Chapter 3 0003

Colten's Point Of View

"Another glass, please!"

I was sure, William knew it was not a plea. It was an order. A command. From his Alpha. And he did it like he knew what it was and why he had to do it.

I had finished the first two bottles with him in silence, but now, I had just finished the third bottle alone and was demanding the fourth.

He popped off the wine's cork and poured the content into my glass, filling it up in a huff and sitting back on his seat to watch me drink my ass to stupor.

For crying out loud, why did the mood goddess set me aside to punish me? When did I become such a laughing stock that even a wretched low-life was picked as my mate, not by anyone around, but by the moon goddess?

I pulled the glass to my lips and poured everything down my throat. Some of them spilled on my chest and stained my white linen shirt. But that was the least I cared for.

I dropped the glass on the table and William filled it once more. I grabbed it and pulled it to my lips, guzzled everything, and slammed the glass on the floor.

It shattered the same way my heart shattered when I heard a scream from the last line of the gathering in a white fur square. At first, I thought it was maybe, a fine noble who came late to the event but happened to be chosen for me by the moon goddess, but to my greatest shock, when the crowd paved off, it turned out to be an omega in rags.

Even her scent proved the whole thing. It was strong and disgusting. My late Luna's scent was never that poor. I couldn't even protest at first because it felt like a dream. It wasn't until Rasputin confirmed it that I knew I had been messed up.

I looked William in the face. He wasn't happy with what happened, and he wasn't glad either with what I was doing to myself at the moment, but he wasn't ready to restrain me and get punished for being nice.

"Why me?" I asked with rage. "I lost my beloved Luna just last year, and the goddess pounced once more on me with another surprise. That disgusting thing looked uglier and more hopeless than the death that kissed my beloved Luna."

William said nothing. He was waiting for me to ask him to pass him the bottle. He was ready to do that at my request. But that was not the thing I needed at the moment. I wanted nothing now but to talk with him. I wanted to pour out my rage on Alfred and Rogan for summoning the balls to challenge me.

Alfred, the frost, I remember housing that son of a scoundrel when his father's lieutenant nearly bit off his head in what could have been a bloody Coup D'état.

I saved his ass. Housed him when the armies of his father's lieutenant were seeking his life. Fed him and his warriors and offered prayers to the moon goddess to grant him victory in his crash with his father's lieutenant who wanted him dead under what he claimed was his father's last request.

He smote his father's lieutenant at last and became alpha of the White Lake pack, and what he did today was how he paid me back. Removing his gloves to fight me over a wretched thing I rejected!

What about Rogan?

I marched with him against his uncle. I trampled upon the skulls of his uncle's allies, and I stood by him the day he was sworn in as the alpha of the Oakwood pack.

And what he did last night was how he paid me back.

I clenched my fist and punched the table, breaking it in two. William backed off a little and headed for the window side. That was a little too safe for me. He understood my rage more than anyone on earth would do. He was wary of it.

I rose from my seat and made for the bed. he watched me do that. I felt his eyes on me. He didn't take it off till I dropped myself on the bed and took a deep breath.

"So," he started like he knew it was the right time to speak to me. "What now do you wish to do? You rejected your supposed mate, and you don't want others to take her. What do you wish to do with her?"

I couldn't provide an answer to his query. I should have allowed Rogan and Alfred to bargain over her and maybe, one of them would have her at the end of the day.

But a part of me felt I shouldn't let them have her, though I despised the fact that she was nothing but a common omega. A low-life piece of shit.

Even her skin was not well-washed, and her hair had a bad color. Her clothes were those of the omegas in the lowest chamber of the palace. Those who wash and clean. The ones who clean even the sewage.

I couldn't bear the shame. How could I have told my nobles and friends that my Luna used to be a sewage cleaner? How could I have told them that she did the cleaning and washing of dirty fabrics? How could I have told them that even though she was that wretched, I felt my piece leave my chest the moment Rogan asked to have her?

No! I can't let that happen. I'd rather keep her in the lower chamber than let them have her.

"Alfred nearly fought you last night, but I know it wasn't because of her that he nearly took that risk. He did it because you mocked the moon goddess. And trust me, you have to appease the goddess today or you will bring trouble upon us." he found the wine cork uand sed it to seal the bottle.

"And as for Rogan, I think he likes the omega you rejected. And you, Alpha Colten, I dare you to look me in the eyes and tell me you don't like that omega."

I sat up and watched him return the bottle to the cellar.

"I understand, your blind decision was taken out of shame. You hate to have her as your mate, but the bond grew stronger as you did your best to reject her."

His words enraged me. William; that fella is straight to the bones. One thing he hated doing was mincing words. That's the only big bad thing about him.

"I think I should have a moment of rest. And, you are suspended from your duty as my beta. Keep off from me for at least, a week." I ordered.

I looked at the mess I made on the floor and swallowed. "Okay."

To be continued!