The Small Whisperer: They wanted the Alpha's Omega dead
Mate, mate, mate, Alex chanted, bouncing around in excitement.
His piercing grey eyes locked onto mine, and I found myself mesmerized, unable to look away. We held our gaze until he leaned in to whisper something to the Beta before walking away. Confusion was evident on the Beta's face.
Had I just been rejected? He left without acknowledging me? Perhaps he was preoccupied with something important? But he had just found his mate-what could possibly be more significant than that?
My thoughts spiraled. The idea of rejection was unbearable. Alex whimpered at the mere thought. Was fate playing a cruel joke on me? The Alpha being my mate? Or had I misinterpreted everything? Yet, I was certain of t