Tamed By Omega

I finally regained consciousness, despite the fact that my entire body was in excruciating pain. My fight-related injuries hurt, but I can already feel someone bandaging them as I gently open my eyes. A strange place, indeed. I look around and see someone sleeping on my side; he seemed exhausted, yet the towel on my head is still cold as if he stayed up all night to take care of me. I am familiar with him; in fact, he is my mate—a fated mate—but our packs are on opposing sides. When I'm from the south, how can I accept someone from the north? At the time, Miller is all I can think about. Whether or not I have found my soul mate, I want the Alpha I loved to be mine. But despite my best efforts, that Alpha was also hopelessly in love with someone who belonged to a different pack. He searched for his love for a long time before they abruptly disappeared, and I hope he never meets them again. He was so eager to catch it, thou

Love cannot be forced, as my grandmother once taught me. I should not let fate determine where and what would make me happy; instead, I should let my heart uncover my actual feelings rather than succumbing to instinct as an omega.She was right; I should not have clung to that so-called fated mate from the start.As the days passed in my life, I gradually understood what she meant. I should love myself sooner than I do now because seeking love from other people has made me more pitiful."You're finally here; I thought I'd have to wait a little longer before you came back." I look around and see him sitting on the couch. He became at ease here, as evidenced by how he walks and behaves now, as opposed to the first day."Why, do you want to talk about something with me?" Will he ask me again to allow him to return to the South, even though the Alpha he loves is already happy with someone else?This is not surprising to me given what I expect. Years pass, but I know that genuine feelings

“Let me talk to him,” I said and was about to leave when Arther stop me.“Then talk to him here, look at your wrist; how can I make sure that he won’t hurt you again?” He looks so worried, I want to laugh at him for making that face.“He will or not, it’s none of your business,” I replied making him stunned, but I don’t have any more words to say. I walk toward Rage and pull him toward where his office is, I did not even glance back at Arther.Because I don’t want to give a false hope inside of my chest… Not even a little, that won’t have happened again.~I slam the door as we get inside, giving all my might to push him into the corner and pressed his chest to stop him from moving. “What do you want?” I hissed, I’m too angry to suppress it more.“You already know what I want, Dan! You not only take him in this border but you also put him as your assistant and secretary, are you fucking thinking that I am joking about us?!” He emits more intense pheromones than earlier.No!If he cont

After all the words I said, I thought that my mind will be at ease. But, why do I feel shit right now? I keep glancing at where Arther is, I know that he won’t be able to see me through the glass that separates us but I still feel conscious that I might be wrong.Afraid lingered inside of me, what if he can see what I am doing? I can’t focus on my work as I just keep staring at the same line written on the paper I am holding. Even though the document on my screen is clean, I haven’t been able to write a single word for the meeting tomorrow. This is bad, this behavior of mine must stop by any means.I should not let myself affect again by the same person who makes me feel shit and miserable at that time, I shouldn’t care what he thinks about me now.Damn!I grab the phone in front of me and connect the line between us, he first glances into my office before he answers it. “Yes, Mr. Dan, what can I help you with?” He sounds more formal than earlier. I am asking him to do this, so why do

Dan’s POVI lost my balance when he suddenly pushes me inside, I can feel his heavy breath on my neck. I was about to push him when his cold sharp teeth sink into the skin of my nape, “w-what are you doing, don’t bite me.” I felt a great terror.Only then did he let me go, I see how nervous and terrified he was looking at me, “did I mark you?” His voice is trembling, and so is his body is too. I want to punch him really hard right now, why does he have to let me see how he hates the idea of me, marked by him?“No, you don’t.” I shortly replied I have no reason to argue about it. Year by year I should know by now the answer but I keep ignore it, every time, whenever he’s in front me I lost everything even my sanity. “T-that’s good, that’s good.” He keeps repeating to himself as if he won’t forgive himself if he successfully marked me.I can’t help but scoff, “I will get the medicine you were talking about,” I said and stood straight. In this kind of situation, staying in a small space