All Chapters of The Omega President’s Accidental Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Serena’s POVI checked the east garden first. The stone bench under the oak tree turned up empty, along with the bush shrubs, then the maze.Storm was no where to be found. I stood there for a full minute with the folded proposal still clenched in my hand, frustration climbing higher and higher with every second. Ryan had said he would be in the garden. Idiot was probably fucking with me, trying to aggravate me further. It worked. I started walking again. I searched classrooms, the library, fhe hallways, the gym. Nothing. Empty. Empty. Empty.By the time I was done searching the arts department my feet hurt from walking and the paper in my fist was damp with sweat. I almost turned back. That was when I heard it.The tunes of the piano coming from an old music room. It was soft at first, then more pitched as I followed the sound down the corridor. The door was half open when I arrived. So I stopped outside and peeked in.He sat at the grand piano near the windows, back straight, he

Serena’s POV I found Nathaniel the next morning outside the council wing, exactly where I expected him to be. He was standing near the trophy case, phone in one hand, the usual unreadable expression on his face. I stopped a a few feet away, holding up the rumpled amended policy sheet I still hadn’t thrown away. His pheromones were cleaner today, I noticed, that dizzying medicinal edge gone. “We need to talk about this.” I said without greeting. He briefly glanced at me, before pocketing his phone, and waited, staring at me with that same quiet attention that always made me feel like I was being measured. “You changed my policy without telling me..” I said. “Why are you putting four Alphas in leadership positions for an Omega Union?” He blinked. “Doesn't the same apply to the Alpha Union? Four Omegas with equal rights as any other members.” “This is going to fail, Nathan!” I interrupted. “What Omega would willingly join an Alpha-dominated space?" “You did…” He said ca

Serena’s POVMason didn’t even give me the chance to avoid him.He was already standing outside the main entrance when Katie and I walked up past the school gates. The second I saw him, i blushed, something warm and restless stirring low in my stomach. I kept my eyes away but he closed the extra space between us and smiled. “Good morning.” He said in that warm, deep voice of his and I was forced to meet his eyes. And then my dream came back to me as my eyes flicked to the soft curves of his mouth, remembering all the filthy things they had done to me.I blinked, then swallowed, suddenly feeling too hot.Katie— unaware of my distress— took one look at him, then at me, before grinning like she knew a secret we didn't. “I’ll just… go ahead.” She winked at me before exiting, disappearing into the building.Mason’s smile didn't falter and that only made me feel even more guilty, more perverted.Here he was staring at me like I was an angel, whereas I felt like a demon. “Morning, Seren

Serena’s POV I closed my bedroom door and locked it the moment I got home. The jersey was secretly tucked in my bag and though I had folded it neatly, I worried it would still end up creased. Though I was aware Mason probably had enough jerseys to go around, I wanted to return this the same way i had taken it. I quickly kicked off my shoes off, before setting my bag down so I could carefully pick it out. I unfolded the extra large shirt, then held it up with the pad of my thumbs, my eyes mapping out every intricate detail as if it mattered. Probably because it mattered to me. I stood in the middle of the room for a long moment, studying it. Then I pressed it to my nose, breathing it in— soft at first, then deeper. And the scent hit me hard and soft, all at once. Cardamom and cashmere— mild and comforting. Notes of warm spice threaded under it as well, something smooth and expensive like cologne maybe? I couldn't tell for sure. I just knew the scent was intoxicating. I

Serena’s POVI woke up drowning in it. The second day of my heat was always supposed to be better once the suppressants kicked in harder. But this time they failed. And the sexual urge to mate hit me like a violent wave. My skin felt too tender, and every nerve in me screamed for contact I couldn’t have. The need to be touched, to be filled, to lose control completely sat heavy in my stomach and my thighs. So I spent the entire day drifting in and out of restless sleep. I lay tangled in my ruined nest, Mason’s collar still pressed to my face even though his scent no longer helped the way it had the day before.My mom came and cleaned me up, fed me, and murmured soft reassurances while I clung to her, begging her for some semblance of relief. She only rocked me softly as I stained her clothes with my tears.After I fell passed out from the intensity, she left the room. But in mere moments, I came awake again, sweating, whimpering, clinging tight to the jersey as if it would make the