TWICE MATED

From the frying pan

ANAIAH’S POV

I was dying and he didn’t care, this was what he thought would happen and this was what he wanted to happen to me. For a second, I thought he was panicking and was going to call for help, but I knew there was no help coming the moment we got into the car. Even when the truth was staring at me in the face, I still refused to accept the fact that this man was a douchebag. I refused to accept it but I knew it. I knew that he was not a good alpha and I should have known that he wouldn’t make a better mate, but I refused to give up hope that he would accept me for who I was and not what I was. I thought he would give me a chance so that he could see the real me and not the omega that they had shuffled into the background. I wanted him to look at me as his mate and not as my alpha because I hoped that maybe then he would see that I was a good woman.

I felt silly even as I took my last breaths. How could I think he would accept me? I should have known that he would reject me. I was still acting like a love-sick puppy that refused to let go of someone who clearly didn’t want or need me. This was my greatest curse upon everything that I had been through. Knowing that my own mate had not only rejected me but he also tried to kill me was the worst pain that I had ever felt in my life. I had been so naive and now I was paying for that with my life. I wished that I could hate Michael at that moment, but I just couldn’t. My wolf was convinced that he would realize the mistake that he had made and come back for us but I had made peace with the fact that he was not going to do that. He wasn’t coming back for me because he didn’t care about me.

He wasn't coming back for me because none of what had happened tonight was a mistake. He knew what he was doing, from the moment he instructed Luke to take me into his room, he knew that the night would end with me alone in the forest. He knew that he didn’t want me and instead of just rejecting me and telling me to forget it as a normal wolf would he decided that he didn’t want me to exist at all. Now that I think about it, this was more infuriating than heartbreaking, because this man had decided that I didn’t have the right to live. He decided that I didn’t deserve to live because he didn’t want me. Was it because he didn’t want to allow me to live after rejecting me out of fear that I would find someone else and he would have a bruised ego when he saw me move on or was it because he just hated me and didn’t want any trace of my existence?

What was he even planning to tell anyone who asked him where I was? Was he even going to tell anyone what had happened to me or was he going to continue his life and pretend as if tonight never happened? From what I knew, nobody was even going to notice my absence except for Luke. The only reason why Luke would notice my absence from the pack was that he was the one who left me in the so-called alpha’s room. He was not going to ask where I was out of care or concern, but he was going to ask out of curiosity and he was going to accept whatever answer he got from Michael.

I was drifting in and out of consciousness and I guess that was something that I had to be grateful for. I had to be grateful because he thought I was already dead when he left me here. I didn’t even want to imagine what he would do to me if he knew that I was hanging on to life. He would probably have killed me and then called it a mercy killing to anyone who asked about me. Was the fact that I was still alive something that really had to be celebrated when I didn’t even know where I was going to go from there? I was officially a rogue and I wasn’t sure what was worse, being an omega or being a rogue. Maybe I was destined to be a rogue, because if I wasn't destined to be one, then the moon goddess wouldn’t have mated me to the wolf that would push me into becoming one. I bet the rogues were living a better life than the one that I was living in the pack house. I was probably going to be very happy in my new life because I wouldn’t have to worry about Michael and his pack anymore.

I wasn’t going to miss being called names by everyone in the pack. I wasn’t going to miss being treated as if I was everyone's slave. I don’t even remember a time when someone called me by my name without attaching the fact that I was an omega to it. It was almost as if the word omega was invented for me because I was called an omega more times than I was ever called Anaiah. The truth was that I never liked the life that I lived in that pack and now that I was finally free, I had the chance to start my life afresh. No one in the pack had ever noticed my presence, so how would they notice my absence? As far as I was concerned, that was simply impossible, no one was going to care about what had happened to me and this was just another thing that Michael would get away with. I didn’t even feel obliged to call him alpha Michael anymore, because I didn't need to honor a man who had just tried to kill me.

So this was how it was ending for me. I was killed by the one thing that I had wanted all my life. I was being ended by the one thing that I had been thirsting for as long as I can remember. I had always thought that meeting my mate would be the one thing that would make everything that I had been through worth it, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Meeting Michael made me realize how unfair life was, it made me see wolves like me were not destined for good things. All the hope that I had ever held on to was shattered in an instant and right now I wished the poison that had been fed to me had killed me. I wanted to die, but even that was one more thing that the moon goddess was refusing me. She had already decided that I didn’t deserve a mate and she refused to end my life as Michael had wished. I was clearly destined for a life as a lone wolf. With no family and no pack, this made me wonder and ask myself about my parents. I wondered what kind of life they had lived before I was born and what my life would be like if they were still alive. I figured part of the reason why everyone was determined to make my life so difficult was that I was just an orphan with no one to defend me.

I fell asleep again and this time I was dreaming of my parents. It was as if I was making my way home and my mom and dad were there waiting for me with open arms. Just as I was about to reach the gate, I woke up. I was awoken by the excruciating pain that was in my stomach as if to remind me that I was still alive. It was as if my intestines were being cut into tiny little pieces. I wanted to scream out in pain, but I had no strength. I was going to die, and I was going to die all alone. No one was ever going to find out what happened to me and no one was probably going to find my dead body. I was going to be devoured by wild animals and this was all Michael’s fault. I agreed with him that the moon goddess had made a mistake in mating us, but I wished he had just rejected me without causing all of this drama.

I saw two shadowy figures approach me and at this point, I wasn’t sure what was real and what was a dream. I could have been dreaming and unaware of it. I was starting to see things that were not there. Who would be in the middle of this forest at this time of the night? I figured the reason why Michael left me in this part of the forest was that he knew that no one would find me and he knew that no one would see him as he disposed of what was supposed to be my dead body.

However, I realized that I wasn’t dreaming when one of the men slapped me and asked me what I was doing there. I didn’t even feel the pain from the slap because what was happening inside me was much more painful than what that slap was supposed to feel like.

“Who sent you?” he demanded as he held me up, but my knees were too weak to support my body.

“What the hell happened to you?” he asked another question. Couldn’t he see that I was in no position to answer any of his questions? I didn’t even know where I was and I was sure that Michael didn’t know that he had left me in somebody else’s territory…or did he?

“Somebody really f****d her up,” the other man said and they chuckled as the one who spoke first carried me over his shoulder and he and his friend started discussing the possibilities of who I was since I couldn't answer any of their questions. I was now afraid that they would try to take me back. I wanted to tell them that I was a rogue but I had no voice. His friends lifted my hair and sniffed me and then he chuckled.

“I think it’s one of Michael’s,” he said and the other one hesitated before he responded. I got the feeling that being from Michael’s pack wasn’t going to work in my favor here. Why was I surprised that the man couldn’t make friends with the neighboring packs? I was certain that none of the alphas that he sat at the table with even liked him.

“Are you sure about that?” the other one asked.

“I m certain, ii have captured enough of his pack members to know what scent they carry. This definitely one of his dogs” the one carrying me said with a tone of disgust.

“Maybe we should put her back where we found her,” the one carrying me said.

“No, I say we take her to the alpha and let him decide. Maybe this is the nudge he needs to remind him of who he is” he said.

“Michael can't get away with sending his weak female wolves into our territory, he has to pay for this and he has to know that we captured his spy,” he added.

I wished I could speak up at that moment and let them know that I wasn’t a spy and that I was just a passerby. I wasn’t about to stay in another pack where I was going to be mistreated. If they were not ready to welcome me because of where I was from, then I was willing to walk away and find myself another place to stay. I would even settle with humans if it meant that I would be able to get myself some piece of mind. I just didn’t want to find myself in the hands of another ruthless alpha.

“The alpha will be pleased that we caught this spy. It has been a long time since he spoke about Michael and I think this will remind him that he is still out there plotting against him,” the one carrying me said as they continued walking.

“You know I have always wondered why Michael has never attacked us,” the second one said.

“He probably knows that he won't win if he does,” the first one said with confidence, but I could sense the doubt in the other wolf’s voice.

“I don’t know man... I just feel like our own alpha has a lot of secrets and I wish he was more open with us because we are a big part of his pack after all”, the second one said, but the first one didn’t respond to that statement. I figured that was probably because he agreed with his friend, I felt very unlucky and I felt like I had just jumped from the frying pan right into the fire. Was this the life that I was doomed to live until the day I died? Was I going to be passed from one ruthless alpha to another until I finally landed in the hands of one that would succeed in killing me?

I wanted to hear the rest of their conversation but I fell asleep again. A voice in my head kept telling me to stay awake but my eyelids were just too heavy, and I had to sleep. I convinced myself that all the pain that I was feeling would just stop if I allowed myself to sleep because keeping my eyes open was very painful for me. If this was the night that I died, then I was at peace with that and I was ready to accept that fate.

MAX’S POV

“Alpha, we have a breach on the west side of the fence,” Marcello said as he ran into my office. We never really had any intrusion because everyone knew that this was rogue land and you could get killed without any interrogation. There was nothing here that any alpha could want because it was a land that collected everything that all the alphas had rejected, it was a land that housed the rejects of wolf land and I was willing to kill anyone, male or female, for intruding in our space.

“Who would dare to do that?” I asked him. “did he say where he is coming from?”

“No alpha and it’s not a he…it’s a she,” he said, and I sighed but I could see that there was more to the story.

“Which pack is she from?” I asked him and his eyes widened as if he was dreading answering my question.

“We believe she is from alpha Michael’s pack,” he said and I instantly felt infuriated. How dare he send one of his followers to my territory? How dare he undermine me like that? Did he think I wouldn't do anything if he did that?

“Should we get rid of her?” he asked me and I shook my head, they couldn’t kill her before I questioned her myself. Women were very easy to break and I knew that if I questioned her she would tell me what she was doing there in my pack and she would also tell me what I needed to know about Michael.

“Don’t kill her just yet I will do it myself after questioning her” I announced angrily and he nodded.

He ran out of my office and I paced around the room with a lot of thoughts running through my mind. It wouldn’t have meant anything to me if the intruder was from anywhere else but the fact that she was from Michael’s pack drove me nuts. I took it as a sign that he wanted war from me otherwise why else would he send one of his subjects to my territory? There was no one that I hated more than I hated him in the world and the only reason why I hadn’t made an attempt on his life was because of the security that he had he probably had a lot of security knowing that one day I would decide to come for his head.

Not a lot of wolves, in my pack and also in his understood my hatred for him because it was something that I never bothered myself with explaining. I didn’t think that I owed anyone an explanation when it came to my hatred for him and it was something that I didn’t want to talk about. All they had to know was that I hated him as a matter of fact I never wanted to talk about him because he was a non-factor in my life. I was now forced to talk about him because one of his goons had landed on my doorstep and I now had to deal with her.

What kind of a stupid woman would even agree to do his dirty work for him? What kind of a stupid senseless, not to mention weak alpha, was he to send women to do a man’s job? I knew that I wouldn’t have done that, I would have faced him like a man and I would have made it a point that he got the message. I should have never relaxed, I should have known that he would never allow me to live my life in peace. What more did he want from me? Was everything that I had lost because of him not enough? After questioning his little spy, I was going to make sure that I paid him a visit. This visit was long overdue because he had been doing things that were meant to provoke me, but I had just chosen to ignore him, but now enough was enough.