His Desire: The Hybrid Outcast Omega

Chapter 5

~ Judy ~

“This isn't over, Judy. Whatever this is... it is just the beginning.”

Oh God.

“I have to get out of here,” I mumble quickly and run away without looking back. It is as if my whole brain just got back from a long vacation.

And now, I feel like I just committed the worst sin in the world.

On my way back to the motel, I stumble towards the building in a daze, my legs shaking from the aftermath of what just happened a few minutes ago between me and Kieran.

Fuck. I am going to hell.

I finally reach the building and after entering inside, I quickly find my room and yank the door open.

Once inside the room, I slam the door behind me and lock it. Next, I lean against the door frame, still breathing hard. The room smells of stale cigarettes and cheap air freshener.

But all I can taste is him.

Black coffee. Salty skin.

The scent of desire on his lips.

Fuck.

My fingers tremble as I strip off my clothes, my breaths still coming in ragged gasps. The fabric slides off my heated flesh and falls to the floor.

Next, I stand before the cracked mirror in the room, seeing myself reflected back at me.

Flushed cheeks.

Swollen lips from his kiss.

Wild eyes shining back with the mix of shame and filthy desire.

I am really going to hell.

The scars on my back gleam faintly under the dim light, a reminder of the past cruelty done to me.

But tonight, the same man who did nothing to stop my punishment back then is the same man who worshipped me on his knees tonight.

“Damn you Kieran,” I mutter, turning away from the mirror and sinking onto the bed. The sheets are rough, scratching my sensitive skin, but in my mind, I can't stop the replay of what happened between me and Kieran.

I can't stop thinking about the way his tongue coaxed filthy moans from me.

I can't stop thinking about the way he growled as he f****d me raw and possessively like I was his to claim.

My core is still throbbing with tingles of pleasure.

However, the sensations are mixed with the guilt now twisting harder in my guts.

What have I done? What have we done? He is married to Eliza. My sister.

What we did was wrong. So f*****g wrong.

But I know that if given another chance, we will do it all over again because I will let him do it again and again. Whenever I am with him, I feel like anything is possible. I feel so alive as if my body and soul are only made for him.

And now that he has tasted me, the pull towards him is stronger. An insatiable hunger that doesn't care about morals.

It only cares about him.

Still on my bed, I toss, grabbing a nearby pillow and hugging it tight. I am tangled in the sheets, already wet between my thighs.

Biting back a moan, my hand instinctively slides between my thighs.

But midway, I stop myself, frustration building inside me.

I can't keep doing this.

I need to leave this pack before this madness consumes me entirely.

Withdrawing my hand completely, I grip the pillow, digging my nails into the foam while clenching my thighs together.

But soon, I fall asleep, haunted by the sinful dream of Kieran pinning me down and thrusting his c**k into me with ruthless dominance.

~ 🥀🖤🥀 ~

The next morning, I wake up with a pounding headache.

Fuck.

Beside me, my phone buzzes with a text:

*Pack meeting at noon. Your presence is required. - Elder Council*

Dammit.

I groan, tossing my phone aside. The funeral was yesterday. What more do they want now?

However, defying the elders means risking further banishment.

Or something even worse.

After climbing out of the bed, I brush my teeth, have a quick bath, and then fish out an outfit of defiance.

I put on the outfit: A black leather jacket over a tight tank top that hugs my breasts, with dark jeans that accentuate my thick body curves.

If I am going to face the elders today, I might as well do it while looking like the survivor I have become and not as the broken omega they exiled.

Done getting ready, I book a ride and minutes later, I am out of the motel and on my way to the venue.

About fifteen minutes later, I arrive.

The council headquarters is a sleek high-rise in the heart of the pack, built beside one of Kieran's luxurious hotels. After entering the building, I take the elevator up, my stomach knotting instantly as the bond ignites to life inside me.

Kieran.

He is here.

I can feel him. The pull is like a magnetic force drawing me towards the conference room. I swallow hard, taking a corner per the instructions I received from a kind-hearted waitress.

Finally, I find the door of the conference room.

And when I enter the room, I instantly discover that everywhere is already packed.

I can recognize some faces of the elders from two years ago. Stern faces that only care about doing things their ‘right’ way without even considering the victim involved. They are lost in their conversations and no one seems to care about the girl who just walked into the room.

Better for me.

Sighing, I take a step further into the room, and right then, at the head table, I see Kieran and Eliza there. Eliza is sitting beside Kieran like his queen, her hand resting on his thigh under the table.

The possessive gesture makes my wolf snarl internally.

Kieran looks impeccable in his dark suit, and right then, his eyes find mine the moment he notices someone staring at him.

Our eyes lock into each other.

And I gulp.

Those green eyes are now darkening with that same hunger and desire from last night. Heat floods my cheeks, my heart rapidly thudding inside my chest.

No Judy. Not now. Not here.

Quickly, I look away and force myself not to look back at him, at least for now. Quietly, I find a seat at the back and settle down. The room suddenly feels too hot for me despite the air conditioners that are doing their jobs, but I know I am feeling this way because I can still sense Kieran's eyes fixed on me.

Still, I don't look back.

Some minutes later, the meeting begins with Elder Thaddeus, a grizzled man with silver white hair, as he clears his throat.

“Good morning everyone. We are all here to discuss the Hale family's estate and the recent... anomalies.” His pauses and his gaze lands on me, heavy with suspicion. “Judy Hale, your parents' will names you as partial beneficiary, despite your banishment. But there are conditions.”

“Conditions she can't meet, Elder,” Eliza quickly cuts in and leans forward, her smile sharp as a blade. “She is an exile and definitely isn't fit to inherit anything.”

Kieran's jaw tightens, but he says nothing, his fingers drumming on the table. The bond is still swirling inside me, and despite the nonsense that Eliza just blurted out, I strangely feel at peace, like she can go to f**k herself in hell. In the silence, I can feel Kieran's gaze on my lips, my neck, as if undressing me inch by f*****g inch right here and now.

Fuck.

My n*****s pebble under my shirt. I quickly cross my arms to hide it, cursing the way my body is betraying me right now.

“Well, Luna Eliza, I think you shouldn't come to conclusions hastily,” Elder Thaddeus finally breaks the silence. “Moreover, the illness that claimed your parents is not natural at all. There are rumors suggesting that dark magic is involved, perhaps a curse. We need to investigate.”

Dark magic? A curse?

It can't be.

Strangely, the gossip I heard about my real mother's affair when I was a child suddenly flashes in my mind. Back then, there were rumors all over the pack that my mother was cheating and was eventually punished for her cheating behavior by suffering a mysterious illness that killed her and left me with the Hales. I never pursued those rumors.

And now, I can't help but wonder:

Is her mysterious death connected to the death of my foster parents?