The Omega Who Walked Away のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

From the very beginning, Sierra has tried her best to make this an actual marriage, even though I was completely straightforward since the beginning. I told her the absolute truth: my family arranged the marriage because they thought my fated mate wasn’t good enough to be my Luna, so I had to marry her. For political reasons, not love. Sierra said she understood, but I think she expected me to change my mind at some point.She’s not a bad person, though. She's a perfect wife on paper and a very smart woman... but when it comes to her heart, she's an idiot. She swears she's in love with me and I truly don't understand why or how. But I guess it doesn't help that we have sex at least once every two or three months—purely for heir-making purposes—and even if I try to make it as impersonal as possible, impersonal sex is not really a thing. Usually, I can just avoid her most of the day, but today is different. My head is already full with women-related shit and Sierra adding to the pile

I got up only to unbutton her jean shorts and take them all the way off. Ivy was wearing plain white panties and the sight of them turned me on so bad, I almost forgot she had to be handled with extra care. I moved my body down and pushed her legs apart to give myself room in between them, then I pushed those good-girl panties aside enough to give myself access to her pussy for the first time. Finally, there she was. All mine. Untouched... well, not as untouched, since the naughty girl touched it every night, but that didn't matter. It was still all for me. And I couldn't control myself any longer, even when Ivy shrieked as if she felt overwhelmed. I just went for it and licked her for the first time. "Oh my fuck," she gasped, her hands flying to my hair. At that point, I was gone. If she wanted me to stop for real she would have to spell it out or beat me up. Luckily, she only shoved me harder against her as I started lapping her up, tasting her, "Oh, god... Rem, what is that?

“He doesn’t know me like you do," Ivy says to Felix with a borderline sensual tone, making him laugh nervously. My hands clench into fists as I watch the interaction. I want to ask what the fuck is this about, but I can’t. Not right now. "Okay, that’s enough," I snap, tired of whatever this is, "We're here to discuss serious stuff, Miss Doreen. Please, leave." "Alpha Remington believes these bad guys are coming for ME, so I feel like I deserve to be here and hear what your plans are. I'll just take a seat and listen," she says looking at the rest of the table and not making a single move to leave, "Proceed." Everyone turns to me, to see what I will do, but I simply take a deep breath and proceed with the conversation as if she never arrived, except I can't relax anymore because I'm hyper-aware of her presence and my eyes keep moving to her. We talk about the border breaches, the omega disappearances, the pattern of attacks. There's a map with red pins, lines drawn in black

I stop outside Ivy’s room—our old room—and raise my hand to grab the handle, but something makes me pause before storming in. I have a moment of second guessing myself because… What the fuck am I doing? I lean my head against the wood and exhale through my nose. This isn’t me, I shouldn’t care. We’re extremely over, there is no coming back from what I did to her years ago and who cares if she has another man? I’m married. I growl and pull away from the door before I do something stupid. Before I open and find something I might hate. Before I let this bond speak for me again. Because right now, I need to be her Alpha, not her mate. And as her Alpha, I shouldn't give a fuck if she has boyfriend. "What are you doing here?!" Ivy roars out of nowhere, making me jump and turn to her in surprise. Now both of us are just standing there, caught, "You were going to sneak into my room? How dare you?!" "I-I'm not—I wasn't!" I respond as I step away from the door, but it sounds like a

{ Ivy } There's like ten people I want to avoid in this house and, thankfully, we don't encounter any of them in our way to the kitchen. Once we're there, we see two older women and a young guy in the kitchen. They stop when they see us. "Ivy!” one of the older women exclaims and walks to me. I immediately smile and open my arms for a hug. She's plump and warm and always smells like fresh bread, even now, "I couldn't believe my ears when they started throwing your name around here again." "Miss Jessy," I say, hugging her as tight as I can, "I've missed you. I can't believe I'm back here either... look, this is my best friend, Cassie." After introductions and a bit of small talk, Miss Jessy asks us what we would like for breakfast and we talk about the dreaded Council as she cooks it for us. "What about Luna Sierra? How is she?” I finally ask and Miss Jessy shares a look with the other woman before giving me a slow whistle. "She's not Tatiana levels of nastiness, but she has he