The Rejected Omega’s Destiny

4. The moon is my witness

*MORRIGHAN’S POV*

Alarick seems to be frozen in place, the only thing moving about him being his eyes that scan me over again and again. The moments we spend in silence gawking at each other feel like damn eternity, and the only sounds that fill the gap are some sobs that slip through my lips despite my will.

Suddenly, the man lurches forward. A yelp escapes me, and I crawl backward, to get out of his reach, my palms digging into the ground. It takes me a long moment to push myself to my feet and dodge his greedy hands as he reaches for me again.

His breath sped up, and the colour of his eyes was almost entirely swallowed by yellow. A golden colour, rich and inviting. Fenris. His wolf was taking over with a frenzied greed I had never seen before.

“MATE!” He growls, his voice layered into an inhuman one, Fenris’ howl mixed with Alarick’s voice.

The word makes me shudder. The wind changes direction, and when a strong spicy and sweet herby scent fills my lungs and takes over my instincts, making my cheeks grow pink, and my heart pick up the speed even more, I finally comprehend what he meant.

The clock had struck midnight, and I hadn't been aware of it. I lost daydreaming; I did not think of the chance of my mate finding me before I found him. And here he was…

Alarick was clenching his head, his breath ragged, as Fenris tried to take control. It was a real fight. I knew that because of deep emotional conflict, you can become out of sync with your wolf, but I have never seen it manifest like this!

Low growls, loud howls, fractured words, and a pair of mismatched eyes proved to me how little I knew about being a werewolf.

There was a silent joy within me. My mate! My saviour… he had been under my nose all this time! The Goddess had blessed me! And she had cursed me as well. Alarick was supposed to reject me. He was never going to allow me to live out my fantasy.

Something inside my chest stirs again, and I feel like I am going to throw up. This little moment of clearness and hesitation about putting more distance between us gives Alarick the time and opportunity to grab me.

“You little shi-” he growls, making my skin pebble and fear forcing me to fight his grip.

His hands are on my arms, and he spins me around as I trash and try to push him away, my back pressing harshly against his chest.

“Stop fighting me!” He hisses in my ear as his arms wrap around me, and he tries to make me stand up straight as I lean forward and kick my legs against his, hoping to get him to let go.

“Let go of me! I’m not letting you claim me and then reject me!” I wail, tears streaming down my face, completely mortified at the possibility of this happening.

Alaricks hisses something incoherently as he struggles to stop me from kicking him, and before he can get a better footing on the ground, we find ourselves tumbling down the hill as one of my feet locks around his knee and sends him out of balance.

He loses his grip on my body and as we reach the base of the hill, I push myself up immediately, grass mixed in my hair, and deep dark green stains on my clothes, searching for him in a panicked frenzy.

“Alarick?” I found myself calling for him, hopeful he was alright.

A sound, muffled and distant, echoes in my head and I don’t have time to think much of it as Alarick gets up slowly, firstly combed hair, now a mess, with grass blades sticking out of it. His eyes, fully green, give away not just the fact that he was fully in control now, but that he was angry beyond my comprehension. An icy sliver of fear rushes down my spine, chilling my blood to the point of a painful stab in my heart.

“I-” he rasps as he slowly straightens himself with heave. “-Alarick Lycaon-” he continues, struggling to steady his breath as he stalks closer to me.

My knees feel weak as if they were about to give in at any given moment, but I force myself to step backward as he nears me.

“Can’t possibly be your mate!” There is spite in his voice, disgust dripping with each word, his eyes shining strangely, wet and bone chilling.

“Please!” I whisper, my voice breaking. We could think this through! We could find a way! We could try - none of these words were something I could tell him. Not only did he have a chosen mate, but he despised me. And there was not a day under the sun in which he allowed me to forget that.

“Alarick-“ I plead.

“Don’t you dare speak my name!” He barks at me, lurching forward and grabbing my face, his fingers sinking painfully into my cheeks as he forcefully tugs me closer. “Never speak my name again!” He demands, his voice low, rasp and each word accentuated. “Don’t you ever look at me! Don’t you ever dare speak up.” he continues giving me a little shake. “Understood?!” He barks, voice loud all of a sudden, like thunder.

I shudder again and close my eyes tightly, as I try to ignore the rattling feeling that grows uneasy and unstable underneath my skin. His anger, his hate, his spite and disgust had awoken something, but right now, the only thing that mattered was that I had to find a way to let him go of me before he’d take it all out on me.

He lets go of me with a tossing motion, forcing me to stumble backward again. His eyes were pinned on me, his whole body stiff, and he remained in the same place, as if he had grown roots.

“I, Reject you.” He speaks the words with a bit of hesitation, a flash of gold tinting his eyes for a brief second, synced with a pang of pain that twisted his face.

“I reject you, Morrighan Saltzman. The Moon is our witness.” he continues, eyes locked on my figure as I regained my balance and stood in front of him.

Rejected… there was nothing I could do.

A gut-wrenching pain shoots through my whole body, a forced breath filling my lungs with air, my eyes round with the pain, filled with tears. I had hit rock bottom… And just as I thought things couldn't get any worse, I felt myself slipping out of my own mind as if something else had taken over, and I was being forced into the passenger's seat in a self driving car. My body felt uncomfortably heavy and darkness crept to the edges of my vision, while a low, omnipresent growl filled my mind.