CHAPTER 4- Confusion

Morgan sat alone in his room, staring blankly at the ceiling as sleep evaded him. His mind was occupied with thoughts about Lilian. He knew she was his mate, from the moment he laid eyes on her that night. However, he just ignored it thinking that it was due to the effect of the wine. He was tipsy that time but he could feel the connection between them. The pull of the mate bond was impossible to ignore. His heart raced when he kissed her, and even when he claimed her fully, it felt like time had stopped. But when the Wolf Council told him to marry her, his great pride prevailed. He had in mind, how someone of low status could become his Luna.

Unable to sit still any longer, he rose from the bed, pacing the room in frustration. Wanting to ease the heavy burden he was carrying in his heart, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the mini-fridge and poured some of it into his ornate glass. He brought it straight into his mouth, hoping it would minimize the guilt and confusion gnawing at him. How could he ever accept someone with a cursed bloodline to be his Luna? As an Alpha of the pack, he always dreamed of having a Luna who had a higher status, not Lilian, who was just a lowly Omega.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Samantha entered the room. She was the beta of the Diamond Pack and his occasional lover. The woman was wearing a sleek, seductive dress that lifted his spirit. She smiled at him amorously while approaching him.

“Sam—” Morgan started, but before he could finish, Samantha pulled him into a deep, hungry kiss. He hesitated, momentarily pulling back, but Samantha pressed herself against him, her hands sliding over his chest.

“Morgan, take me...” she whispered in a sultry voice, her lips brushing against his ear. Her words were laced with desire, each syllable meant to seduce him. She had always been bold, and confident in her allure, and tonight was no different.

Morgan, despite his inner turmoil, was still a man. His body responded instinctively to her touch, and as he felt the familiar heat rising within him, he gave in. He grabbed Samantha's waist and carried her to the bed, laying her down as she wrapped her arms around him.

Samantha moaned in pleasure as Morgan’s hands roamed over her body, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Morgan...ohhh...”

She reveled in the power she had over him, each touch and caress meant to keep him anchored to her. But in her mind, she was already relishing something more: the plan she had concocted to hurt Lilian even further. Samantha had always hated the Omega for the quiet affection she sensed between her and Morgan, and now she was going to crush any remaining hope Lilian might have had.

And then the door creaked open.

Standing in the doorway, wide-eyed and stunned, was Lilian. She had been carrying a platter of food—Samantha’s instruction to deliver it had been clear, and Lilian, always the dutiful servant, had complied. But what she had not expected was to walk in on this.

“Alpha Morgan, here’s your—” her voice faltered, the words dying on her lips as she took in the sight before her. Morgan, the man she loved, was on top of Samantha, their bodies entwined in a moment of heated passion. Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt as though the ground beneath her was crumbling.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the heavy silence of betrayal. Morgan’s gaze snapped toward her, his expression unreadable, but there was no mistaking the guilt that flickered across his face.

Samantha, however, was far from shocked. In fact, a smug smile curled on her lips as she lay beneath Morgan, her arms still draped around him. She had orchestrated this perfectly, and Lilian had walked right into her trap.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Samantha spat, her voice filled with venom. She made no move to cover herself or hide what was happening. Instead, she wore her arrogance like a badge, her eyes narrowing at Lilian as if daring her to say something.

Lilian stood frozen, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene. Every part of her felt like it was shattering into a thousand pieces. She had thought that nothing could hurt more than Morgan’s rejection, but this—this was worse. He hadn’t just rejected her; he had chosen to humiliate her.

Samantha leaned up slightly, her hand trailing down Morgan’s back as she spoke, her tone mocking. “Didn’t I tell you to make it quick? Looks like you took your sweet time.”

The platter of food slipped from Lilian’s trembling hands and crashed to the floor, the sound echoing through the room. But she didn’t move to pick it up. She couldn’t. The tears she had been holding back brimmed at the corners of her eyes, and though she desperately tried to hold them in, one tear fell, then another.

Morgan was stunned into silence. As he looked at Lilian's gloomy expression, his heart softened for quite some time but his pride hit him once more. He just stood there with a blank expression, though his heart ached. He was confused on what to do—whether to comfort Lilian or ignore her completely.

Without a word, Lilian went out of the room. It seemed that little hope she was holding in her heart had totally gone. She hated herself for believing that Morgan might change and that he would learn to accept her despite her low status and cursed bloodline.

As she ran through the hallways of the packhouse, her sobs echoed off the walls. She didn’t know where she was going, only that she needed to get away. Away from the pain, away from the humiliation. But no matter how far she ran, the image of Morgan and Samantha haunted her.

Back in Morgan’s room, Samantha smiled silently. Lilian did not know she did it on purpose. She ordered her to bring a platter of food inside Morgan's room, to let her witness how she stole her fated mate.

Meanwhile, Morgan stood still, his hands resting on Samantha's waist, but his body stiffened as she leaned in closer. Samantha kissed her, more aggressively this time, but he did not respond. His connection to Lilian was stronger than anything he’d ever felt before, but he had been too proud to admit it. Now, it was like an ache he couldn't soothe.

Samantha pulled back slightly and tilted her head when she sensed Morgan was not responding. She looked at him with a stern glare. "Hey, Morgan? What happened?" she asked annoyingly. "Don't tell me..." she paused, her eyes narrowing, "you actually feel something for that lowly Omega?"

Samantha intended to speak the word "Omega" as an insult. She knew that Morgan was principally concerned of his ego, and she was confident that the answer would be the one she wanted to hear. She believed Morgan would not fall for someone like Lilian, someone beneath him in status and power.

Morgan heaved a deep sigh, dragging a hand through his hair as frustration washed over him. He could feel the weight of Samantha's gaze, her expectation that he would deny it, that he would reassure her that Lilian was nothing. But he couldn't deny the truth that he felt something for Lilian. The mate bond was not something that could be easily dismissed because it was the will of the supreme being.

"For now..." Morgan said, his voice low and tired. "Please go out, Samantha."

Samantha couldn't believe what Morgan just said. "What?” She snapped, taking a step back. “You’re asking me to leave because of her? Are you serious, Morgan?” Her voice rose, a mix of anger and disbelief.

Morgan didn’t meet her gaze. He stared down at the floor, his chest tight with the guilt and confusion that had been building up ever since that night with Lilian. He couldn’t shake the memory of her—the way she had looked at him with those eyes filled with hurt and betrayal when she saw him with Samantha.

"I just want to be alone,” he said, unable to find the right words to explain himself. “I need some space."

“You’ can't be serious, Morgan,” she said, crossing her arms while a smirk was shown on her face. “Don't tell me you really have feelings for her. I tell you, she’s nothing but a curse to this pack. Remember, you’re an Alpha, and you deserve to be with someone with a higher status, not just an Omega. You could have any woman you want—someone who’s actually worthy of you, not some cursed nobody.”

Her words stung, but Morgan didn’t respond. He walked to the window, taking a heavy sigh while staring out into the night. Thoughts of Lilian kept lingering in his mind. Even though he wanted to push it away, the mate bond was something he could not deny.

Samantha huffed, realizing she wasn’t going to get the reaction she wanted. “Fine,” she snapped, her voice cold. "But I won't give up on you. No one is worthy of becoming your Luna except me."

Samantha threw Morgan one last piercing look before she went out of the room.