a hole and crawl in it. The blood was rolling down my legs, and I knew I needed help. Being a wolf, I knew if I didn't get what I needed, my body would heal all wrong. What, then? If I couldn't work, I couldn't help my mom. Tears streamed down my checks.

"I am fine. "I said as I swayed back and forth like I had been drinking. My body shakes from the pain.

Again, I tried to push him away. My head was spinning. This time, I collapsed. My body screamed in pain and embarrassment. His arms caught me. At first, they felt cold, and I could feel his breathing rising and falling violently. He held my tiny wrist tightly as he pulled my arms up around his neck. I feel into his chest. It was warm and familiar. I could feel him gently pick me up. I laid my head on his chest. His eyes staring were black and cold as he held me tightly.