THE FATED OMEGA MATE

Chapter 11:elias

The clock read just past eleven when Damian excused himself, claiming he had spotted a group of old college friends across the room. His tone was casual, his stride confident, but before leaving he leaned closer to me, a faint smirk tugging his lips.

“Come with me,” he had said.

I shook my head. Crowds made me restless, and even more so when alcohol and pheromones hung thick in the air. “I will sit this one out.”

For a moment, I thought he would insist, but instead his gaze flicked toward the private booth above the floor, the one tucked into the shadows. He didn’t say it aloud, but I knew it was meant for me. A sanctuary. His silent way of saying," I thought of you."

From the booth, the view was both commanding and concealed. Below stretched a sea of glittering gowns, tailored suits, and the chaotic dance of mingling bodies. Music pulsed, glasses clinked, laughter rose above the bassline. From here, I could see everything, the flirtations in dark corners, the powerful alphas boasting to each other, the swirling lights bouncing across sequined dresses. Yet the booth itself was designed with discretion, heavy velvet curtains drawn halfway, plush seating in shadow. From below, one would have to look very carefully to notice the presence of someone above. It gave me cover, anonymity or so I thought.

I sipped my wine slowly, letting the dark liquid coat my tongue. It was rich and full-bodied, slightly fruity with an edge of spice that burned pleasantly on the way down. A warmth bloomed in my chest, soothing my nerves just enough that I allowed myself a small sigh of relief.

That relief shattered in an instant.

I hadn’t even realized someone had slipped into the booth until the cushions dipped beside me and a body pressed too close. My head jerked around, and I found myself staring into green eyes, predatory, gleaming with something that made my stomach turn. An unfamiliar alpha, face sharp with arrogance.

Before I could react, his hand was on my waist, fingers possessive and unwelcome. His nose brushed against my hair, my shoulder, as though sniffing me like prey.

My skin crawled. Revulsion surged like bile in my throat. I shot upright, jerking away from his touch, voice trembling with anger. “What do you think you’re doing?”

He only smiled, the expression lazy and cruel.

I moved to exit the booth, but he was quicker, slipping ahead to block the narrow passage. My heart hammered. Panic clawed at my chest. No scandal, Elias. Don’t cause a scene. But the bastard didn’t care about discretion.

And then, his pheromones hit me. Heavy, oppressive, suffocating. My knees weakened, the strength leaking from my limbs as my body reacted against my will.

No. No, no, not here.

With trembling hands, I fumbled in my pocket, pulling free the small vial of pills Dr. Max had given me. My breath came in sharp gasps as I dry swallowed two, snatching a glass of water from the table to force them down. Work, please, just work, I prayed, clutching the edge of the table to keep myself upright.

But his scent was everywhere, his presence pressing down like a cage.

“I won’t let you mark me,” I rasped, desperate, terrified.

His laugh was low, mocking. He advanced, and with what little strength I had left, I drove my knee hard into his groin. He hissed in pain, stumbling, and I shoved past him, my heart thundering.

I barely made it three steps beyond the booth before the air hit me like a wall. So many alphas, so many pheromones all at once. it was suffocating. My body faltered, lungs gasping, and my legs collapsed beneath me.

I hit the floor on my knees, chest heaving.

At least I’m out, I thought, vision blurring. Someone will see. Someone has to stop him.

But the party raged on. Laughter, music, conversation, all oblivious. No one noticed the omega crumpled at their feet.

Then, he laughed.

That same sickening laugh, just behind me.

“You see?” His voice was a low growl, dripping with amusement. “An omega is always an omega. No matter how high you climb, no matter whose bed you warm, in the end you open your legs.”

I froze, a violent shiver wracking my body. His words burned hotter than the humiliation already eating me alive.

“And after the little stunt you pulled back there,” he continued, stepping closer, his voice tightening into a hiss, “I’ll make sure you never forget tonight.”

I tried to crawl away, palms scraping the polished floor. My breath came in ragged bursts, and still no one looked, no one saw. The disgusting twisting of his face made it clear, he thought this was a sport. A hunt.

Please. Please, someone will notice. Damian, where are you? My mind screamed, but no sound left my throat. Fear had rooted me to the ground, choking me silent.

His shadow loomed over me, and I felt the cold certainty of what would happen if no one intervened.

Then. just then.

“What do you think you are doing touching my omega?”

The voice cracked like thunder, reverberating through the hall.

Everything stopped.

Music cut. Conversations died. Laughter dissolved into silence so sharp it was painful.

The crowd froze, turning toward the sound.

Damian Blackwell stood at the edge of the chaos, rage written across his face like a storm come to life. His eyes blazed, his jaw clenched, his entire aura radiating authority so fierce that even the air itself seemed to bow beneath it.

The alpha above me stiffened, the smugness draining from his features as the weight of Damian’s presence bore down on him.

And for the first time that night, I felt the faintest flicker of hope.

I looked over my shoulder, breath caught in my throat, to find Damian standing behind me.

His eyes were burning ,sharp, furious, and unyielding. They were fixed entirely on the stranger. His fists were clenched so tight the veins in his arms stood out, his chest rising with barely restrained anger.

“I am going to ask one more time,” Damian said, his voice low but laced with steel. Each word struck with the weight of command. “Why are you touching my omega?”

For a moment, I froze. My mind couldn’t even process what I had just heard. My omega? Since when was I his anything? The words rang inside me, rattling my chest with something dangerously close to both shock and warmth.

The alpha crouched in front of me and only smirked, fingers still clamped on my wrist as though he had every right to hold me there. His grip stung, but what chilled me more was the arrogance in his face.

“Ah, Damian,” he drawled, lifting his eyes lazily, as if greeting an old friend at a reunion. “It’s been a while. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

He spoke casually, almost mockingly, as though being caught trying to drag me back into the booth was just another ordinary inconvenience. He didn’t let go.

Damian moved forward, each step deliberate, heavy, commanding. The air seemed to thicken with his presence alone, his aura expanding with every inch he closed between them. His expression was carved in stone, cold, lethal, dangerous.

“Let. Him. Go.” The growl in his voice sent a ripple through the room, and for the first time that night, the party truly stilled. Whispers stirred like wind through leaves as heads turned, eyes wide, murmurs spreading. Everyone was watching, waiting.

But the stranger only chuckled, the sound low and infuriating. “Why do you care so much, huh? He’s just a stupid f*****g omega. A pathetic little assistant, last I checked.” His lip curled as he spat the words, like venom. “And your omega? Since when? Last I heard, Damian Blackwell couldn’t stand omegas. Least of all, a male one.”

That was the snap.

“That’s it.” Damian’s voice cracked like thunder.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop. His pheromones burst outward, filling every corner of the venue, a force so strong it pressed against skin and bone, suffocating in its raw dominance. It wasn’t just anger, it was power, absolute and undeniable.

My wrist was suddenly free. I hadn’t even registered him letting go before the stranger was on the ground, groaning. Damian was on him in an instant, fists slamming into his face, again and again, each blow fueled by fury and something far more primal.

Gasps rippled around us, sharp intakes of breath as people recoiled. A woman shrieked. Others whispered in shock, scandal rippling through the crowd like fire on dry grass.

But all I could see was Damian, his body coiled with violence, his eyes feral as he pinned the alpha down.

“Damian…” My voice was weak, but I forced myself to crawl closer, my hand trembling as I reached for him.

I touched his arm gently, softer than I meant to, afraid of breaking whatever fragile control he still had. His muscles were taut beneath my fingers, but when he looked up at me, everything shifted.

The wild, animalistic rage slowly faded from his expression. His breathing was heavy, his jaw still tight, but his eyes softened when they found mine, as though my presence alone was enough to steady him.

A small, tentative smile curved across my lips, a silent reassurance. I am okay.

Damian released the alpha with visible effort, shoving him aside like discarded trash. Without breaking eye contact with me, he stood, his frame towering, unyielding.

Then he bent, sweeping me into his arms as though I weighed nothing at all.

The crowd whispered, phones raised, flashes went off, but Damian didn’t spare them a single glance. He walked through them without hesitation, every step exuding ownership, defiance, and an aura so commanding no one dared step in his way.

Pressed against his chest, I could smell his scent, cedarwood and smoke, sharp with adrenaline yet warm, protective. It wrapped around me like a blanket, steadying my breath, dulling the weakness still gnawing at my limbs.

For the first time that night, I felt safe. Truly safe.

Yes, I had been in danger, but Damian had saved me. Once again.

And still, my heart echoed with the words that refused to fade.

My omega.