The Alpha’s Rejected Omega

The shy bravery

Sky’s POV

I need to erase this pain that I feel. The alcohol tasted like fire, and it's the kind of fire that burned going down, but for once, I didn’t mind.

In fact, I wanted it to burn. I wanted it to hurt so bad. Because if it hurt enough, maybe it would erase what I felt inside, or maybe dim the betrayal, the humiliation, and the image of my sister wrapped in the sheets with the man I was supposed to marry in a few weeks.

The club lights were a blur of red, gold, and violet. The music was too loud to think, too fast to keep up with, but I didn’t care, because that's what I want. The bass thrummed through my chest, and I let it. I wanted something to replace the pounding in my heart.

I downed another glass and laughed softly to myself, though I knew very well that nothing was funny. My hands were trembling so hard thinking about what to do next, but it wasn’t due to fear or annoyance anymore, it was from courage

I set the empty glass down hard on the counter. “Another,” I said to the bartender, slurring slightly.

He hesitated, eyeing me for a second. “You sure?”

“I said another.”

He obeyed. The world spun a little as I lifted the new glass. Somewhere between the first and fourth drink, I realized that I didn’t feel like myself anymore, and truth be told that was exactly what I needed. I didn’t want to be the Sky who got left, who got rejected, who was “too boring”.

I wanted to be someone else tonight. Someone who didn’t care about what the world had dealt her, I wanted to be someone fearless.

I tilted my head back and swallowed my drink,

For once in my life, I didn’t want to be careful. I didn’t want to think before I acted. I wanted to act first and then think later, I wanted to feel something, anything other than pain.

The alcohol made it easier to believe that I could. My heart started racing from a strange, reckless rush. I laughed again, a small, broken sound, and pressed my hand to my chest. “Screw this,” I muttered to myself. “Just screw it all.”

No one was watching me, and even if they were, I didn’t care. Nobody in this club should know me, I'm far away from my small pack, I'm in the human city closest to Cresent moon pack, but that doesn't matter, nobody here knows what I have lost or how much it hurts.

That was when I realized, I could do anything tonight. Anything I wanted.

I pushed my hair off my face, feeling strands cling to my cheeks. I was sweating slightly, but the cool air from the AC hit my skin as I turned toward the dance floor. Bodies moved together in a mess of lights and music, strangers touching, kissing, forgetting who they were for a few hours.

Why couldn’t I do that? Why couldn’t I have one night that wasn’t dictated by fear, rules, or expectations?

Nick’s words came back to me, he had said I was boring and nobody would want me. My jaw tightened.

He thought I was predictable. He thought I would always play it safe, always be the girl who made sure everything was perfect. Like I have always done and he still left me for my sister who never worked for anything in her life!

But not tonight. Tonight, I want to be reckless, I want to prove, even if only to myself, that I could be different. I wanted to do something reckless, something that would make me forget who I am for a night. Nick doesn't deserve me, I should have known before now.

My eyes roamed the club, searching for someone who could help me erase everything that hurt. Someone I could use to silence the ache for just one night.

I turned slightly, scanning the crowd until my gaze landed on the upper level at the VIP booths.

That was when I saw him. He wasn’t dancing and he wasn’t laughing like the others. He was just sitting in one of the booths, half in shadow, one arm resting lazily against the backrest. He was just watching in a calm, . . .almost detached way, like the chaos around him didn’t touch him.

Even from where I stood, I could tell he was different from everyone there, it didn't matter if it was the alcohol still talking.

He was dressed in a black button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his forearms toned and strong. His hair was dark, slightly tousled, and his jaw was sharp, defined, the kind of face that looked like it belonged on someone who got whatever he wanted without trying.

And God, he was beautiful, but not in a soft, polished way, this man was all man. There was something dangerous about him, something that said don’t come closer, which only made me want to.

And he looked like trouble, the kind of trouble I never let myself have, the kind of trouble I should avoid with every means necessary, but I don't want to.

I stared at him too long, and maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the pain, or maybe it was both, but I decided. . . he would do.

I looked down at myself. My gown is plain, long, and modest, the dress just describes everything Nick accused me of being and I hated it suddenly.

I bent down, gripped one side of the gown, and tore it upward. The sound of fabric ripping filled my ears. I stopped only when the slit reached well above my knee and my pulse quickened, making me feel sexy.

The cool air hit my exposed skin, and it made me shiver. I didn’t care how it looked. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was doing something for me.

I straightened and looked back at the booth. He was still there.

I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and began to walk toward him.

Each step felt heavier than the last, but I forced myself to keep going. My mind was a mess of thoughts, all clashing, all fighting for space.

You are crazy

No, I’m not! I deserve this.

But he is a stranger!

Good! Because that's exactly the point.

By the time I reached the stairs that led to the VIP section, my heart was pounding hard, but I didn’t turn back. I told myself it was just one night. Just this once and nobody had to know.

I needed this, I needed to stop hurting.

When I reached the top, two guards stood by the booth entrance. One of them stepped forward immediately, raising a hand.

“This section is private, miss.”

I blinked at him, realizing I hadn’t thought this through. I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, the man in the booth looked up.

Even under the dim lighting, his sharp, cold eyes caught mine, assessing. He leaned forward slightly, and I swear the space between us stopped existing for a second.

He gestured lightly with two fingers. “Let her in.” and the guard stepped aside.

My stomach twisted, a mix of nerves and adrenaline. I walked past them and into the booth.

Up close, he was even more devastating. He is a walking sin.

His skin was tanned, the kind that said he spent time outdoors, and a faint scar cut across his left eyebrow, it's a tiny little detail, but it gave him an edge that made it hard to look away from him. His lips were full, curved in a faint smirk that didn’t reach his eyes.

Those eyes. . .God, they were dark and deep.

He was lounging casually, one hand holding a glass of whiskey, the other resting on his thigh. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of muscle and smooth skin.

My breath hitched, I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t even know why I was standing there anymore, but his presence. . . it was like gravity.

He tilted his head slightly, studying me. “Do I know you?”

His voice was low, smooth, and thick with sexuality. It wasn’t a question so much as a statement, like he already knew the answer but wanted to see what I would say. But I'm sure there is no way he would have met someone like me. Never in a million years would I be in his league! Oh Sky, you are doing it again! Don't sell yourself short.

The sound of his voice did something to me. I felt it ripple through me like a physical touch, I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. This is not why I pictured this in my head.

His eyes moved down slowly, from my face, to my throat, to the torn slit in my gown, then to my legs. It wasn’t disrespectful, it was deliberate and controlled, and I think I feel a pool of my arousal between my legs.

“What is your name?” he asked quietly, but I could barely think straight.

I didn’t want to answer, I didn’t want to speak at all. Because the moment I did, this strange, bold spell I was under might break.

He waited, his gaze steady, waiting for me to answer his question, until something in me snapped.

I didn’t think, I didn’t breathe, I just moved.

Before I could stop myself, I stepped forward, closed the distance between us, and pressed my lips against his. Kissing him so hard.

The taste of whiskey and peppermint hit my tongue. His lips were warm, firm, and unmoving for a second, of course he hadn’t expected it. But then his hand caught my wrist firmly, holding me in place and kissing me back.

My heart raced so fast I thought it might burst. I have never been kissed like this in my entire life! I want this man!