The Unwanted Omega

Chapter2

"A surprise," Kael confesses softly. It feels as if he should keep his voice down, as if he might shatter the delicate moment hanging between them. "For your eighteenth. Happy birthday, love."

She turns her endless blue eyes to him, tears clinging to her lashes like tiny constellations. Wordlessly, she intertwines their fingers and draws him close, their bodies pressing together.

Surprised, she whispers, "You didn't have to do all this for me."

Kael frowns, his hands gently cradling her face. He gives her a quick, tender, innocent kiss. "I would do anything for you," he whispers, watching as she rewards him with a dazzling smile before pressing her lips against his.

They stumble backward and, fortunately, land on the soft grass without either of them getting hurt.

The bag slips off his shoulder and he remembers- "The blanket," he murmurs, his words barely audible beneath her fervent kisses.

"We don't need it," she responds, allowing him to pull her into his lap, her thighs straddling his, and suddenly it's unbearably hot. Suddenly, all he can smell is the arousal growing between them. Suddenly, she is all he can focus on. "I just need you."

Her honesty surprises him, but there isn't a single part of him that wants to resist her. She controls every nerve in his body, each one taut on a string.

When she pulls at the string, he's ready and willing to respond. She is his puppeteer.

Her hands glide down his chest, her nails grazing his skin and making him shiver. He can't suppress the low groan that escapes his lips when her fingers trace down his stomach and circle the base of his arousal. Her hands are smaller than his, but he's never felt anything as exquisite as her touch.

"Can we?" he rasps, the words catching in his throat awkwardly, but she understands anyway. She kisses him again, deeply, leisurely, and his thoughts scatter like startled birds.

"I'd be disappointed if we didn't," she murmurs. "It is my birthday, after all. And you haven't given me my gift yet."

"When did you become so confident?" he chuckles. But it quickly fades into a whimper that would have embarrassed him if it was anyone other than Chelsea touching him.

He can smell the arousal on her skin, her wetness practically dripping onto his thighs, the scent sweeter than any honey he's ever tasted.

"You make it easy," she confesses, and he loves hearing it.

She fills his heart with joy. He loves that she feels safe with him. That she feels she can be herself. His fingers dig into the softness of her hips as she adjusts her position on him and she guides him into her.

Their mouths meet, moaning in unison as she takes him in.

He retracts all his previous thoughts.

Everything he thought about how incredible it felt to have her hands on him pales in comparison to the warmth enveloping him now in a way he never imagined was possible.

She's whimpering, her teeth nipping at his lips while she adjusts to the new sensation and, honestly, he's trying to adjust too.

It's mesmerizing. Every atom of his body is focused on the rhythm of their bodies as she grinds against him. The way she takes him in and he's lost in it. Lost in the warmth that engulfs his entire being. He can barely pay attention to more than the soft gasps she breathes onto his shoulder, the sting of her nails carving tiny red crescents into his skin.

Something primal propels him up, flipping her onto her back and preening at the new pleasure cresting on her face. Her brows furrowed, eyes squeezed shut, one of her hands slipping down between her thighs and eliciting a higher-pitched whine from her throat.

She's pulsating around him. He can't put into words the heat burning low in his stomach.

"Did you hear that?" he breathes, his head snapping up to scan the tree line near them.

Chelsea looks confused, her chest heaving with a suppressed cry.

"What are you talking about? Please, don't stop," she pleads, her fingernails scraping against his skin, desperate for some form of contact.

Kael strains his eyes, scanning the surrounding area, but he can't see anything out of the ordinary. The sound of his own blood rushing in his ears is too loud, drowning out any other potential sounds from the environment. He decides to dismiss it, attributing the noise to a small animal passing by, and concludes there's nothing to be concerned about.

He refocuses his attention back to Chelsea, the woman beneath him who's waiting with bated breath. He leans in to plant a soft kiss on her lips, an unspoken apology for the brief interruption. Then, he slowly rolls his hips into hers, the movement drawing out a moan from deep within her. The sound, raw and filled with desire, might just be his new favorite melody.

"Sorry," he manages to grunt out, his voice strained with the effort to control his movements. He starts to move again, establishing a steady rhythm as he loses himself in the sensation of their bodies intertwined. He chases the mounting pleasure, feeling it build within him like a wave gathering strength.

He rides this wave, waiting for that inevitable moment when it would reach its peak and crash, washing over him with an intensity that would leave him breathless.

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Meanwhile...

Andrea steps into the Alpha's residence for Chelsea's grand celebration, she feels an unexpected emptiness. Her heart continues to race, and a wave of sickness makes the simple act of walking a challenge. Yet, the anticipated pain is absent. Instead, there's just a hollow sensation in her chest where envy has taken root. Where her heartache should be concealed.

The entire pack is present at Kael's home to celebrate Chelsea's special day. Andrea is glad that everyone cherishes Chelsea as she deserves. She knows she should feel joy for both Chelsea and Kael.

She had assured herself that she'd be happy when they discovered their destined mates. Little did she know that their destinies would be intertwined. She had pledged not to let her foolish, unrequited feelings hinder their predestined love. But witnessing them in the throes of passion in the middle of the forest, so absorbed in each other that they didn't even notice her presence?

It disturbs her. It disturbs her, and she loathes the fact that it disturbs her so much.

Kael and Chelsea are the closest people she has to best friends. Yet, her persistent, unrequited feelings consistently create obstacles. Their friendship should be straightforward. After all, it's not as if Kael would come knocking on her door, pleading for her hand. She's an Omega, destined to be among the lowest-ranking wolves in the pack. Nothing can elevate an Omega's status in the pack, not even if the Moon Goddess had graced them with beauty.

In addition to being an unnoticed Omega, she's perceived as a harbinger of death and despair.

She shakes her head; she needs to distract herself from her thoughts before Kael and Chelsea arrive and notice her unusual behavior.

The moment she returns to reality, she's bombarded by the clamor. Wolves are hollering and laughing, telling jokes, and generally being boisterous, while speakers blast some version of an old pop song throughout the house.

There are too many odors. Too many blending scents from the wolf pheromones, food, and who knows what else. She has no clue how any of them can endure the strong mix of scents for more than a minute.

Then again, her sense of smell has always been sharper than anyone else's. Even Kael, who is next in line to be Alpha, couldn't identify as many scents as she could.

Perhaps it's a curse, Andrea contemplates, merging into the crowd and attempting to remain unnoticed. However, when Melissa's potent scent hits her nostrils, she realizes her heightened olfactory senses can sometimes be a boon. To maintain her anonymity, she dips her head, depending on her nose to lead her where she needs to go. She detects a group of Omegas standing near the rear, adjacent to the large sliding door that opens onto an expansive backyard.

She notices Lara signalling to her, so she quickly navigates her way towards her.

"Hey guys," she mumbles, not making any effort to inject enthusiasm into her tone. She's had a few conversations with Lara in the past, but she doesn't really know the other Omega. She's seen him around town, but they've never really engaged in conversation. He always appeared shy and slightly intimidated by her. Perhaps he was aware of her reputation as bad luck and wanted to avoid potential problems.