The Rise of the Rejected Omega

Chapter 5

Ragnar's POV

One thing my life was often characterized with, was the consequences of my actions that kept biting me in the ass.

Now, even as I stared at the picture on the screen, I knew that sw eet sweet karma was waiting for me on the other side. Humphrey was dead, lifeless in the ER ward. My wolf whined and howled, as if he knew the gravity of the situation we were both in, of course he would. I growled at him. This was all his fault.

When Ellen called me, I hurried to the scene, afraid and in a rage that lowly commoners would have the nerve to attack her. When I got there and saw the beautiful Fiona, my rage doubled. I had just known her, yet I had this weird innate urge to protect her at all costs, even to the detriment of others.

But now, I wasn't so sure I was ready for the consequences of my actions.

“Ragnar! How did they let him die? You only broke his arm! What the hell…” Ellen said, her voice breaking. She fell to her knees, her eyes misting over. “What is the Alpha going to do to me?”

I knelt down beside her, grabbing her hands. “He won't harm you. I'm the one to be put to blame. I let my wolf go wild. I'm sorry, Ellen.”

“I'm sorry too.” A small voice whispered behind us.

I froze, then turned around to see Fiona, in all her elegance and innocent beauty, bowing her head at both of us. “I'm sorry that I am the subject of ridicule. My life is what has put the both of you in trouble, and I fear that I will be punished as well.” She said all in one breath.

My eyes narrowed. I got up, pulling Ellen to her feet. “What do you mean by the subject of ridicule?” I growled, marching towards her. She flinched and stepped back.

“I…I am wolfless, my prince.” She muttered, her voice quivering.

I stared at her form. Slender, yet alluring with her curves, lush pink lips that appeared as though they were watered by angels themselves, and brown, big and sparkling eyes that screamed innocence and timidity.

I needed her. My wolf barked, urging me to claim her. But now wasn't the time. I needed clarity.

“Wolfless, you say?” Sure enough, her pheromones weren't that of a female wolf, but it wasn't exactly an Omega's either. Her scent was unique. “You don't carry the burdens of an Omega,” I said, leaning closer to her.

Fuck, her scent was driving me crazy.

“I…I do not have a wolf, my prince. I cannot shift, and I do not hear my wolf the way you do. I'm basically…useless.”

Her words stung. I grabbed her face, forcing her gaze to meet mine. Her eyes were glazed, and I could hear her pulse drum.

Without another word, I moved a few strides wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her closer to me…hugging her. She melted into my arms as if she belonged there like centuries had passed just for us to be in that very moment.

“That's enough,” Ellen said slyly, clearing her throat. “We need to figure out what to do about this whole…thing.” She added.

I let go of Fiona, looking into her eyes. “Don't worry. We'll take care of it, okay?”

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I didn't have half a clue on how to take care of it, per se. Later that evening, Ellen and I sent Fiona back home and made our way to the pack house. Surely, word of my most recent murder would have gone round the entire pack, and as expected, an entire horde of sceptical wolves lined up outside the elder's room.

“Here goes nothing,” Ellen whispered beside me. We both steeled our backs and walked into what might become our doom.

Father was furious. His alpha waves were out of control, subduing every single wolf in his presence, even the elders. But the scary part was, that his expression remained neutral.

“I'm sure you know what has happened.” He said lowly, getting up from his seat at the centre of the elders.

I cleared my throat, stepping forward. “The situation was not hidden from me.”

Father snarled a sign that he was getting annoyed. I didn't give half a s**t. He was always pissed off at me because of one slip-up or the other, so his undiluted rage did nothing to move me. What shook my core, however, was Humphrey's mother, crying softly in the comfort of her family. My heart clenched, but I resisted the urge to shed a tear.

I ended his life, and for that, I was prepared to take on whatever punishments they thought fit.

“I do not want to go into endless banters with you. Your punishment is as follows:

You will not have access to your royal entourage and privileges for a full month.

You will attend regular training sessions with the other wolves.

On no account are you to be found in the company of royal blood.”

Murmurs erupted from all angles, some mocking, some disagreeing, and others wanting something a lot more severe as a punishment. I clenched my jaw, letting a low growl erupt from the middle of my chest.

“Stop that idiocy this instant!” Father spat, slamming his palm onto the marbled table. I kept my glare on him, unflinching.

“Whatever you say,” I said finally, bowing and turning to leave.

“Wait! As for Ellen, you will attend therapy three times a week to learn how to control your wolf. Understood?” Father barked.

Ellen shuddered slightly, and my patience ran out. I turned around, grabbed her, and marched right out of the hall.

“Ragnar..” Ellen whispered as soon as we walked into her room.

“I feel bad.” I interrupted before she could continue. “Don't worry about anything. At least now I can see that lovely friend of yours during training.” I said, smirking. She smiled, but I felt like it wasn't genuine. Sensing that tiny detail, I knelt in front of her and held out my palm.

“Ellen, when your dad died, I swore on my life that I would protect you, and keep you safe. Nothing is going to change that, okay? Not even my shithead of a father.”

“You're impossible.”