Rise of An Omega

Chapter 13

Lucian's POV

After a very long time, my manhood has begun working. I mean, my s****l urges are back. I wonder how, but I am grateful it only means I am over Emily now.

I call Tatiana, one of the she-wolfs in the pack. She is tall and beautiful. Well, I don't want to look at her face or care about her beauty. All I want is to f**k her so hard. It's been two years now, I am horny as hell.

After she comes I get straight to get point, and she is more than willing to do it. She is as wet as she can get, I don't have to start with foreplay. I can't even imagine it with a stranger, it’s disgusting. Just as I start f*****g her, the door suddenly opens. The omega of Westwood enters, her eyes are full of concern. But her expression changes immediately, she sees me in that position. I freeze, not knowing what to do or say, so I remain in the same position, my eyes fixated on her.

Is that tears in her eyes? Why? I feel awful myself, why do I feel like I have betrayed her.

Tatiana manages to speak, Omega replies by just apologizing, and she flees running, closing the door behind her? All of a sudden, my erection goes away. All my feeling and horniness goes away as well. I feel so empty inside, I am unable to decipher my feelings.

“What the f**k was that, how could someone just bulge into your office like that? She needs to be punished.” Tatiana says in anger, but I just stare at her. “Where were we.” Her expression changes and a smile is plastered on her face. She lowers her head to look at my d**k which is already out of her p***y since it has shrunk beyond its original size.

“Jeez, where do I start now.” She says, getting down from the table, positioning herself for a blowj*b. I am not in the mood anymore.

“Leave.” I command, annoyed.

“But why? We were having such a wonderful time.” She asks.

“No one questions me.” I say in my Alpha tone, which makes her afraid instantly. This tone always makes them submit. I hate that I used it on her, but I had to. All I want is to see her, the Omega, Sylvia. I don't know what draws me to her. I have never felt this guilt, except for that one time that I almost cheated on Emily. But why do I have to feel this way for an Omega of all females? I don't want to downgrade her, but she isn't my type or even my class. I just want to help her so that people can stop picking on her. I am sure that Westwood pack will try to claim her back when they find where she is. By then, she will be stronger and able to protect and stand up for herself.

But why do I want to see her so badly? I control myself, but when I don't see her at dinner time, my wolf goes wild. He wants to see her as badly as I want to. I head to her room, I couldn't even enjoy my dinner. I knock at her door, but I get no answer, as I knock again it swings open.

“Sylvia.” I call out to her, but she doesn't answer. I enter her room slowly, maybe she is outside. I will wait for her here. I would have sniffed her if she had a scent. As I enter, I notice her sleeping, all I can hear is her soft breathing. She is lying, so peacefully, her hands held together in front of her. I walk to the bedside and kneel in front of her. What is it that is making me feel this way. What's so special about you, Sylvia? I ask myself inwardly. I look at her dirty blonde hair, it now looks clean, not like the first time I saw her. Her long eyelashes, her small face and thin lips. I can’t say she is beautiful, but she isn't ugly either. Definitely not my type, yet I am here kneeling in front of her, stalking her in her sleep. A whole Alpha like me.

I tuck some hairs behind her ears, immediately our skins touch, the scent I felt in Westwood, lavender, Amber and citrus mixed together. I close my eyes as the intoxication spreads to my blood stream. My hairs stand erect, Lamar starts whining, he threatens to take over. But the scent immediate stops. What is happening? Why can't I understand.

'Isn't it, mate?' Lamar asks in a hurt tone.

'I can't really explain, Lamar.' I answer. He doesn't ask another question, instead he retreats to the back of my mind. We are hurting and also confused. I cannot certainly tell whether the scent is my mate's or not. Now that I think of it, the last time it happened, it was near the attic where I later came to find Sylvia in it. And now it happened when our hands came into contact.

I try to touch her again, but I don't feel anything. Maybe it's all in my head. That's the only explanation.

I want to leave, but I can't, my mind wants another thing, but my heart wants another. My heart wins, I get my boots off, close the door from the inside and I slip into bed. She looks so cold, she is shivering. I decide to give her some warmth. I carefully get into bed behind her, trying my best not to wake her. I get closer to her and wrap my huge hand around her tiny waist. She is so tiny. I rest my head slightly on her hair, it's gorgeous, it smells is heavenly. I feel so at peace right now.

What the hell am I doing right now? Why am I holding a stranger in my arms? And why don't I want to let her go.

She stirs up in my arms, she gets comfortable, snuggling herself further towards me and goes back to sleep. This action drives me insane, her tiny hips are now resting on my already hard d**k. How it got hard, I don't even know. I feel so aroused, I want to slide my hands up her blouse and to her tiny t**s. It takes me so much to stop myself from doing it.

Her stirring starts again, she rubs my d**k even more as she tries to position herself. She is driving me crazy. I want her, how my body responds to her is unexplainable.