Cheated and Deceived by the Omega

Kiera Age 18 I am feeling agitated and restless, my heart keeps racing with anticipation. Today is the day I know who my mate is and I can't stop thinking about who it would be. I can't shake the thoughts of the intense connection and chemistry we will share. I have been waiting forever, and my wolf-Lois patience is wearing thin. I’ve heard countless stories as one longs to finally meet their mate, to feel their touch, and to have their constant presence by one’s side. I know that some wolves like to sleep around or engage in casual relationships, but for me, I’ve kept myself for my mate. The bond with my mate is what truly matters. Kiera Age 20 I followed him -my mate, my senses on high alert, as he led me deeper into the heart of the city. He ducked into a small house, and I followed, my eyes scanning the surroundings. Moments later, a pregnant woman emerged from the same door, her scent unmistakably human but mixed with my mate’s. “Is she the woman that messaged him last night or are there more?”, I thought internally. I got more curious, and I followed behind her, my footsteps silent on the pavement. “Where was she headed, and what was her connection to my mate?" my mind racing. I stalk the pregnant human while she browses through the baby store aisles. She makes it easy, completely engrossed in her shopping, caressing her baby bump every so often, unaware of her surroundings. I imagine the baby is nudging and kicking her from the inside, and she, like a good mother, is responding to the movements. She looked completely radiant even with the baby bump. The pup is male and smells like my mate. Both of them carry his scent. My wolf - Lois wants to gag. She wants to spill blood. She has no qualms about attacking a pregnant woman, all she sees is competition. My human side is much more rational - there is no competition, and she's already won the race, while I am at home, waiting for my mate to finally mark me, she probably used her girl power to tie him down. I take a moment to objectively observe her, setting aside my blinding rage and jealousy; I imagine I am a scientist in a lab, observing the mating behavior of cheaters and mate-stealers. The human is elegant, with her shiny chestnut hair in a neat chignon, a beautiful knee-length maternity dress hugging her prominent bump, the rest of her figure untouched by pregnancy, her face radiant. I wish she was one of those pregnant women whose nose swells and hips widen abnormally... What am I saying, I wish she wasn't pregnant, that is what I wish. But here we are. I put on my best clueless face and clear my throat: "Er, sorry, excuse me, hi, do you mind helping me for a moment? I need to buy a present for my friend's baby shower, she has no registry and you probably know more about this stuff than I do" I chuckle. She beams at me: "Of course, gladly! I got tons of baby books for mine and if your friend hasn't registered for other baby items it probably means she doesn't need them - at least that is my logic." "Good point, I knew I should ask someone with actual experience! Congrats by the way, how far along are you?", I launch my interrogation. She rubs the bump again "35 weeks, almost there." "Do you know what you are having?" "A boy!" She smiles. "My fiancé is over the moon." “He probably is. But do you and your unborn pup know that he is a lying, backstabbing man who is a cheater” I thought internally. Now, if she were a wolf, she'd be able to sense and smell the anger and disgust rolling off of me. "That is beautiful, congrats. I hope to be a young mom like yourself, you look really great with your bump!" I manage to choke out without gagging. "Well I am 30 so not super young" she laughs, "though my fiancé is 25, can you believe it!" She laughs slyly, a woman proud of herself - and why wouldn't she be, my mate is extremely handsome, like most werewolves he has a body that only human action movie stars can attain and maintain plus he is an Omega. Back when I didn't know that his insides were a festering putrid pile of rot, I could tell you a lot about his eyes and locks and jawline, his big gentle hands, his honeysuckle scent that evokes summer mornings. Gosh, thinking about it hurts because of the mate bond but there is no point in thinking or talking about such things, for that male is not mine, never was. I am certain that there has been some cosmic mistake, us being paired together by the moon goddess. I guess he saw it before I did. Granted, Blake had more time to - see, he is four years older than me. As wolves, we are able to recognize our mates at 18, so he must have known back in high school. After seeing 14-year-old, braces-wearing-me, his response was to leave for college, although it was rare for someone from our pack to attend. He managed to convince the Alpha that we needed an accountant for all of the pack's businesses, so the pack gave him a generous scholarship, and in exchange, he signed a contract saying that after college he would come back and take care of pack business. "Well, thanks for your help, and good luck!" I tell her and hightail it out of there before I rage-shift and tear the whole store apart. I need to think. I need to make a plan. The 6-hour drive back to my pack is the best place to do it. I pull out of the mall's parking lot, and I take a hard look back at the female I was fifteen days ago.