Traitor Omega

Chapter 2

Azalea's Pov

My knees are aching badly. My toes are probably red too. But I can't stop pacing from end to end of my secret roost with Alpha Klein, waiting anxiously for him, hoping he'll honour my note.

Not only did he support Aurelia when she said she was becoming Luna, he also ordered that the news be spread throughout the pack. He looked me in the eyes and announced that he will be choosing a mate, since the moon goddess hasn't blessed him with one.

Tears spill from my eyes as I remember the coldness in his eyes when he said that.

I may be wolfless, but I still exist. I'm not dead or nowhere. I'm the mate the moon goddess has blessed him with…. Or maybe just a curse he's refusing to accept.

After what feels like forever, I finally hear footsteps approching the door from outside. But something about it feels strange. Like Alpha Klein is bringing along escorts.

I don't get the chance to think over it before the door bursts open. To my greatest shock, Luna Emily is standing by the door, glaring at me like an insufferable pest.

How is she here? Where's Alpha Klein?

As if hearing my thoughts, she shows me my note, guiding another round of cruel shock through my body.

“Why did you want to see my son?’’ She demands, taking slow steps towards me. It doesn't need telling that I'm retreating back as well, dreading her anger.

“What does a dirty traitor like you have to do with the Alpha!” She yells, and I instinctively guide my stomach with a hand.

That catches her attention. One of the qualities of Luna is thoroughness, and Luna Emily has never failed with that.

Her eyes darkens with an emotion I can't quite place, but it disappears as quickly as it came.

‘‘What is this? Not what I'm thinking right?’’ She says then smirks. “You wouldn't dare be pregnant for my son. And even if you are, I'll destroy that bastard before anyone even hears of him.’’

“No…’’

“Guards!!’’ She fires, and two hefty looking men rushes into the room at once. “Deal with this rag. And lock her in the store basement.’’

“No, please my Luna’’ I struggle as the men grab me. Luna Emily doesn't spare another glance back and walks out, leaving me for the guards to devour.

They weren't gentle as they drag me against the floor to the storeroom, far from the main house where anybody can hear my screams. They fling me down the stairs to the basement, and I land hard on my waist.

A painful scream leaves my lips, and I feel warm liquid spill between my inner thighs. What I fear will be blood.

I don't mind the guards coming predatory at me, smirking like devils ready to attack after permission from the almighty. I push a hand under my dress, and when I pull it out there's crimson stain.

“She's bleeding.’’ One of the guards says with fear crossing his eyes.

“Just imagine it's a virgin while fucking her then.’’ The second guard shrug. By now I can feel consciousness slipping rapidly from my face.

“Don't be silly. We weren't ordered to kill her yet.”

“She's still going to die anyway. Does it matter when?’’ The second guard’s strong opposition is the last thing I note before darkness swallows me.

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ALPHA KLEIN'S POV

I'm trying to listen to Aurelia telling me stories of every picture as we look through a photo album, but it's impossible with Xaia flipping restlessly in my head, thinking about that omega.

“This.’’ Aurelia points at a picture, her beautiful blue eyes growing soft and nearly misty. “You remember this?’’

How can I ever forget? It's a picture of us under the meteor shower three years ago. The moment before I left to get more wine for us, only to find my mate packing out the wine in batches. A wretched traitor blood who has served in my packhouse for as long as I can remember.

Choosing to ignore Aurelia, I flip over the page, hoping we won't have to talk about that miserable memory. But Aurelia stops my hand, with a sad smile crossing her face.

‘‘Do you love her?’’ She asks the most ridiculous question I expect to hear from her.

“Are you serious right now?’’ I frown, expressing my displeasure and disappointment in her.

She knows she's the one I love. She used to be my crush as children, and as we grew older I realised she possessed all I want in a mate. Slender, not too busty, very beautiful and fragile, yet quite brave. She's my dream woman.

“I'm sorry for leaving the way I did.’’ Aurelia says, pinching her perfect nails with so much sadness in her eyes that my heart breaks. “I was just too heartbroken when you told me she was your mate.’’

I know that.

She doesn't have to apologise for the moon goddess’ own mistake.

I pull her into my chest, ignoring Xaia's rigid opposition inside me.

“I should be the one sorry. I broke our promise of being together, but I'm just about to fix that now.’’

Aurelia pulls away to look at me, and I'm shocked to see a pool of tears in her pretty eyes.

“Why’re you crying?’’ I try to hold her but she flinches back, glaring at me.

“Why didn't you reject her immediately? You claim not to want her, yet you marked her that same night.’’

I'm speechless now, with a painful lump blocking my throat. It wasn't me that night, it was all Xaia. He's such a stubborn wolf that sometimes I can't control him. He couldn't resist the omega after six years of hoping for our fated without success, even though we'd agreed to choose Aurelia.

Aurelia smiles bitterly at me and stands up, heading back towards the bedroom. I rush after her, calling her back even if she won't listen.

“Aurelia please.’’ I finally get a hold of her arm, but she yanks my grip away, her eyes red with rage now.

“You don't truly want me, or you won't still be keeping her in the packhouse!’’

“I want you, Aurelia. And I don't care about that fucking omega.’’ I'm frustrated by her accusations.

“Then reject her, Klein.’’ She fires. “Reject her tonight and make love to me.’’