Miss Omega Lilly

The adventure of unraveling new truths

Lilly’s point of view

The blaring alarm rudely shattered the tranquility of my slumber, startling me from my dreams. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips, a surge of excitement coursing through me. Today was different, today I wouldn't be late.

But as the fog of sleep slowly dissipated, fragments of the serious conversation I had with my parents the previous night seeped back into my consciousness. The smile faded, replaced by a furrowed brow and a knot of apprehension in my stomach. The weight of their words hung heavy in the air, reminding me of the responsibilities and challenges I faced.

Seeking solace, I had sought refuge in the sanctuary of my bedroom earlier than usual, craving a temporary escape from the inner turmoil that plagued me. The softness of my bed had offered solace, a barrier against the harsh realities that awaited me beyond those walls. Yet, as I lay there, the emotions I had hoped to leave behind began to claw their way back, infiltrating even the safety of my dreams.

The weight of the truth crashed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and disoriented. At the age of 17, I had just discovered that I was adopted. The revelation sent shockwaves through every fiber of my being, a tangled mess of conflicting emotions. How had I gone my entire life blissfully unaware of my true origins? The fact that I had been raised as an Omega when I was actually an Alpha was a bitter pill to swallow. Thoughts of missed opportunities and the prospect of a different upbringing haunted my mind. What if I had grown up in a higher social class instead of being among the lowest?

But amidst the whirlwind of thoughts, my mind inevitably turned to my parents. Regardless of the newfound knowledge, I knew deep within that I would never trade them for anything. They had imprinted their love onto my soul with their unwavering efforts to provide everything I needed. They had been my rock, always there to support and nurture me, regardless of blood ties.

My train of thought was interrupted by the sound of my phone's notification, drawing my attention away from the swirling emotions within me. It was a message from Becca, my closest friend. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I quickly typed out a reply. "No, I'm awake. Thank you for checking on me," I sent back.

Becca's unwavering concern always warmed my heart. We had met on the first day of school, randomly assigned seats next to each other. Becca's friendly nature had shone through from the very beginning as she eagerly greeted me and asked if we could be friends. Regardless of the passing years, she had never let my status as an Omega, the lowest class, affect our bond. Coming from a Beta family, Becca could have easily befriended anyone, yet she had chosen me without hesitation.

I shuffled towards the bathroom, my mind still unclear with heavy thoughts. I turned on the shower, allowing the warm water to cascade over me, providing a temporary respite from my swirling emotions and gathering what little energy I had left. I continued with my morning routine, carelessly pulling my hair up into a messy bun, lacking the motivation to put much effort into my appearance. Opting for comfort over style, I threw on an oversized t-shirt and leggings, slipping into a pair of cozy socks and my most comfortable sneakers. Today, I craved comfort more than anything else, deciding to forgo any makeup application.

As I finished getting ready, a text message from Becca lit up my phone screen. "Let's meet for coffee," she suggested. A spark of excitement flickered within me as I read her message. Without hesitation, I quickly replied, "Omg. Yes, please," eager to have some much-needed company and distraction from my troubled thoughts.

I collected my belongings and made my way towards my car. As I was leaving, the sun's warmth greeted me, causing the freckles on my nose and cheeks to gleam with a gentle radiance.

Making my way to the coffee shop, I entered through the doorway and immediately spotted my friend, Becca, effortlessly rocking a symmetrical outfit that only she could pull off. Her presence brought a sense of familiarity and comfort to my unsettled heart.

Becca's smile was warm and genuine as she greeted me, her voice filled with concern. "Are you feeling better this morning, Lilly?"

I hesitated, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions that I wasn't ready to share just yet. The weight of my recent discovery that I was adopted still hung heavily on my shoulders, and I wasn't sure how to navigate this new reality. Should I be honest with Becca and let her in on my secret? Or should I keep it locked away, at least for a little longer? Ultimately, I opted for the latter, shielding myself from further vulnerability. "Yes, I'm feeling better," I replied, forcing a smile onto my face. "It was nice to wake up on time and have the chance to grab some coffee." I took a sip from my cup, hoping that the warmth would help conceal the turmoil brewing within me.

But Becca, my closest friend who knew me better than anyone else, saw right through my feeble attempt at deception. She raised an eyebrow, a knowing look in her eyes, and said, "Liar."

Defeated, I sighed, realizing that I couldn't hide my secret. The weight of it was becoming too much to bear alone. Lowering my voice to a hushed tone, I confessed, "Okay, you got me. I was adopted." The vulnerability in my words hung heavy in the air, baring a piece of myself that I had never expected to share.

Becca's surprise was evident as she responded, "Oh, wow! I had no idea." Her words held a sincerity that reassured me that she genuinely cared.

Seeking reassurance, I questioned, my voice tinged with uncertainty, "But it doesn't change anything, right? I'm still me, and my parents are still my parents." It was a plea for confirmation, a desperate hope that the core of who I was remained intact, despite this newfound piece of my identity.

Lilly's mind wandered as her finger absentmindedly traced the rim of her coffee cup. She was lost in her thoughts, wrestling with a secret she wasn't ready to share. The weight of my Alpha bloodline, a truth I had recently discovered, lingered heavily on my mind. I couldn't reveal this information to Becca yet, still processing it myself.

Feeling my distress, Becca gently squeezed my hand, offering silent support. The gesture brought a brief moment of solace, allowing me to take a breath and gather my thoughts. I knew I couldn't keep this secret forever, but for now, I needed to keep it locked away.

Suddenly, a jolt of realization shook my thoughts. All the subtle jealousy I had felt towards Becca, the envy of her status in the Beta class, seemed to dissipate instantly. I, an Omega, now understood that I possessed Alpha blood. This revelation placed me at the top, but I still wasn't prepared to reveal this newfound truth to anyone, not even my closest friend.

"Oh no," Becca's exclamation broke through my introspection, pulling my attention back to the present. I glanced over to see Becca glued to her phone screen, a look of concern on her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked, feeling overwhelmed by the possibility of yet another unexpected event.

"We have to leave right now if we want to make it to school on time," Becca explained, reaching out for me, signaling me to get up. I tried to stay optimistic and responded, "We still have enough time; I'm sure we can make it." My voice carried a hint of enthusiasm, hoping to reassure both myself and Becca.

We hurriedly made our way to our cars and headed towards the school. Rushing to our lockers, we then hurried to our first-period class. Our gazes swept the room, searching for available seats, and there was only one left, right at the front.

"Take it," I motioned Becca towards the seat, knowing how much she loved sitting at the front. Becca gratefully accepted the offer, giving me a thankful smile.

As I scanned the room again, my heart sank. The only available seat was behind Damien. He epitomized perfection, his dark hair and piercing blue eyes always captivating me. But he also knew my secret. He was the one who had sensed my Alpha blood and called his father. Sitting so close to him made my stomach churn with nervousness. I hoped he wouldn't reveal my secret to anyone. I simply wasn't ready to share that part of myself with anyone just yet.

"You made it on time today, Miss Omega Lilly," Damien remarked with a playful wink, acknowledging my presence.

"Yes, I did. And so did you," I retorted, smirking as I realized Damien was keeping my secret. He must have known, as my parents had told me.

"Are you doing okay?" Damien asked, a hint of concern in his eyes.

"I'm alright. Just trying to adjust to some new things, I guess," I replied, opening my notebook to distract myself.

"Why are you talking to a dirty Omega?" Ashley's shrill voice suddenly interrupted, her tone dripping with disdain. She couldn't contain her jealousy, especially now that she knew she wasn't Damien's mate.

I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm despite Ashley's hurtful words. I knew I had to stand up for myself, even if it meant facing the repercussions.

"Don't speak about her like that. Show some respect," Damien's voice boomed, his Alpha aura intensifying as he defended me. Instantly, Ashley fell silent, her eyes widening in shock as she realized the gravity of her mistake. Hastily, she averted her gaze, unable to meet my eyes.

Gratitude swelled within me as Damien stood up for me, but along with it came a pang of curiosity. Why would he use his Alpha power on my behalf? Could it be because he knew I wasn't an Omega? My friend Becca sent me a questioning glance, and I didn't know how to answer.

Determined not to let Ashley's cruel words affect me, I focused on the lesson, pushing aside the tension in the air. Briefly, I glanced at Damien, our eyes meeting for a moment, and I silently mouthed a heartfelt "thank you" to him. Damien nodded in response, his playful wink drawing me in, captivating me with his blue eyes and the flecks of gold within them.

I felt my cheeks growing warm as I noticed Becca's smirk from the front of the class. Sinking into my seat, I realized that all eyes were on me. Just as the uncomfortable moment lingered, the teacher entered the room.

"Hmmm," Miss Beatrix cleared her throat, causing everyone's attention to shift away from me, much to my relief.

As the class continued, I couldn't help but steal glances at Damien, feeling an undeniable attraction. It seemed he always found a reason to turn around and divert his attention.

As the final bell rang, signifying the end of the class, Damien flashed me a smirk. "School is over for us, Miss Omega Lilly," he said, grabbing me by the arm.

Confused, I questioned him, trying to regain my composure. "What are you talking about?" I asked, wondering what he was implying.

Becca approached us, her presence only adding to the tension. Seeing Damien's hand on my arm, she couldn't help but smirk. "What's up?" she asked, curiosity evident.

Damien explained, "I arranged for Lilly to take the day off. Things have been a little stressful for her."

I mouthed to Becca, "I'll explain later," knowing that she would be curious about how Damien knew what was happening.

We approached the parking lot, where Damien's impressive and gleaming truck awaited. With a firm grip on my arm, he guided me, emitting a comforting warmth that enveloped me. It was a pleasant sensation, and I couldn't help but appreciate it. The mere presence of the future alpha meant that no one at the school would dare question the day off he had arranged for me.

Feeling perplexed, I finally mustered the courage to inquire, "Where are we going?" It struck me as odd, considering that until yesterday, I had never even exchanged a single conversation with Damien. But then again, it wasn't surprising, as omegas rarely interacted with the Alpha class.

"We're heading somewhere that will help clear your mind and make you feel better," Damien replied, his words reassuring. As he opened the passenger door of his truck, the sunlight illuminated the golden flecks in his eyes.

"Enjoying the view over there?" Damien's voice broke the silence, accompanied by a mischievous smirk.

My cheeks flushed as my heart raced, unsure of how to respond. The sudden change in Damien's attitude, from distant and aloof to talkative and considerate, left me intrigued and confused. We had only been strangers a few days ago, and now I was experiencing this incredible attention from him.

I sat in the passenger seat of his truck, and my curiosity piqued as I wondered where he was taking me. Every time I stole a glance at him, that devilish smirk played on his lips, making my heart skip a beat. The lush scenery of the woods surrounding us was breathtaking, adding to the anticipation bubbling within me.

The truck stopped near a clearing in the woods adorned with vibrant wildflowers. Damien stepped outside, walking towards my side and opening the door with a gentle gesture.

"We've arrived," Damien said, his voice carrying a hint of mystery as he extended his hand. "Welcome to my special place."

Curiosity filled my gaze as I looked up at him. "Is this where you bring all your girlfriends?" I couldn't help but ask, a tinge of jealousy seeping into my voice.

A devilish grin played on Damien's lips as he leaned closer, his eyes locked with mine. "I don't bring just anyone here. But tell me, Lilly, do you want to be my girlfriend?"

Heat rushed to my cheeks as conflicting thoughts swirled in my mind. I couldn't help but look at the pronounced muscles beneath Damien's fitted shirt. Did he always wear his shirts that way, I wondered, to intentionally showcase his physique?

"Never mind," Damien said with a knowing smirk, his grip tightening around my hand as he confidently led me into the depths of the woods.

I obediently followed, my heart fluttering with nerves and curiosity. Damien surprised me with his attentiveness, acting as my guide, warning me to watch my step, and pointing out any potential obstacles that might hinder our path. There were moments when he would steady me by placing his arm around my waist, preventing me from stumbling or tripping.

The journey continued leisurely, with Damien consistently attentive to my well-being. Slowly, he led me towards a babbling stream, its tranquil presence becoming increasingly audible. As we drew closer, cascading waterfalls greeted our ears, presenting a picturesque scene that took my breath away.

"It's beautiful, Damien," I said breathlessly, unable to contain my awe.

"It's wonderful, Damien," I breathed, my voice filled with genuine appreciation.

"Isn't it?" Damien replied, a soft smile playing on his lips as he looked at me. "I knew you would appreciate it."

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the mesmerizing sight. The sound of rushing water and the gentle mist that kissed my skin added to the enchantment of the place. It felt like we had stepped into a hidden paradise, far away from the worries and troubles of everyday life.

As we sat on a nearby rock, Damien's presence beside me felt strangely comforting. The tension that had filled our interactions at school seemed to dissipate in the serenity of the surroundings. It was just the two of us sharing a moment of tranquility amidst the chaos of our lives.

"Why did you bring me here, Damien?" I finally found the courage to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

He turned to face me, his eyes filled with sincerity. "I wanted to give you a break from everything, from the stress and expectations of being different. You deserve a moment of peace and happiness."

My heart swelled with gratitude and confusion. Damien, the future alpha, had gone out of his way to bring me to this magical place. It was a gesture that I couldn't fully comprehend.

Yet amidst the tranquility of our natural sanctuary, a storm of thoughts raged within me. The questions that swirled within my mind couldn't be contained any longer, and my voice, filled with uncertainty and urgency, broke the serene silence. "Damien," I began, my words carrying a hint of frustration and longing for clarity, "do my origins as an Alpha mean I must feel and act differently from those with Omega blood? Should I allow the concept of superiority to seep into my relationship with my adopted parents simply because they are Omegas? And must I consider myself better than Becca only because she hails from a Beta family?" My inquiries poured forth like an impassioned plea, seeking understanding and resolution.

Damien's unwavering gaze met mine, his expression calm yet filled with a complexity that mirrored my own. "No, Lilly," he asserted, his voice carrying a sense of sincerity that resonated deep within me. "It would help if you stayed true to the person you've always been."

His words struck me, resonating with a truth I had longed to hear. I had spent so long trying to fit into the mold of what I should be, suppressing the parts of me that didn't align with societal expectations. But now, at this moment, Damien's reassurance reminded me that my worth as a pack member didn't depend on how different I was from others but rather on the strength and authenticity I brought to my relationships and responsibilities.

But a surge of frustration and defiance coursed through me. I challenged Damien, and my voice tinged with a hint of cockiness from the anger that had ignited within me. "But now, suddenly, I'm deemed worthy of the future Alpha's attention. Isn't that a change?" My words dripped with sarcasm, fueled by the resentment I had harbored for being overlooked for so long.

Damien's features softened, his eyes searching mine for understanding. "Lilly, you were always more than enough, even before this," he said, his voice filled with a tenderness that caught me off guard. "I've always wanted to be near you, to form a connection with you. But I had to restrain myself. I knew the complications that would arise if we allowed ourselves to get too close. As an Omega, the burden of carrying the children of the Alpha Royal lineage would unbearably weigh on you. You are fully aware of this, Lilly."

His words cut through the anger and frustration, revealing a vulnerability and depth of emotion I had never seen before. My heart wavered, torn between the anger I had held onto and the understanding that now flooded my senses. Did he say that if he spoke to me, he was scared we would have a future together? Damien never even talked to me until yesterday. I never even considered that he felt a connection to me.

I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest. His eyes, filled with a mix of emotions, held me captive. Confusion, longing, and a hint of something deeper. Damien's words echoed in my mind, unraveling a truth hidden beneath the surface for far too long. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a connection I had never allowed myself to acknowledge.

As I searched for the right words, my brows furrowed in confusion. "What... What are you saying?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of astonishment and disbelief. "We've barely spoken, Damien. How can you claim to feel drawn to me? I've never felt like anyone out of the ordinary."

His gaze softened, his hand reaching out to gently cup my face. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down my spine. "Lilly, you have no idea how special you are," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "From the moment I first saw you, there was something about you. It goes beyond appearances or conversations. It's about who you are as a person."

I swallowed hard, struggling to comprehend his words. How could someone see something I had failed to recognize in myself? "But why, Damien?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I've always felt like I needed to prove myself, to fit into a world that seemed so distant from where I came from. How can you see beyond all that?"

A soft smile played on his lips, a knowing look in his eyes. "Lilly, you have a heart filled with compassion and kindness," he said, his voice brimming with admiration. "You tirelessly care for others, volunteering your time to help with children during pack meetings. You selflessly lend a helping hand at the hospital, even when you're exhausted. Your intelligence shines through your exceptional grades, and it's like you're already training to be a Luna despite coming from an Omega family. It's these qualities that make you exceptional."

Tears welled in my eyes, a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability washing over me. Damien's words touched a part of my soul that had long been hidden. "I never realized," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "I've spent so much time trying to prove myself, to fit into a mold that I thought I had to conform to. But you see beyond all that, don't you?"

Damien's thumb gently brushed away my tears, his touch sending waves of comfort through my being. "Lilly, I see you for who you truly are," he reassured me, his voice filled with tenderness. "It's not about your bloodline or any expectations placed upon you. It's about the person you are, the strength and resilience that radiate from within you. You're more than any label or role, and I believe in you."

As Damien spoke, his words flowed with a reverence almost akin to testimony, as if he was sharing the depth of his emotions openly, unfiltered, and vulnerable.

My words caught in my throat as I tried to respond, my lips parting in uncertainty. Yet, before a single word could escape, Damien enveloped me in a tender kiss. The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the intertwining of our lips. I could feel my sudden need for Damian. Both of our tounges are fighting for dominance. He slowly pulled me to the ground while never breaking their kiss, lying on me. He was gentle yet aggressive, with his hands roaming my body. I could feel his hands starting to slip between my thighs. His huge d**k poked me in the stomach.

“Wait,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as uncertainty flooded my mind. "I can't. We can't," I stammered, nervously biting my lip. My heart raced, and embarrassment washed over me as I admitted, "I'm a virgin."

Damien stood up, his gaze filled with a mix of frustration and understanding as he reached out to help me up. His voice reflected the conflicting emotions within him as he reassured me, "It's okay, Lilly. We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Tears welled in my eyes as I apologized, my voice laced with sincere regret and embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, Damien. I never expected this to happen, and I know you're more experienced."

He shook his head, his expression softening with empathy. "Lilly, it's not about experience. It's about us, about what feels right for both of us. I never wanted to pressure you into anything."

I took a shaky breath, trying to gather my thoughts. Damien's understanding relieved me, but I couldn't shake the overwhelming emotions that flooded my mind. I had always felt like an outsider, a simple Omega, until recently when I discovered my Alpha bloodline. And now, the future Alpha, Damien, was showing interest in me, someone who had never had a boyfriend before.

His words washed over me, soothing my anxiety. The fact that he had come here to talk, to help me with my emotions about being adopted, reminded me that this connection between us wasn't just about physical intimacy. It was about understanding and support.

"I appreciate your patience, Damien," I finally managed to say, my voice trembling with gratitude. "Everything is new to me, and I need time to process everything. I never imagined any of this would happen."

He nodded, his eyes filled with compassion. "Take all the time you need, Lilly. Your emotions and well-being are important to me. We can go at your pace, and I'll be here for you every step of the way."

Damien gently took hold of my hand, guiding me towards the stream. As we reached its edge, we both slipped off our shoes and dipped our feet into the cool water. The tranquility of the moment enveloped us, creating a serene atmosphere. Resting my head on his shoulder, I could sense a comforting warmth emanating from him, almost as if he intuited my longing for this peaceful connection.

Before I could register the passing of time, the sun began its descent, casting a warm golden glow across the landscape. Without uttering a word, Damien gently guided me through the winding path of the woods, eventually arriving at his truck. With a tender gesture, he opened the door, allowing me to step inside. As I settled into the seat, he bestowed me with a soft, affectionate smile before closing the door.

"Allow me to escort you home, Miss Omega Lilly," Damian offered as he climbed into the driver's seat.

Concerned about my abandoned car at the school, I hesitated before asking, "What about my car?"

Without skipping a beat, Damian pulled out his phone and began composing a message. As I observed his actions, a pang of jealousy appeared within me. Why was he texting someone? Was he deliberately avoiding my question? What was wrong with me?

Sensing my unease, Damian smirked me, "Don't worry about it. You can retrieve your car tomorrow. I'll pick you up and drive you to school. Everything will be just fine."

As we approached my house, Damian clasped my hand, instantly enveloping me in a comforting warmth. It was a sensation that provided a sense of security. However, amidst the tranquility, my stomach audibly growled, reminding me of our neglected hunger.

"I suppose we've forgotten to eat amidst the captivating distraction that has graced my presence today," Damian commented, flashing his mischievous smirk.

"We can go to my house. My dad is always cooking something amazing. I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind a visitor," I suggested tentatively, unsure if Damian would even be interested in dining at an omega house.

"Yes, that would be great! Your dad is my favorite chef at the pack house," Damian informed me, acknowledging my statement.

"Do you know my dad?" I asked, taken aback. "How did you find out he works as a cook at the pack house? Do you talk to the staff, even the omegas?" I inquired, my surprise evident in my voice.

"Steve, the head chef at the pack house? How could I not know him? He's the best. His culinary skills never fail to impress the head Alphas and Lunas from other packs," Damien said, giving me a puzzled look as if my question seemed absurd.

"Oh," I responded, feeling a tinge of embarrassment. It seemed I had misjudged Damien. He didn't come across as a snob after all.

Damien’s point of view

"Don't worry," I said softly, gently taking her hand in mine. As a blush spread across her cheeks from embarrassment, I couldn't help but find it adorable.

Her mother was also one of my cherished employees at the pack house. Sandy held the role of Laundry Supervisor, ensuring impeccable linens and curtains, free from stains, for important visits. Under her careful watch, not a single sock ever went missing.

As I arrived at her house, I gently held her hand and voiced my concern, "Perhaps we should hold back on revealing our relationship in front of your parents. Considering everything you're dealing with at the moment, I'm not sure if you're prepared to face additional discussions with them right now." I explained, my gaze fixed upon her captivating emerald eyes. She was undeniably stunning.

It was unbelievable to me that she possessed alpha blood. The moment I pulled into the school parking lot yesterday and caught a strong scent of vanilla and cherries, I knew my mate was close by. And then I laid my eyes on her. It seemed impossible. I couldn't comprehend how the future alpha of my pack could be mated to an omega. My inner wolf fiercely urged me to approach her and claim her as my own. As I drew nearer, my wolf sensed that she also had an alpha wolf within her.

"Yes, I agree," Lilly replied with a playful giggle, gently squeezing my hand. Instantly, a surge of electricity coursed through my veins. It felt like she was teasing me, even though she couldn't feel our mate bond yet.

"Let's go," she said, opening the passenger side door. "I'm starving." I wanted to be the one opening the door for her.

"I'm coming. Slow down," I said, giving her a smirk.

Nervousness washed over me. Steve and Sandy seemed like nice people, but they were unaware of my mate bond with their daughter. Lilly herself was also oblivious to this connection. However, in just a week, when she turns 18, everything will change.