Chapter 1

"How many times do you intend to receive the same rejection from me? Aren't you sick of it? Ask me a thousand times the same question again and again. My answer will remain the same. You and I will remain strangers, nothing more. Don't try to change it."

His eyes glistened in tears because of the words I spat without caring about his feelings. One drop left his eyes falling to his cheeks. It moved down painfully slow, and I screamed internally. I couldn't hold back; I wanted him to go because it was hard to see him like that.

"Get out," I whispered.

"Give me one reason to leave," he mumbled, wiping that single tear.

I didn't have a reason, not even one. It was all about me. As a disgusting, pathetic omega, I was born this way, a societally rejected kind going through heat every month. And I was fake, and I didn't want to pull him into my dark pit.

"I-I am just tired," I mumbled, looking at the alpha.

"You cannot give me a reason? Huh? Moreover, I don't think you even have a reason to reject me like this. Right?!"

I didn't respond; I just wanted him out of there out of my sight. His persuasion was killing me every single day. The more he followed me, the more he said sweet things to court me, and the more my heart started getting wounded. It hurt way more than an actual knife piercing my heart.

"At least accept the flowers," he whispered.

I sighed and slowly took the hydrangeas into my hands, looking at the beauty. It smelled nice, and it was fresh. The flower petals looked delicate and lovely. I felt his presence near me. Without my conscience, he was right in front of me. Our chests were touching, his breath fanning on my hair. I absentmindedly rested my head on his chest.

It was like a lullaby. It felt warm, like I could drown in the secure feeling and close my eyes. It was indeed home. But I didn't deserve any of those.

A cold finger tapped at my chin. It nudged from there and pulled my face up gently. Our lips were mere centimetres apart. I saw his eyes battling between my lips and my eyes. Another teardrop left his eyes the second time it landed on my lips. He was having an internal argument. The salty taste lingered in my mouth; he left my room without another word.

Come back

I slid down to the floor, finally breaking apart as soon as his figure faded. I sat there for a while, repeating what happened just a few minutes ago. It hurt me so much. I couldn't describe the pain I felt when he left.

The thought that he might not come back again registered in my mind and rang in my head. I wanted him to come back and say he loved me. I didn't plan on how I will react to it. I just wanted the feeling of his presence. The homey and secured feel overwhelmed me every time.

The first teardrop fell. Then the second one along with it. I couldn't hold back my tears. It spilt out without any control. The tears I held for a long time, the sadness I covered with a fake smile, finally came out.

I wailed there like a baby with my left hand clutching at my chest. He should come back. He should. He should. The same thought lingered in my mind.

I waited.

I cried for a long.

And then.

Warm hands wrapped around me. They pulled me into a bear hug.

The familiar warmth made my heart flutter. My nostrils filled with his scent making me sigh in content. I wiped my flowing tears, snuggling to his chest. I heard his heart rapidly beating, which drew a smile on my face.

I had a considerable effect on him. And we both knew about it.

I also knew that he had some questions that I should answer any time soon.

And he did ask.

"Why are you like this? Do you-"

"I like you... but we can't be mates..."

I sniffled, whispering. Then I slowly raised my head and looked at his face. He looked worried, and I felt despondent. My words were so confusing. Who confesses and rejects someone at the same time?

But I didn't want to give him empty promises.

I wanted him... at the same time, I thought he would leave as soon as the truth goes out.

Hoping he would tolerate me this once I fell asleep on his chest. Such a comfortable way to sleep. I was almost drifting off when he spoke;

"You are not real. You like me, but you can't be my mate?" he asked in a sad voice.

I opened my mouth but again swallowed my reply.

"I know you are hiding something from me, and I won't ask you what it is. But I'll be waiting for you to open up, okay? Umm... can we go out meanwhile? Start from the bottom, and let's blossom to the top."

I decided. He was illegal. He was illegally caring, sweet and too good for me, and I didn't deserve him. He... was just too much. His patience was over the moon, and it hurt me so much.

"Mm, oka-mph." my face squished to his chest before I could reply. He eagerly hugged me tightly.

"Omg, I love you so much. Finally, we are boyfriends."

"Eh, no. We are just going out." I said, breaking his bubble.