Prologue

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, though, that perhaps even the world feels sorry for him and allows them to cross paths again with too much string so that they might get closer to one another. To the point where he can now stand next to that person, he has done his best.

                I become someone invisible in his eyes, become nothing more than his friend. They may, however, be meant.

                While I'm lying in bed with my mate, whom I tried to reject numerous times over the years; when I am still of the age where I do not consider what is right and wrong.

                “Oh! How are you now that you've awoken? Did you experience any pain or discomfort in your body? Just tell me, and we'll see what we can do." He looks panicked, the most dangerous leader in the north was omega in actuality, and now he can't compose himself in front of me because he's so concerned about his jerk-fated mate.

                "I'm good, you don't need to be bothered; I believe you need more rest right now." "Your face is exhausted," I replied casually.

                "Oh, I watch over you all night," he responded, wiping his own face.

                Did he forget what I did to him back then? Why does he still care so much for me after I rejected him as his fated mate? If I were him, I would be hostile or kill him and not let him live long, but he is now telling me that he took care of my body all night since I was feverish.

                "What happened to Miller?"

                I realize this may offend him, but I still want to know what happened to my friend; he is, after all, my friend regardless of what happened.

                "Oh, he's returned to his pack. I believe his companions is assisting him, so don't worry; if you want to eat, tell me and I will ask them to send it to you." He stands up and turns around to face me. "From now on, you will stay here; no matter what you said, I can't let you go now." After all, you and I are the predestined mate who should be together."

                He went without allowing me to respond to what he said!

                So, he decided without my approval as Alpha? He's the omega, so why do I feel like the submissive in this situation?

                I try to stand, but my body barely moves, and I groan for too long.

                "Geez, I feel like I'm turning into a worthless Alpha right now," I think to myself as three maids appear... Yes, three maids with something in their hands.

                One for the new clean clothes, another for the snacks, and a third for tea.

                "Good morning, Alpha. These are the items he has given us to deliver to you." You can inform us if you still need something, but for now, let us assist you in dressing," the maid remarked as she approached me.

                “No! I mean, I don't need your help, I guarantee, I can dress my own."

                The three of them look at each other and at me as if I'm saying impossible things, which I understand because I look miserable, but I can't let women dress me!

                "But," one of them objected.

                "Let him do what he wants," he said ultimately.

                The three maids exit, bowing their heads. Now that there are only the two of us in this room, I feel awkward again, but I don't feel suffocated. His pheromones make my body feel so at ease.

                "You know you can't, but you act like a child being stubborn, let me help you get dressed," he said, and without my consent, he dresses me up and feeds me again. As Alpha, there is nothing I can do.

                I’m being tamed by omega.