The Beta's Redemption?

5. Worth fighting for

Tyler

She walked out of the office and I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. I wanted this rejection, so why in the sixth pit of hell I was relieved that our bond wasn’t broken? 

“It’s better like that. We can’t lose her, I want her Tyler, she is mine!” My wolf growled in my head, he had already grown very possessive of Bianca and her wolf. 

“She deserves better than an omega, and you know that, Rolf. I can’t keep her trapped in a bond with someone low like me, she is too good for that,” I exhaled.

“I am not an omega! I am a Beta Wolf and I can show her that, bend her on the table, f*ck her hard, and give her more pleasure than she could even imagine!” Rolf howled, he couldn’t understand that we and what we wanted didn’t matter now. 

I’ve never felt this way before, it wasn’t about me and my desires, my insanely huge desire for her, to have her, to look at her and be with her every day of my life. It was about her, and she deserved better. I was so lost thinking about her that for the first time I could remember I wasn’t even thinking about myself.  

Was it an obsession? Was this what they call love? I didn’t know! 

I inhaled her lingering scent a bit longer, filling my lungs with it before I left the office. 

“Tyler, what if we regain our title and become a Beta again or at least stop being an omega? We must do it to be with her. I won’t let go of my mate and you shouldn’t either!” Rolf snarled like a grumpy dog. 

“They won’t ever give us our rank back, don’t be delusional, Rolf; we not only I—will die an omega.” I let out a humourless chuckle, I had accepted and I knew well that no other Alpha in the Realm would roll out the red carpet for me in their pack since Alpha Mateo was the only one to let me into his pack in the conditions he had. 

I went back to work, I had to clean the kitchen today and it was a huge mess like always. These omegas couldn’t cook without making everything around look like a war zone. 

I tried to focus, to think about anything other than her. But it wasn’t possible, her pretty face was imprinted in my mind. 

“Find a way! Fight for her, you i***t! Else I will shift and do the whole work!” Rolf threatened. He knew he couldn’t shift, we’d been forbidden from doing so. 

I’ve always been a fighter. Alongside Hunter, I fought his father, a bad Alpha who used to abuse us and parade his omega mistresses in front of us and even in front of his former Luna, Hunter’s mother. I fought to rebuild our pack from scratch and make the Black Forest Pack one of the strongest of the realm. I fought for Hunter and for him to not take an omega as his mate, but I failed. 

Now I didn’t have more fight in me, I didn’t have what to fight for. 

I wouldn’t fight for Bianca, it wasn’t in her best interest. 

After finishing work, I roamed around the pack, I was restless and pacing in the same unsettling rhythm Rolf was striding in my mind. Before I could stop myself, I followed her vanilla and chocolate cookies scent, arriving at the huge indoor training facilities. 

She was there wearing skin-tight sports leggings and a top that only covered her boobs, every time she moved abruptly her beautiful breasts bounced. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, the way she moved graciously and fast like a … almost swirling in the air. Her lush brown hair flew around in her ponytail as she jumped back to dodge an attack. 

She stole a quick glance at me and shook her head before wiping the sweat from her forehead, taking a fight stance once again.  

As her opponent tried to attack her, punching at her ribs, yet Bianca dodged with ease, aiming at the other side and striking a quick kick that made him fall to the ground on his back. 

“Well done, Bianca! Take a break and you will face your next opponent now,”  the retired pack warrior famous for his fighting techniques, and her trainer, said. 

“I don’t need a break,” she said between pants. 

Her trainer shook his head and motioned for another man to walk towards them and stop in front of her taking a fighting stance. He looked at her—better said, he ogled her from head to toe—and grinned, which made Rolf growl inside my mind. A frown formed on my face, neither of us liked the way this man was looking at our Bianca. 

I looked around, noticing that the other trainees had already left, probably to take a break, everyone but her and her new sparring partner. 

“I wish we could apply for this training program to put our hands and paws on her,” My wolf barked.

“This is not how I want to put my hands on her, Rolf!” I cut the dork off. I didn’t want to fight her, but rather to keep her safe in my arms. 

“That will also be a good lesson on knowing your limits, young she-wolf!” he told her patiently, before leaving the training grounds. His words hit home; I also didn’t know my limits, worse than that, all I wanted was to not give a damn to any limits! She challenged all my limits, my willpower and every sliver of sanity that told me to stay away and let her be. 

I couldn’t, and neither could Rolf. Since I saw her for the first time, I started gravitating around her as if she were the sun. 

The man circled Bianca slowly and calculated as if she were prey, while she waited and observed there letting him tire himself up. 

“She is good!” Rolf released a proud howl in my mind. 

She was better than good, she was damn perfect! Every curve, every move was incredible, attracting my eyes with a magnetic force. I was throbbing for her, hard as it could be and in my haze, I almost missed the moment that the man launched at her successfully pinning her down to the floor, as his knees straddled her hips, I started seeing red and my wolf took control. 

When I realised what I was doing, I was throwing the man a few feet away and taking her in my arms, enveloping her in my embrace. The strong tingles were what snapped me out of my mindless state. 

“Tyler, what are you doing?” Bianca tried to push me away, but it only made me tighten my hold on her inadvertently. 

“What the hell?!” the man who was on top of my mate only a minute ago stood up with a jump and yelled. 

“He…was...” I  stuttered e like an i***t, looking at her beautiful hazel eyes. 

“He wasn’t hurting me, we were sparring, and I don’t need your protection. Dude, can’t you see that I am no damsel in distress?! I don’t need you!” She narrowed her beautiful eyes at me and I forced myself to let her go of my arms. 

“Why is a f*cking omega in the training grounds anyway?” The man yelled, looking intently at me, taking menacing steps in my direction. He probably just noticed my ugly blue uniform now. 

“Don’t call him omega, he has a name!” Bianca narrowed her eyes at him, redirecting his anger towards the man as she stood in front of me and placed her hands on her hips, looking sexier than ever. 

“Bianca, I shouldn’t have to intervene. I know you don’t need my help, I just couldn’t stop it. My wolf took control,” I exhaled sharply, looking at the small and fierce warrior in front of me. 

My gaze followed to the droplet of sweat sliding down the swell of her boobs and she slapped my shoulder in response. 

“My eyes are up here!” She almost pouted and it was adorable! She wasn’t helping me, not at all. To be fair, there wasn’t anything she could do that would make me want her less. 

She arched a brow at me and folded her arms on her chest, while her sparring partner hissed. She didn’t need to say anything to make me understand what she wanted. 

“I am leaving,” I sighed and left the training grounds, giving her one last gaze of sheer longing. 

At night in my bed, she occupied my mind. I couldn’t sleep, my craving for her was overwhelmingly insane. 

I exhaled sharply, burying my face in my pillow in frustration. Being an omega and probably even being a slave would be easy, would be a damn holiday by the beach in comparison to the pain, the impossible urge and the ultimate punishment I was facing. 

My heart clenched as if it was being strangled by a fist. I’d never felt any heartache before, I thought it was some sort of expression, or exaggeration. But no, the damn thing hurt as hell. I was going insane, being without her, not being able to be with her and make her mine, this was the worst punishment possible. This was the true Hell.  

Now I got it, Hunter couldn’t stop himself from loving and protecting Clair. The bond is strong, there was nothing I could do today, this need to fight for her was stronger than my self-control, my sanity and at that moment it didn’t matter that I was an omega, it wouldn’t matter if she were an omega either, I would beat that wolf for her and envelop her in my arms. Damn, even if she were a witch, I wouldn’t care, I would do anything for her, even if she won’t ever be mine.