Once An Omega Now Alpha

Chapter 9

I glanced around the office from my seat, impressed by its elegant decor. The polished wooden floors gleamed in the sunlight that streamed through the large windows, giving the entire space a warm and inviting atmosphere. There was a wall full of books and different paintings decorated the walls.

"Olivia?" Ezra's soothing and resonant voice once again reached my ears. I turned towards the sound, my heart fluttering. "Yes, Ezra?" I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Tell me what happened in your old pack? Tell me how you got here.” Ezra asked me.

I took a deep breath, “Well, okay. I guess it started when my parents died a few years ago. The Alpha and Luna took me in. Jane called me a charity case. Most kids get their wolf from thirteen to fifteen. I never did. I had to train ten times harder than everyone else and couldn’t keep up with the pack most of the time, but I never quit. I was picked on by Jane and her brother Benjamin. Benjamin grew out of it, but Jane hated me more and more as time went by. She started dating my first mate, Elijah…”

“Wait, you had a mate before me?” Ezra asked me.

“For about twenty seconds. He then rejected me at the demand of Jane.” I looked down at the floor.

Ezra's frustrated groan echoed through the room. "I can't believe he turned you down."

“I used to be an Omega, while he was destined to become the future Beta. He would be dating the daughter of the Alpha, and the sister of the future Alpha." Avoiding his gaze, I felt a crushing weight of rejection. The fear loomed within me that he would see me as flawed and discard me without a second thought. However, as I gathered the strength to raise my eyes, I discovered an unexpected glimmer in his gaze - compassion. It was at that moment that I realized, just maybe, there was a sliver of hope for acceptance.

"On my birthday last week, my wolf finally emerged, and I shifted for the first time. It was completely unexpected. For so long, I had been labeled as wolfless, a burden, and feeble. The very next day, he cornered me in the kitchen, Jane in hot pursuit. She urged him to reject me, and he complied. So I left that night. I couldn’t be there and watch him with her. I had to leave, we had to leave.” I watched the expression on his face.

“Even though that made you a rogue?” He asked.

“Even if it made me a rogue. It was better than being ignored, bullied, and abused.” I told him honestly.

He stood up from the plush leather chair and motioned to Marcus to leave the room. He followed behind him. He turned to me and smiled, “We will be right back.”

“Okay. I’ll be here.” I smiled back.

He stopped by the door for a brief moment before vanishing and the door shut behind him. I seized the opportunity to survey the office. Then, I rose and strolled over to the bookcase. The bookcase was filled with an eclectic mix of novels, biographies, and dusty old tomes. As I ran my finger along the spines, a small, leather-bound journal caught my eye, beckoning me to uncover the secrets within its pages. With careful curiosity, I delicately picked up the journal, feeling the weight of its history in my hands.

As I flipped open the cover, the faint scent of aged paper mingled with a hint of mystery, fueling my desire to unlock the stories hidden within its worn pages. The first entry in the journal was dated over a century ago, its elegant script recounting tales of adventure and forbidden love. As I read on, I became captivated by the author's vivid descriptions and heartfelt emotions, transported to a world long gone but preserved within these faded sheets of paper.

I smiled and knew I should not read much more and closed the journal, placing it back in its proper place. I continued to look at all the other books on the shelves for a moment before moving on. I looked around and soon the massive portrait above the fireplace caught my attention. I walked over to it and stood under it, studying the painting.

I quickly identified Ezra, the bright blue eyes giving him away. I looked at the others in the photo. There was a woman and a man standing beside one another. I figured that must be his mother and father. She was holding a small child in her arms and another little girl who was obviously younger than Ezra stood next to him.

His mother was beautiful and had the same captivating blue eyes that Ezra had. Her smile was soft, and you could tell that she loved her family. His father had a stern look on his face, but his eyes were soft and caring, and you could tell by the way his arm was wrapped around her, he loved her more than anything.

I heard the door open and I turned around to see Ezra standing in the doorway. “My family.” He smiled.

“You have a beautiful family.” I told him,

“Thank you. Would you come with me?” He asked, extending his hand.

As our hands touched, an electric current surged through my body, setting my soul on fire. He guided me out of the office, and together we strode down the corridor and ascended a staircase, our destination a mysterious room. In that brief pause, he turned to me, his eyes locking onto mine, as if to communicate something profound. And then, with surety in his voice, he spoke, "I will never abandon you like he did. You are not just my partner, but my destined mate. You belong to me, Olivia, and I belong to you. We are destined to lead our people together.” As his words hung in the air, he gently embraced me, his lips locking with mine. The intensity of his kiss sent shivers down my spine, as if the entire universe had come alive. My heart raced with a mixture of fear and exhilaration, unsure of what the future held but ready to embrace it with him by my side.

As he leaned back to peer down at me, a surge of unexplained confidence propelled me to draw him closer. My lips collided with his, kissing him as if my entire existence hinged on his touch. He clumsily wrestled with the door to the room, swinging it open, and ushering me in alongside him. His hands were all over me, exploring my body. I trembled at his touch.

“So you accept me?” He said out of breath.

I smiled at him, “Yes, a million times yes.”

He kissed me again, this time gently. He pushed a loose strand of hair away from my face. “You will be loved, cherished, and well taken care of from now on. I will make sure of it.” He said, causing me to smile. I leaned into his touch, feeling a warmth spreading through my body. It was as if his words had cast a spell on me, filling my heart with a glimmer of hope for a future filled with love and security. As he continued to stroke my hair gently, I couldn't help but believe in his promise, trusting that he would fulfill his words and create a haven of love and protection for us both. The uncertainty that once clouded my heart began to dissipate, replaced by a profound sense of comfort and peace.