Alpha's Rejected Omega Mate

Mallory's POV:

"Mallory..." I heard a deep voice whisper in my ear as I slept.

"Mmm," I murmured, trying to turn and push the figure away, but the person looming over me yanked a handful of my hair.

"Ah!" My eyes snapped open when I saw who it was. "Ace Lennox. The Beta's son."

"Ace... what are you doing here?" I asked, staring into his honey-brown eyes.

"Shush..." He pressed his thumb to my lips to quiet me.

"I came to see how you're doing. It's your birthday tomorrow. Don't you think you deserve a birthday gift?" Ace asked, sliding off his white top.

"What kind of birthday gift is that? Why don't you wait until tomorrow to give it to me?" I asked, but he shook his head. "No. You deserve the gift tonight. It's very special, and I've been keeping it for you."

"What's that?" I asked, looking at his handsome face.

Ace was the pack's Beta's son. Even though I was an Alpha's daughter, I had lost my standing because I hadn't shifted since I was born; my younger sister, Sonia, had been able to shift since she was fourteen.

Everyone in the pack admired Sonia and overlooked me. Worse, Sonia seemed to bask in it and made me look like the bad one.

I loved Ace and wanted him as my mate, but he rarely spoke to me during the day. He often avoided me, so I wondered how he'd managed to sneak into my room.

My room was on the top floor of the magnificent two-story Alpha mansion, so it amazed me that Ace had gained access.

"I want to give you a priceless gift, Mallory, but you must promise you won't shout and that you'll endure it," Ace said, removing his belt.

I gulped, seeing his broad, muscular chest. I felt the urge to touch him. I knew Ace would be my mate tomorrow, and I wondered what the 18th birthday celebration would be like, since my father didn't like me either.

"I want to fụck you, Mallory. Just don't shout, alright? I want you as much as you want me," Ace said, his brown eyes glowing in the dim light.

"Alright," I agreed. At that moment, it warmed my heart to know Ace wanted me. I knew everyone in the pack looked down on me, but having someone who wanted me made me happy.

"I know we'll be destined mates. I want you, Ace," I told him, caressing his chest. He brought his face close to mine.

Ace kissed me hungrily. He was twenty-one, and many girls in the pack crushed on him; even Sonia hoped that when she turned eighteen she might become his mate.

Sonia and I were only a year apart. My father had married her mother after my mother died shortly after I was born. We were half-sisters, and my father had taken another Luna to help protect the pack.

My mother had been an Omega who had been my father's true mate. When I was born, the pack doctor told my father I was an Omega too—a weak link, which disappointed him. To make matters worse, I couldn't shift like the rest of the pack.

I was shorter than Sonia—average height, not tall like her. She was light-skinned and very beautiful. It hurt that no one wanted me, but knowing Ace wanted me and that he was my mate made me agree to make love with him. Besides, tomorrow was my eighteenth birthday party.

"Are you ready?" Ace asked, already nàked on the bed.

I swallowed hard, not believing I was doing this with Ace.

He had taken off my nightdress and left me completely exposed beside him.

"Yes," I moaned, breathless as Ace prepared to enter me.

When he did, I moaned and cried out, but he didn't stop.

Ace continued until I felt like I might faint.

"Damn it, Mallory! You're so tight!" Ace groaned, burying his face in my neck. "You're mine." He bit me, sinking his fangs into my skin.

"Ah!" I gasped as he climaxed inside me. After a moment he pulled out of me and licked the mark on my neck.

"I have to go now, Mallory. Happy birthday," Ace whispered, kissed my lips, and hurriedly dressed.

Just then I heard footsteps approaching my door.

The door burst open, but Ace had already fled out the window. I wondered if he'd hurt himself getting out. My stepmother came in.

"Mallory, what are you doing in bed, nàked at this hour? Were you the one moaning?" she demanded, marching to the bed. She yanked the sheet I had used to cover myself away.

"Mallory, you bìtch! Who were you fụcking in your room?" she snarled, grabbing my left arm and dragging me, not caring that I was unclothed.