Rejecting The Omega.
1246 Words
Zyraeth Storm.
I climbed down through the rocks, careful at first, then broke into a run down the hill. Without slowing down, I jumped into the sea.
Splash.
The cold water wrapped around me instantly. I dived deeper, letting it swallow me whole. The chill bit into my skin at first, sharp and shocking, but then it turned soothing. It numbed everything: the tension in my shoulders, the tightness in my chest, the noise inside my head.
I stretched my arms out and let myself sink. The deeper I went, the quieter it became.
Just me and the water.
My heartbeat slowed. The usual pressure that sat on my lungs eased. Down here, no one could look at me and see an alpha. The water didn’t care who I was. It simply held me.
I want to stay forever. Let this place become my home. I wouldn’t have to hear the clan’s voices. I could even die here peacefully if I wanted. No duty. Responsibilities. No expectation to lead or to be flawless. I could just exist.
Who cares?
No one understands. They want me to be an alpha. The perfect, controlled, and unbreakable wolf. Just follow orders. Lose your sanity if you have to, but never step out of line.
But the water… the trees… they demand nothing. Nature doesn’t care about titles. It lets you live.
I smiled to myself underwater. I slowly opened my eyes and caught the blur of sunlight piercing through the surface. The brightness stung, and a sharp pressure pulsed in my chest.
I lost focus again.
I pushed upward and broke through the surface, dragging in a breath. When I wiped the water from my face, Soraya was right in front of me.
My heart sank.
She looked startled.
I rubbed my eyes, making sure I wasn’t imagining her. She was squatting on a large rock, its base submerged in the water. My gaze locked onto hers.
What was she doing here?
I swam past her without a word and walked out of the sea. Water dripped from my hair and clothes as I climbed onto the rock she had been sitting on. She stood up, facing me. We were about five feet apart.
Ignoring how soaked I was, I stared into her eyes. She had something unusual about her. From a distance, her eyes looked black. But when you stood close, when light touched them, they shifted into a deep blue before darkening again. It wasn’t obvious unless you paid attention. The blue had to be real. It flickered beneath the black like something hidden.
How did she find this spot?
Oh. Nero.
She’s his best friend. I forgot.
She knows about this place. Why am I even still standing here? I sighed and turned away.
“Zyraeth,” she called, her voice soft but clear. I heard her light footsteps coming closer.
I gave a glance.
“I didn’t know you liked to swim,” she said with a smile. A strand of hair fell into her face, and she tucked it behind her ear. Her sundress suited her.
“Yeah,” I replied shortly, stepping away.
“How did you find this place?” She asked, following me as I climbed down from the rock and onto the sand.
I looked up at the sky. Clouds were slowly gathering. A small smile tugged at my lips. I couldn’t wait for it to rain. Rain felt almost as freeing as the sea.
She stood beside me, looking up too. I studied her from the corner of my eye. This is the girl who’s supposed to be my mate? She looks fragile. Too thin. I heard Myrel can cure her. Let’s just get this over with. Stop thinking about her.
“I was second today at school,” she said with a shy smile. “You took first place. I didn’t know you were so good at academics.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“I mean, well, you know,” she rushed. “It’s always been me and Nero competing. I didn’t know we had another competitor. You’re new, and you got every test. That’s impressive.” She laughed softly, pressing her lips together. She dug her toes into the sand, hands behind her back. “But I want to beat you.”
“You think you can do that?” I asked, studying her expression.
“Yes. I never fail in my academics.” She lifted her thumb confidently. “Want to make a bet? I’ll beat you in the exams.”
“Getting serious over some test?” I scoffed.
“Yes. I never back down from a challenge.”
“I didn’t challenge you,” I corrected. “You created that yourself.”
“I don’t care,” she said with a stubborn smile. “I’m still beating you.”
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes.
She ran after me and stepped in front of me, blocking my path.
“What do you want from me?” I asked seriously.
“I… I came here to get some air after taking another shot of the poison,” she said, staring down at her feet. “I might have to take another one in a few hours. So…”
“Why are you telling me this?” I cut in, stepping closer to her.
We barely know each other. We’ve only met three times. What is wrong with her?
“I want your help,” she said boldly, finally lifting her head.
“What the hell,” I muttered under my breath.
“I’m serious. I know you know nothing much about me,” she continued, her voice unsteady but determined. “But please. Help me.”
“Are you okay?” I asked flatly.
She let out a long sigh. “I know I’m asking too much, but—”
“I’m not doing that,” I interrupted and walked past her. I knew exactly what she wanted. Protection. Support. Someone beside her while everyone circled like vultures. I wasn’t interested. Once Myrel cures her, I’m out of this mess.
When I got home, I stripped off my wet clothes and threw them onto the floor. I walked to the window and gripped its sides, staring out at the city. I inhaled the cool evening air, trying to clear my head.
Her expression flashed into my mind. The hesitation. The desperation.
I knew what she was asking for.
But I’m not ready to be anyone’s bodyguard. She needs to learn to survive on her own.
I stepped away from the window and moved toward my wardrobe, pulling out fresh clothes. Within seconds, I dressed. The door to my room opened quietly.
I caught the scent immediately and knew who it was before he spoke.
“Alpha Kodiak wants to see you.”
My brows tightened. “Tell him I’m on my way.”
“Yes, Alpha Zyraeth.” He stepped out and shut the door.
I slipped on my blue robe and left my room, heading downstairs. I didn’t bother tying it properly. When I reached his chambers, I pushed the doors open without knocking.
He stood before the large glass window, overlooking the city.
“You requested me,” I said.
“I heard about this Omega,” he replied without turning. “She attends your school. What are you doing about her?”
“Was that the reason you called me?”
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