Omega. Playboy

5. CHAPTER FIVE

My friend had gone all the way to plan me a surprise party for my eighteenth birthday. I had finally come of age. Goddess, I was eighteen. EIGHTEEN. I was on to the next phase of my life and I did not have so much as a plan. I hadn’t even remembered my birthday.

I cut the cake with a shy smile as people that would go back to tripping me on Monday morning sang me the happy birthday song. Remi smiled the widest as she practically glowed with pride at pulling off such a big surprise and her mate grinned at her goofy smile.

“Happy birthday, Cee,” She hugged me for the hundredth time and I replied with even more gratitude than the first ninety nine times. My heart was going to explode with love. My last birthday had gone by without a fuss and she had only remembered the next day. We hadn’t been this close until she invited me to watch her first shift on her birthday. 

Speaking of first shifts, my heart pounded in excitement when I remembered it was going to be a full moon in the next two days. A wolf shifter experiences their first shift on the full moon after their eighteenth birthday and it is the only shift that is forced on us. A wolf has to shift then whether they liked it or not. 

A first shift is like a sacred initiation that marks the full bloom of a wolf and their transition into a more powerful entity. With a werewolf’s first shift, they get to train their wolf side and the stronger a person's wolf is, the stronger they are. My wolf was weak. Pathetic. Utterly useless. I wasn’t even completely certain that I would be able to train with her. 

“Happy birthday,” my brother said coming up to stand beside me but all I could hear from his looks were threats of destruction. He pulled me into a tight hug and squeezed until I felt my eyes bulge. 

“Uhh, my jerk of a brother would never hug me. I wish I had such a cool elder brother,” A pink haired wolf a short distance away murmured to her friend.

“My brother always stinks of cheetos so I’ll never willing hug him. I’ll pick Quinn over my smelly brother on any day,” Her friend answered with a grim look.

I would pick a brother who smelled like cheetos, who bathed only once a week, in fact, I would pick literally any other brother asides from Quinn if the opportunity ever arose for me to swap him out. These girls knew nothing. They only saw Quinn as who he wanted them to see him as. He was a manipulative bastard and I hated him. There, I said it. 

I hated Quinn and I curse the day he was born and often times I would lay in my bed with a sore body from all the blows he had dealt me and I would imagine what it would be like if a rogue attacked our pack and killed him. Him and Ashley. I didn’t consider myself a cruel person, but I wanted them gone, out of my life. 

After I finished the fat piece of cake Remi had served me and downed the tall class of fruit juice also from Remi, I never drank alcohol, I began to feel pressed. Some wolves did shots, downing different brands and flavours of alcohol not because it would make them tipsy as our bodies were programmed to absorb any poison before it could harm us but because they liked the terrible taste of alcohol. 

I looked around for my best mate and I caught a flash of her hair in someone’s grip and I realised she had ditched me to make out with her mate. Those two were continually hot for each other. I had to use the bathroom and luckily, I cleaned the pack house often enough to know the rooms that were vacant. 

The room beside the kitchen was permanently vacant and had been so for a while. I left the party raging at the basement to quickly use the bathroom there and once I stepped out, my heart slammed and my wolf began to behave strangely. I paused in alarm as I felt Nora, my wolf, begin to pant and pace in a way unlike her. She is a very quiet and docile wolf and her behaviour started to scare me. 

Just as I was about to ask her the reason for her change, I felt a strange calm wash over me and then anticipation started to mount as my heart beat faster and faster. I could perceive the most perfect scent in the world and it was the scent of rosemary. They say the first time you sniff your mate, they’re going to smell like your favourite thing, only a hundred times better and then I knew. Nothing smelt better than rosemary to me and this rosemary scent was overwhelming.

Please don't reject me

I tried to still the urgency in me as two sides warred, one trying to follow the scent and the other wanting to run away. I always dreamed of my mate but except they were an omega like me, the chances of getting rejected were pretty high and I did not want that to be me. Not to add to my plight. 

Please don't reject me

I pleaded with my mate, whoever they were, with the moon goddess, because I did not want to be hurt anymore than I already had been. 

I walked calmly up the stairs even thought my wolf wanted me to gallop, to leap through the distance and launch myself at whoever was emitting such a wonderful scent. The scent pulled me to a room at a far corner of the house and then I stopped at the door. There was another scent mixed with the perfect scent and it was disgusting, like rotten eggs, and it made my wolf snarl.

No, it could not be. It just could not be. Yet, it was. 

I opened the door to the room without knocking and there they were, my soulmate, the only person that was supposed to love me unconditionally. There he was – my mate – my mate who was to cherish me forever – he was there and beneath him was a writhing wolf.

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Golden eyes, the eyes of a wolf, stared at me in surprise and I turned and ran. I ran blindly with tears in my eyes. Unsurprisingly, the world had dealt me another bad card. How the deuce was I mated to Jake White of all people!

My life was about to become another rollercoaster of hardship because I knew it, I just knew it, deep down in my guts, I knew that there was no way Jake would want to be my mate. I was only running to avoid the unavoidable sting of rejection. Would he hit me before rejecting me? 

Almost in slow motion, I tripped over my own foot and then I was falling face first into the ground. I was falling and then muscular arms were around my waist, pulling me up. Then I came face to face with a Greek god. Hazel eyes framed by thick and long lashes held me in awe as I stared into them. 

“Mate,” He rumbled from the deepest part of his chest and then his eyes glowed golden, the colour of his wolf’s eyes, and it was the happiest moment of my life. 

He hadn’t rejected me. He acknowledged I was his and he was mine and the girl he was with earlier no longer mattered. I grinned happily at him. 

“Mate,” I answered in a breathless whisper and then he was kissing me.

I never imagined kissing someone could be so exhilarating, so intimate. My first kiss was with my mate and I knew it could not have been better. His lips were full and soft and they moved against mine slowly, delicately, as if he was afraid to rush things. He kissed me like I was a fragile glass that would break if rushed. 

My eyes drifted close as I melted into the kiss, a small sigh escaping my lips from the complete ecstasy of my mate’s lips on mine. Tentatively, my hands lifted to his sides as I gripped him closer. He muttered something into my mouth before his teeth raked against my bottom lip, biting softly into it. 

“s**t,” He groaned when I finally got enough courage to allow my hands wander the vast expanse of his toned back. “Gotta f**k you,” He breathed into my mouth and there, in a deserted corridor of our pack house, his tongue swept into my mouth and I moaned around it. 

Things started to get heated as the kiss deepened and lost every bit of delicacy. His lips were almost bruising against mine as he continually ran his teeth against them, hands tangled tightly into my hair.

“Gotta – Need to –“ He breathed, placing small kisses on my throat.

“Yeah,” I answered, arching my neck to the back and that was all he needed. 

His hands left my hair to grip my waist tightly and with a single lift, he had me in the air. Subconsciously, I wrapped my legs around his torso and then he was backing us into the closest room to where we stood. 

This portion of the pack house was empty so the first room he tried was unoccupied. There were no sheets on the bed he dropped me on and as I fell into the bed, dust rose up to greet us. 

Jake was collapsing against me as I fell, lips finding their way to latch on to mine. His hands started to roam freely against my body and my heart beat erratically at what was about to happen. 

My black polka dotted shirt was the first to go and then my bra was next. He started to trail kisses from my shoulder to my left breast and then – I had to shove a fist into my mouth to stop the high pitched moan that threatened to flow out. I had never done this before, never had someone’s face nuzzled into my chest, never had a hot tongue swirl around my n*****s and strong hands fondling my boobs. 

I panted noisily, forgetting all about being quite as my eyes rolled back into my head, lost in the pleasure of the moment. I bit my lips as his hands brushed my inner thigh, lifting my skirt and bunching it around my waist. 

“Damn, why’d you have to wear this?” He grumbled. 

He was referring to my sheer pantyhose that was supposed to make my getup cuter but damn, I really shouldn’t have worn it.

I lifted my hips for him to peel the fabric off my body but it seemed to drag on and on, coming off excruciatingly slowly until he yanked and ripped it through the middle, huffing in satisfaction.

He crooked a finger in me and I gasped at the sudden intrusion. “Relax,” He cooed into my ear but it was easier said than done. “Breathe for me, babe,” He said and I did, taking in slow deep breaths. He worked the finger in and out, deftly adding a second when my muscles finally relaxed, moving the two fingers in a scissoring motion. Then he was fumbling with his zipper and then – damn!

Pain and pleasure exploded before my eyes and for a while I could do nothing but grit my teeth as darkness covered my eyes. My back arched off the bed as he pushed in slowly and then gradually begun to pick up speed.

“Jake – Jake 

– Jake,” His name became a chant on my lips.

My gut started to clench and then stars exploded before my eyes like fireworks. Hot spurts of sticky liquid started to coat my thighs and stomach before he collapsed beside me.

We lay side by side for a long time, breathing harshly as we both tried to calm our racing hearts. A part of my subconscious started to get worried that he hadn’t marked me but my brain wanted to be happily empty while floating on cloud nine. 

My heart started to fill up with warmth and a dozen different emotions. Call it love at first sight as if it was the first time I ever saw Jake White or call it love at mating but my heart was bursting with affection for him and I just had to tell him.

“I think I’m starting to fall in love,” I choked out and the way he scrambled away from me, you’d think I had leprosy. Incredulous eyes stared back at me and there was no warmth in them. Then he said those words, just a sentence and my wolf started to howl in pain.