Cheated and Deceived by the Omega

Chapter 2

Kiera

20 years

Fifteen days ago, my mate returned to our pack after 6 years of absence. Well, the absence was only for me - he would come down from Chicago every summer, always during the month that I would spend in California at my paternal aunt's pack. I had never noticed or realized this before, cause honestly I never thought about him at all.

The day he returned though, I entered the dining room of our pack house to attend the party in his honor, and as soon as I opened the door, his scent hit me like a ton of bricks. My entire body started humming, vibrating, trembling with feelings I couldn't even name. “How long has he known!” was the only thing I could think of.

I just managed to lift my head in time to see him running towards me, taking my face in his big hands, and putting his lips on mine. It was my first kiss, and I was glad it was. I couldn't imagine anything else measuring up to the intensity of losing myself in that connection. The heat, the sparks, the all-consuming desire I had for the male, it was all so overwhelming.

I wasn't thinking, I couldn't think! All I could do is feel. At some point I heard applause and catcalls, and we both sobered up a bit and just stood there grinning at each other. One of his hands was on my waist, while the other gently brushed my hair out of my face.

"Blake", I whispered.

He cleared his throat, "Kiera, right?"

"Yup" I grinned at him, falling in love with the sound of my name on his tongue.

He was here, he was finally here, my mate. My life could finally start now. I know, I know, girl power and all that, I don't need no man etc. but you don't understand, I am a wolf! Our mates are sacred, the most important bond in our society. From the time we are pups it is drilled into our heads that we are a species that mates for life, that each one of us gets only one mate from the goddess, and that said mate is hand-picked for us, the perfect counterpart to spend our lives with.

Nowadays many don't wait for their mates anymore, but at least in my pack young wolves don't get into relationships – they hook up with random humans in big cities, or in high school, but many do wait. I was one of those who waited. All I ever wanted was to find my mate, to live the domestic bliss that my parents had, that other pack members had.

Not all pairings were happy, of course, there was still the occasional infidelity or alcoholism problem, but those were so rare and so far apart that one could not help but idealize the mate bond. Or in my case, build your whole life around it.

That night my mate took me back to his room at the pack house where, after a heavy make out session, he pulled away from me, ran a hand through his hair and said: "Wait. We shouldn't."

I, of course, laughed, and asked "Why the hell not? I've waited long enough to have sxx and I'm not waiting a moment longer."

Something crossed his face so quickly that I had to blink several times in succession, to make sure there was nothing in my eye that would cause me to see weird shadows on people's beautiful faces. Blake cleared his throat and said "If we have sxx tonight, my wolf will come out and mark you. I’ve known since I was 18. I want to do this properly, I want to give you a beautiful mating ceremony first.”

I could smell some dishonesty in his words, but for the life of me, I couldn't figure out what he would be lying about and why.

I furrowed my brows: "A mating ceremony? I don't care about a mating ceremony. All I care about is that I finally found you" I straddled him and raised my forehead to his

"I thought every little girl dreams about her mating ceremony", he murmured.

"You've lived with the humans for too long", I laughed and he tensed slightly. “AIl I care about is the bite" I said huskily and bit his bottom lip. He moaned, and I felt my p***y clench around nothing, desperate to be filled. Before I could fulfill my desires, he took me off of his lap and got up from the bed.

"I need a shower, it's been a long day" he said without looking at me, and headed for the bathroom.

I sat on the bed, stunned, and shame reared its ugly head somewhere deep in my gut. I felt like a cheap prostitute who threw herself at a man who didn't want her. It was wrong, all wrong. I had heard enough meet cute mate stories to know something wasn't right.

One of my friends, Samantha found her mate at the mall and they proceeded to mate right there in the public restroom. Another saw his mate for the first time at a pack meet barbecue night and marked her right then and there. It was hilarious, they made out for a bit and then learned each other's names. But hey, that's wolves for ya.

After sitting there for who knows how long while he is showering, I decided to head home. I put the thought that perhaps he was tired from the trip from the city and decided to let him rest. I grabbed my bag and my phone from the nightstand, woke up the sereen to see what time it was, only to realize that it was not my iPhone. It was my mate's.

And it had a photo of him with another woman as a screensaver. They are sitting on a beach somewhere, tanned and happy, his arms are around her waist and his chin is on her shoulder. She is nestled into his body and grinning at the camera, while he is looking at her with a heartbreakingly lovesick expression.

Some cold dread-like feeling runs through my entire body. My wolf felt angry at whoever the woman was and crazy angry at our mate. I slump down on the bed, my legs no longer able to support me. My cold numb fingers are squeezing the damn phone like they are trying to choke the life out of it, and then it vibrates. I turn the phone around with shaking hands and I see a new message pop up "We miss you " from someone saved as 'Lily ❤️💍'

"Who is Lily?" I mentally thought. "And why does he have a 'love and ring' emoji linked to her contact name?" I need to think. I need to think. I also need to breathe. I hear Blake getting out of the shower and I start panicking, I leave the phone where I found it, I try to act aloof but I still don't get up because I don't trust my legs anymore. My stomach is churning, I am going to be sick. I don't know what to think.

"Where are you going?" he asks, a towel around his waist, his beautiful brown locks damp from the shower, looking at my hands gripping my bag. He was looking so delicious to eat but I was fuming with anger.

"Oh I was going to let you rest", I lie, and he frowns cause he could tell there is something wrong. My heartbeat can be heard from three houses over.

"Babe", he sighs. "Kiera. Look, I'm sorry. It's just... I have to go back to Chicago for a month. I need to take my last exam and finish up some paperwork. It's gonna be hard enough on my wolf to be apart from you as it is, can you imagine being marked and mated?"

I can't believe he lied straight to my face. But then again, two can play this game. "We can go together?" I say and even I can hear how pathetic it sounds. Clearly, he would have offered if that was what he wanted.

"I..I already quit my apartment there, I'l be crashing with different friends for the month, so it would be... complicated to bring another person in the mix" he says, truth with an undercurrent of lies. Again, I have a hard time filtering out the truth from the lie.

"Okay" I say meekly, "when are you leaving?"

“Tomorrow morning", he says. "I only came today to sign my work contract and attend the party, and then next month I officially start work here at the pack. He sits down on the bed next to me, looks through the window and he seems so tired. "Stay here tonight, my wolf and I want to hug you and breathe your scent in while we sleep. I’ve waited for too long” he says while nuzzling my neck.

I kiss his neck, "sure".

We get ready for bed in silence, each one of us lost in their own thoughts. He spoons me and falls asleep fairly quickly. I stay awake for hours, wondering what the hell is going on.