Chasing After My Father's Omega

In one of the bustling cities of the Netherlands, the city of Amsterdam, I desperately seek to find my woman.

I've been searching for her for months and today I finally got a tip that she's here in De Pijp.

A lively district filled with so many stores of which I expect to find her in one.

"It's the great Alpha, what is he doing here?"

I hear people whisper as I walk into various stores in search of that one person, the one that stole my heart, the woman that has been destined for me by the goddess.

I'm too busy going from store to store to mind my status, I don't care what my people see me as, a desperate man searching for another man's wife, a cheater, a foolish ruler, I don't care, all I care about is getting my mate back, that is all I wish for, to inhale that floral scent of Jasmine.

To hold her in my arms and plead for her forgiveness.

I was wrong, I should have never thrown those bad words at her, I should have stopped her from defecting the pack.

I was pathetic but now I won't let the chance slip past me, I will bring her home with me and make her my Luna.

I'm breathing hard, I haven't taken a stop in my search and the sun is starting to go down, I'm slowly beginning to lose hope of finding her.

It's like the goddess is keeping her away from me.

"Sir, would you like me to put her up as missing all over the district?" Cassius, my Beta asks, his tone laced with concern.

I exhale with resignation as I turn to Cassius who has been searching all over the district with me, his face is flushed, clearly exhausted from the endless walk and runs.

I didn't have to think on his suggestions to give him an answer. I know my omega;

I know the woman I fell in love with. She won't be comfortable if she finds her face on the billboard, she would hate me more if she finds out I'm paying people to search for her.

"There's no need for that" I say, my gaze shifting to admire the clouds as my thoughts drift away.

Even though deep down I want to lean towards his suggestion, I can't afford to get her to hate me more than she does already.

If I have to win her back, then I just need to be patient and wait for her.

If the goddess wants us to reunite, she will bring my mate back to me.

"Sir?" I hear Cassius call, causing my gaze to shift back to him.

"It seems we have found her," Cassius informs.

A rush of emotions floods through me, hope, guilt, excitement, and relief all tangled together in the pit of my stomach.

My heart begins to pound against my chest as I trace Cassius' gaze to one of the stores we are yet to search.

And there she is, her long ginger-colored hair packed up in a messy bun, her pale skin still glowing softly in the light of the setting sun.

A smile creeps to my face without me knowing, my gaze is fixed on the glass café, where she's standing, dressed in a server uniform, attending to a customer seated.

My steps are slow as I approach the café.

The world fades into the background as all I can see is my mate, the woman I've been in search of for months.

My fingers wrap around the glass door handle to the café, as I open it slowly, my nostrils taking the intoxicating fragrance of Jasmine leaves, spinning my senses and pulling me in, closer and closer to her.

My heart racing faster with every step, nostalgia hitting me hard as I recall our past moments together before it all came crashing down, before we both lost it all, before we sacrificed our happiness for others.

"Alpha Arthur, It's truly him" I heard some whisper from behind.

One step and another and then I halt, my brows furrowing as I watch the sight in front of me unfold.

The customer being attended to by my mate has his hands on her. His filthy hands are running up her back thighs, and although my mate is clearly in discomfort, the bastard is too much of an asshole to notice.

Rage begins to build within me, intense and consuming me as a whole, my chest begins to tighten as heat rises throughout my body.

I can feel my sense of control suddenly slipping out of my grasp as my gaze is fixed on the filthy hands.

Rationality fades as I approach them, my purpose of coming here long forgotten as the urge to crush those filthy hands and dismember his body clouds my mind.

Without thinking, I reach out for his hand pulling it away from my mate and twisting it so hard that he cries out.

"How dare you lay your hand on what's mine?"

I growl, glaring at the man crying out in pain below me.

Slowly he falls to his knees in pain but his hand is still at my mercy as I feel his bone crush in my grip.

"Alpha, I didn't, n-no, no, I'm" He stammers and I crush his wrist harder, twisting his hand further, my whole body consumed by rage as I fail to notice the terrified gaze from my side and also the gasp from people behind me.

"I will make sure you will never be able to use these hands again" I snarl at him, furious that he's still able to utter a word.

"I-I'm sorry Alpha, I- I didn't know she-"

His voice adds to the fury simmering within me, and before I can process it, my arm is already swinging to strike a blow to his face.

But a loud, clear, and urgent voice suddenly cuts through, demanding my attention and stopping me in my tracks.

"Arthur!" She screams

My eyes widen in realization as my senses return.

I quickly turn to meet the ocean blue eyes, the pair that I love the most, the owner who has engraved herself to my heart.

However, my heart drops at the expression that paints her face.

Without words from her, I can tell she's disappointed with me, she never liked me being aggressive and here I am.

"Ashly" I mutter, trying to reach out to her seeing tears slip down her rosy cheeks as she takes a step back, creating a distance between us. Her head shaking in disbelief mixed with disappointment.

"Don't" She lifts a finger, clearly warning me. My hands drop to my side as I witness the pain in her eyes, an unwelcoming wave washing over me bringing with a heavy sinking sensation.

"Ashly" I whisper her name, hoping she listens to me.

But she doesn't give me a chance to speak.

"Why are you doing this Arthur? Can't you just let me go?" she cries bitterly.

"Please just hear me out" I plead, reaching out to hold her but she takes another step back hurting me more.

"Arthur don't do this, please let's not make this harder than it already is."

The pain is evident in her tone, but I can tell for sure she doesn't mean those words, I'm certain a part of her still wants me.

I try to close the gap between us again but this time she unpins the tag on her T-shirt and trashes it on the table before rushing out of the glass doors.

I feel my heart sink deeper, déjà vu hitting me hard as I watch her run out of the glass door.

This is the third time she's running away from me, and the last time, I let her go.

But not this time, I won't lose her again. I don't care if the goddess says otherwise, I will get my omega back.

I will get my Ashly to love me again.

The documents that I am well aware of lie on the termite-eaten wood table.

Though I'm just eighteen, still in my teen years, though I didn't get to attend high school, and though I am tagged as a dumb and useless omega by my parents, I can guess the contents of the letter signed by the adults.

I am being sold.

I had a bad feeling the moment my father sent me to my room on the visit of that old man.

The excitement from my parents was unusual, and I found it strange that they had bought me an expensive dress to wear.

I have never been gifted such a beautiful dress by my parents. We are poor and it's impossible to afford such luxury.

The visit of this old man isn't ordinary and there's only one reason for a prestigious Alpha like him to be here.

He is the famous Alpha ruler of our great Lotus pack–Alpha Stewart Robertson.

The air seems to thicken, my chest tightening as I await to be called upon, brought forth, and presented as an item to be traded for money.

My stomach churns with nervousness as I watch the old man roam his eyes around, I'm scared he will catch me staring but I'm rooted to the spot, my whole body feels heavy as I can barely move.

I watch Alpha Stewart stand to his feet beckoning to me with his hands to come to me. My parents too are now on their feet staring at me and urging me to go to him.

"Ashly dear, your husband is here to get you" Mother says, her voice grating my ears like nails on a chalkboard.

The word husband echoes in my ears.

Though I had guessed this, I had known what this old man was here for.

News has been flying around that he's in search of a new wife, so it's expected for him to be all around the pack, but his presence here to get the wife he needs is a hard pill to swallow.

I oblige, stepping out of my room with my head ducked as I try to calm my racing heart by counting my steps.

This is not what I want. I don't want to be married to someone I don't love. But my Beta father and omega mother will not give me a listening ear.

They both find me useless and my mother will always preach to me about omegas like she and I will never have a choice in this world.

We are to follow the commands of the superior, which are the Betas, Alphas and dominant Alphas.

With those preaches engraved in my head, I can't bring myself to refuse this marriage, I can't bring myself to voice out my thoughts and disapproval on this.

"She's a pretty one" The deep and gravelly voice that certainly belongs to our fifty-year old pack ruler remarks.

I don't feel complimented instead I feel disgusted by myself, I feel betrayed, I feel belittled. Alphas are never betrothed, Alphas are always given choices, Alphas cannot be easily intimidated.

But here I am suffering because of my nature. Not only is my mouth sealed by nature, but also my emotions which are invalid in this society.

"I appreciate your compliment" I lower my head to a bow, an excuse to not meet Alpha Stewart's gaze.

"A sweet omega, I must say, you both have done a great job raising her" Alpha Stewart states as my parents laughs out, appreciating his remarks.

They are both oblivious to my feelings, not caring if I want this or not.

"You don't have to be too formal with me, love" The old man says.

"We will be getting married tomorrow and you will be returning to the royal pack house with me.

Soon you will be known as one of the Robertson's, the Luna of Lotus pack" He continues.

My gaze is still fixed to the wooden floors not daring to look at the Alpha ruler while he speaks.

"You can take her now Alpha" Father says with a cheeky laughter, flinging his hands in the process as he gestures for him to leave with me.

Hearing my biological father say those words makes my heart break further, betrayal hitting hard than ever.

Father and mother have hurt me so much since I was little, they never treated me like their biological child.

But I love them, I love them despite all they've put me through and I won't like to fail them which is another reason as to why I have my hands on his as he leads me out of the house I stayed in for eighteen years, the house I was born in and the house I grew up in.

This is not the first time I'm making sacrifices for them, I had once given all my part time pay to my father for his gambling game, I had sacrificed continuing my education and giving all my savings to my mum to pay her hospital bills but instead of getting a hug from my mother, I got beaten up for not paying her hospital bills earlier.

Now I'm giving up on my whole life for them, so they can live a wealthy and comfortable life, while I live mine in never-ending pain and sorrow.

***

Just like I expected, the royal pack is massive with sophisticated decorations. I can't help but admire the exquisite art pieces as I stroll down the hallway, almost forgetting the presence of Alpha Stewart by my side.

"You seem to love them" Alpha Stewarts states, his voice pulling me back to my harsh reality.

"Y-yes sir" I stammer, still unable to meet his gaze.

"You will be living here with me, and so this will become an eyesore soon" He says, though I think he's wrong I don't say a word about my disapproval with his words.

"That's by the way. Today is going to be a busy day" Alpha Stewart states as he wraps his arm around my waist.

"You will be working with the maids in preparation for our wedding tomorrow. And this is the head maid, Isabella" He points at an elderly lady standing before us in a maid outfit.

"She will teach you all you need to know, my likes and dislikes, that way you can please me better" Alpha Stewart says, even without looking at him, I can guess there's a smile on his face.

"I'll hand you over to her, I've got some unfinished business, but first I need you to look at me Ashly" Alpha Stewart demands and my heart drops.

I can't, but I don't have a choice, I have to obey. That is how I was trained, to always oblige to the Alphas, to always respect them even though you are not respected. And so I oblige as I meet with his dark shade sleepy eyes.

His lips stretch into a smile as he strokes my hair and leaves a peck on my cheek causing my eyes to widen in shock and my skin to crawl with uneasiness.

"Such a whore."

Those three words stuns me more than the peck Alpha Stewart had left on my cheek before he left. I lift my gaze to meet with the head maid.

Her arms are across her breast as she stares me down with disgust. I'm unable to keep my head up on hearing such insults.

"I heard you are an omega" The head maid laughs, followed by the rest of the maids behind me.

The laughter begins as a ripple, gentle at first but quickly swelled into a wave of mocking mirth. My heart pounds against my chest, I begin to peel my thumb cuticle, trying to focus on the pain instead of the humiliation.

"You must have used your heat to capture the Alpha." One of the maids from behind me accuses and I shrink in embarrassment, peeling my flesh harder, blood dripping from my thumb.

But it's not enough, it can't be enough when the pain in me is heightening every second, when I know the people that are going to be living under the same roof with me sees me as a whore and a disgusting omega.

They hate me, they clearly do. This is not the first time I'm getting bullied, I was bullied throughout my elementary school and I know how it starts. This. This is how it all starts.

It happens so fast, the head maid reaching out to me abruptly, her hand closing around my cheek with a firm and unyielding grip. Her fingers dig into the skin of both sides of my cheek as she squeezes it, the pressure so intense, I feel my teeth crushing.

My stomach churns with anxiety as I shut my eyes tightly, unable to meet the frightening gaze of the head maid.

I try to beg them to let me go, but words are unable to make their way past my lips.

"As expected from an omega, you are weak and should be sent out of this world"

The head maid growls and I begin to choke, my head spinning as I reach out to hold her hands to plead with her.

However, a deep voice resounds throughout the hallway, causing the laughter to cease and the rough hands squeezing my cheek to pull away.

"What are you all standing here for?" The deep voice almost yells.

"Alpha Arthur"

I hear one of the maids' mumble before I fall to my knees, unable to stand anymore.

My vision blurs as I try to catch a breath.

I clutch my chest, trying to steady my breath but it doesn't work.

The scolding from behind me begins to fade as I feel consciousness slipping away, but I try to hold on. I try to stay awake to not fall on my sides.

"Hey, are you- "

The aromatic scent of patchouli mixed with citrus washes over me like a powerful wave.

My eyes splutter open as I meet an unfamiliar pair of green eyes.

My lungs suddenly opened up to take in more of the intoxicating fragrance.

We both stay still for a while, just staring at each other.

The world fades as the male kneeling in front of me seems to be the only one to exist.

My heart flutters at the proximity between us.

He's alluring, so charming, words are not enough to describe his enigmatic and attractive look.

And there's his scent-

His scent.

Why do I find his scent irresistible and comforting?

My brows furrow and same with him.

The question doesn't linger for long as he announces.

"Mate, you are my mate," he says under his breath.

However, I'm unable to dwell on his last words as I slip into unconsciousness, darkness taking over.

My feet tap anxiously on the tiled floor of the wardroom as I stare at the limp beautiful figure-My mate.

Her long ginger-colored hair cascaded over the pillow like a waterfall as she lay on the bed like an angel, her floral scent of Jasmine permeating the room.

I don't need words to inform me that she's an omega, the intoxicating scent that makes my heart flutter, the scent that makes me want to claim her immediately, an Alpha scent could never be this soft yet intoxicating, which makes me more certain that she's an omega.

My omega.

I have been seated here for over thirty minutes, waiting for her to awaken, waiting to ask her the questions that flooded my mind immediately I met with her ocean-blue eyes.

The doctor explained that she fell into an unconscious state due to exhaustion and that she would be up anytime soon yet she's still in the same unconscious state.

My thoughts spiral, darting from one worry to the other. She didn't look good before she passed out, it didn't seem like a normal pass out from exhaustion.

I feel a weight pull me down, could it be due to the discovery of us being mates, does she hate the fact that I am her mate, did I trigger something, did I scare her?

I pace around the room, anxiety eating me up. However, the bed creaks followed by a tiny voice that winces.

I'm instantly alert as I turn to meet my mate who is trying to sit up. My body is faster than my brain as I rush to her side to support her.

"Can you not tell anyone?"

Her sweet, soft voice stabs my heart with the words she spits immediately after she's seated up.

I almost freeze on the spot on hearing those words but I can't hesitate.

I need to ask why, why did she look so terrified before she passed out and why does she want to keep our destined bond a secret?

I chuckle, disappointed and embarrassed at the same time.

"And why would I do that?" I ask, my voice low as I search her eyes for answers but she keeps her head bowed, her gaze fixed on the mattress, deliberately avoiding mine.

Her silence is edging heightening my frustration.

She has to give me a reasonable answer and even if she does, I'm not letting her go, I'm not rejecting her and neither am I going to let her reject me.

I fell for her the minute I set my eyes on those ocean-blue pairs. My heart began to flutter from that moment, a feeling I have never felt with others, and now she wants to hide our bond.

I can tell where this is going, I'm not dumb to understand what she's trying to do, she wants to reject me from being her mate.

Not only is my pride going to be crushed but also my dreams of settling down with my mate.

"I-it's complicated, but let's both forget about this."

She stammers, her tone reflecting the sorrows within her.

My brows furrow as I watch her stand to her feet and bow to me.

"Thanks for bringing me here, I'll take my leave now," She says, immediately turning away from me.

I waste no time grabbing her arm, stopping her from walking away from me.

"We know nothing about each other yet, and you are already rejecting me?"

I ask in disbelief, unable to hide my emotions from my tone.

"I'm sorry-" She begins but her words are interrupted as the door bursts open revealing an anxious Alpha Stewart-My father.

It's seems he had run down here given the way he's breathing hard and struggling to compose his words.

I nearly speak up to tell him I'm fine, thinking he had come for me and is concerned about my presence in the pack's hospital but my gaze snaps away from him as she tears her arm away from me so fast.

"Ashly love, are you okay?"

Then it all comes crashing down. My brain is almost going numb, unable to reason the situation surrounding me.

I had returned to the pack to attend my father's wedding ceremony.

I wasn't excited about it, however it wasn't a bother to me.

Both he and my mother were never compatible, of which I realized when they chose to get divorced.

They both never liked each other from the start, it was an arranged marriage, and they were both fed up, mother had returned to her pack and I had followed her by choice but then my relationship with my father was still the same, we would meet up once in a while and have conversations.

And so it makes sense to be invited to his wedding.

However, watching my father pulling Ashly into a hug, stroking her hair, and smiling at her triggered something in me.

I don't need words to tell me what's happening, I can already tell who his wife is already.

My fingers ball into a fist as the urge to growl at my father heightens.

I want to give him a punch for having his hands all over my mate, I want to take my mate out of his arms and warn him to stay away.

I feel like I'm being consumed by a rush of uncontrollable emotions.

"Thanks, son, I heard from the maids you saved my Ashly" Father says with a smile in his voice.

'I have to be rational' I try to tell myself, I just need to explain to him that his wife is my mate and this will all end.

But seeing his arm around her shoulder is stopping my brain from reasoning.

I shift my gaze to her and she seems shocked, her eyes wider, definitely shocked about the discovery of her soon to be husband being my father.

"Since you are here, I might as well introduce you to my soon to be wife Ashly" Father says with a smile and great goddess, I think I might commit an abomination.

My heart drops, pain shooting through the confines of my chest as I watch Ashly, my mate bend her head, avoiding my gaze.

"Ashly this my son, Arthur" Father continues and a laugh escapes my lips as I turn my head from side to side then back to my father who seems taken back by my sudden action, his brow furrowed as he watches me laugh out loud.

However, my expression goes rigid instantly as I turn to Ashly, her glassy eyes pleading with me.

So this is the reason, she's willing to sacrifice our destined bond, just to be Luna, just to hold a prestigious role.

Staring at her, I could never guess she could be such a person. She looks so pure, so innocent, that she can't hurt a fly and yet here she is begging me with her eyes to keep my mouth shut.

Too bad, I have no problem with being the one that ruins her plans. If I can't have her, no one will.

A smile creeps to my lips.

"I've found my mate father" I proclaim, gaining gasps from the maids behind father and also father himself.

My smile widens on seeing the dread in Ashly's eyes, she looks like she's about to go on her knees to beg me.

"That's good son, so who's the lucky one?" Father asks, his excitement laced in his tone.

I turn to Ashly, welcoming the nerving silence as I keep everyone waiting.

If I have to lose my mate, I have to do it right.