Loathed by the Alpha

Part 3

I closed my eyes walking indoors, but once hit with the warm atmosphere and my mother nudging me; I opened one eye at a time. A gasp escaped my lips at what I found.

The room was exactly like that of in movies, everything I loved and more. The interior was elegant and very modest at the same time but it was impossible to notice everything at once, but I tried. The floor was covered in the softest furs I concluded could ever exist. My toes purposely wiggled their way in, not used to such a luxury. The walls were armoured with the exquisite colour of blue with loopy and angular gold threads. My hand almost reached out to touch the nearest wall when I heard my fathers greeting.

"Welcome to my village."

At the gravelly and rough voice, I whipped my head in the direction of the sound. Goosebumps prickled at my skin as my eyes took in all his ethereal, flawless glory, stood right in front of me. Alpha Aiden.

My omega whined, clawing at my insides at the sight of him. I had to fight against the impulse to drop to my knees in the mere presence of the mighty creature, and it was making me incredibly woozy to do so. My mouth parted as I never had this kind of reaction to an Alpha before. My insides turned into mush, cheeks flaming as I raked my eyes over him.

He had long curls of dark brunette hair flowing down his back. Suddenly I couldn't help but think about tangling my fingers in the mane of his hair, tugging and combing them. Alpha Aiden was tall, his muscular arms covered by his shirt.

I sucked a sharp breath, trying to inhale more of his subtle scent—vanilla and pine. My eyes rolled back for a second, trying to calm down my racing heart. Fire coursed through my entire body the more I inhaled his scent.

"Ohh, thank you!" My mother's voice grated in the room.

I snapped out of my daydream, cheeks colouring. My eyes shifted to the Alpha Aiden, who bobbed his head. He was wearing a tight black button-down shirt tucked in his pants. What caught my attention was the thick fur around his neck. It was without a doubt exclusively worn by the Pack Alphas, and it independently demanded respect of its wearer.

It felt like a lifetime before our eyes met; the Alpha had passed over me without even a hint of interest. The look of disdain quickly overtaking his features. I couldn't help but feel the sharp sting of rejection, and I had to battle the worsening urge to drop to my knees and grovel for the Alpha's undivided attention.

That's why I hated being an Omega—the weakest link of all. Fortunately for me, I managed to control myself, breathing through my mouth. I slid close to my father, settling to watch silently while Aidens unblinking gaze locked onto my mother.

Time seemed to stand still again as his lips curled upwards. He pointed an accusing finger in my direction. "She's an omega!" The Alpha bellowed in a jarringly intimidating timbre that had me grabbing the nearest pillar to support myself. My knees almost gave away at the intensity of his eyes.

A lump formed in my throat. "Y-Yes"

Why does that matter? Flush crawled over my cheeks to the neck, feeling the guards and my family's eyes on me. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.

My father was quick to jump to my rescue. His eyes wide as he stood in front of me. "Alpha, let me—"

"I was told I would be seeing a beta today!" He growled, his eyes turned into slits. The vein in his forehead was evident, jaw clenched tight, and if looks could kill, I would have been dead.

I cowered behind my father, the sound making my ears clench. Omegas are very sensitive to sounds, especially the Alphas growls.

Mary cleared her throat. "You are absolutely right! This is our younger daughter, Rose." She nudged my sister forward, laughing nervously. "Cara is a beta. She is the one who will be seeing you."

Aiden instantly cooled down, his shoulders sagging in relief. That stung a lot. His features softened, and he motioned us to walk along with him. My father held my hand and pulled me along.

Sweat beads rolled down my forehand, and suddenly I felt hot in my skin. Looking around, I noticed that my parents had no reaction to the heating in the room. Cara also looked comfortable as she slid on the couch, her hair sprawled on the headrest. Maybe it's only me.

"Sit down", My mother furiously whispered, her eyes narrowing in my direction. I dumbly nodded my head and squeezed myself on the couch beside Cara. She weakly smiled at me.

I avoided looking at the Alpha Aiden, my eyes burning while recalling his behaviour. Why did he not like omegas? Did something happen to him? I had several questions ranging in my head when someone thrust a tray in my direction.

Tilting my head up, I stared at the glass of chilled water. Relief flooded me instantly, and I grabbed on to the glass. Maybe it will calm my insides. The tray swooshed to the side at the sudden force, and the maid dropped the remaining glasses on the floor.

As the glasses shattered against the floor, I screwed my eyes shut. "I-I'm sorry."

"Rose", My mother sighed, slapping her forehead.

From the corner of my eyes, I noticed Aiden gritting his teeth together, muttering something under his breath. He must be cursing me. Ashamed, I gulped all the water in one go, ignoring the maid collecting the broken pieces.

My skin started to burn even more than before, my loose strands clinging to the forehand. Before I knew it, the glass slipped from my hand and hit the floor. I could feel the heat in my body spreading to my fingertips, pulsating through my spine.

Suddenly I couldn't breathe.

My head awkwardly tipped back, and I sagged against the couch, a pitiful sound leaving my lips.

"She went into heat!" Someone faintly yelled, but I couldn't open my eyes.

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