The Alpha's regret and revenge of the rejected Omega

“Hi Emma” The voice was low, sweet and could have been soothing except for the fact that I was the ONLY person home. Who or what in the world said that? “It's me Emma” the voice went again, this time followed by a little giggle. At this point, I did not know if I was getting pissed off or scared. It was probably a little bit of both. I jumped off the bed looking in as many directions as possible to avoid being caught off guard. “My name is Emily, and I'm your wolf, silly.” Oh damn Now I really feel dumb. How did I not know the voice was coming from INSIDE OF ME. Among all the ways people meet wolves, I am pretty sure this is the most embarrassing. Well, it does not really matter now. I have been dying to meet Emily. Most of my friends, sh*t did I say friends, I meant peers. Most of my peers met their wolves when they were around 11 or 12 years old. Ryan got his when he was just eight, but here I am, 18-year-old Emma being scared by her own wolf. Who is Ryan? Oh well, he is just the most beautiful thing I have EVER seen. Ryan Blackwood, is Alpha's son and soon to be Alpha of the Blackwood pack. I have been crushing HARD for as long as I can remember. What really is there not to like? He is the perfect wolf with his dark hair that is always messy. Not messy in a bad way, it gives off an effortless charm, kinda like he doesn't try too hard but still looks good. His jawline was strong, his cheekbones sharp and his shoulders ever broad. It came as a freaking surprise when he told me that he liked me too. I mean we are complete opposites when it comes to pack status and pretty much everything. He is the gifted future Alpha, and I am the weak Omega who never even got to meet her father. He died or rather was killed before I was born. The circumstances surrounding Dad’s death were never really made clear to me, but one thing is for sure that his absence created an insecure young girl. I was always tossed around as a kid, always made to feel less than everyone else. Mom always tried to make me feel special. She is all I really have left. “Excited to finally meet our mate?” Emily interrupts my thoughts. Her voice causes me to jump again. This might take some getting used to. I tried to not really get myself excited about today because everything does not always work out for the weird and weak Omega. What are the chances that Ryan, the future Alpha, will be my fated mate? Emily on the other hand, was having none of it. I could feel the excitement bubbling inside and as much as I hated it, she was getting me all giddy as well. I made my way to the pack house where I hoped to meet Ryan. “Let's get this heartbreak story over with quickly”, I muttered but Emily did not find that amusing at all. “Girl, no wonder you are sad and lonely. Nobody is loving up on this attitude.” I rolled my eyes, ignoring her. Normally, I'd get a really sh*tty treatment here in the pack house because of my Omega status, but thanks to my relationship with Ryan, the other wolves at least allowed me to walk past before rolling their eyes and throwing nasty comments at me, even though I still pick up a few. As soon as I step through the grand entryway of the pack house, a very nice scent fills my nose. “It's him,” Emily literally screams. Gosh, I hate how excited she was. Now she has my heart racing as well. I made my way up the wide staircase and took a left turn into the hallway before clashing into what felt like a concrete wall. A hand catches me before I hit the ground and pulls me up. It's Ryan, and he is starting right into my eyes. Emily squeals “mate” right before Ryan growls. “Mine.” I cannot believe it. I am staring into his beautiful eyes, and he is staring right back into mine. At this point, I might have just lost the ability to speak, but it does not even matter because he pulls me into a very passionate kiss. His lips tasted...like a warm summer day. Like sunshine and fresh air. There was a hint of sweetness, like honey, but also a deeper, richer flavor that I couldn't quite place. It was like he'd been drinking coffee, but it was more than that. I wasn't even sure I was doing it right. What was I supposed to do? Do I use my tongue? Would he find that creepy? I read somewhere that if the teeth clash in a kiss then it is instantly a bad kiss. Bro! Too many rules This was my first kiss, and it would probably have happened sooner because he always hinted at it, but I kept postponing it. Somewhere in my head I was scared of giving myself up too early only to be abandoned and disappointed. The kiss got deeper and Ryan's hands had already made their way to my ass and were now gently squeezing it. I couldn't help but moan. F*ck. This felt great! In a flash, he pulled away from me. What's happening? Was it the way I kissed? I knew releasing my tongue would be a red flag. Or was it my breath? F*ck. Before I could keep imagining the most embarrassing possibilities, he took my hands and pulled me into a room and the kissing continued. He slid his hands under my gown and into my panties. I wasn't sure I wanted to go down this route. At least not until he claimed me publicly as his mate, or I officially became Luna, but I couldn't stop him. Not right now. I couldn't risk messing things up now. I have finally gotten the man of my dreams and I will give up everything to be with him. His fingers moved in a slow, steady rhythm. Every stroke against my genitals sent a shiver through my entire body, making it impossible to stop the soft moans from escaping my lips. "You're so sensitive," he murmured, his voice low and rough against my ear, sound enough to make my knees tremble. His left hand rested on my hip, holding me steady as if he knew I couldn’t trust my own balance anymore while his right hand unbuckled his belt, dropping his pants to the ground and revealing his rod. My breath caught as he pressed against me, the warmth of him impossible to ignore. Slowly, he moved forward, and I couldn’t help the gasp that left my lips as he filled me. A shiver ran through me, the feeling both too much and yet so good, like every part of me had come alive. I grabbed onto his shoulders, needing something to hold as a soft moan escaped me. He paused, his breath warm on my neck. For a moment, we just stayed there, the air thick with everything we didn’t say.