The Alpha's Omega Mistress

Kira

In the omega camp, everyone's worst nightmare was to become the subject of gossip among older females. Our mamas were brutal and their words stung more than a poisonous bee.

"Mind your business, don't gather attention to yourself or speak out of turn," my mom would always say.

Unfortunately, on the night of my eighteenth birthday, things took a wrong turn for me when an ugly rumor started making its rounds within the pack.

Stuck in the most godforsaken place on earth, with the constant buzzing of mosquitoes and bugs in the leaking tent shared with my mum, I longed for a different life.

My life felt boring and useless. I washed and fed the gamma's dogs at the vet's clinic, where the high-protein food made of real chicken, sweet potatoes, peas, and blueberries for the dogs were a hundred times more nutritious than my measly meals. Sometimes I longed to eat their food but feared punishment.

Despite the warning voice ringing in my head, I couldn't refuse when my friends suggested sneaking into the main pack to attend Alpha D'angelo's coronation party.

My best friend Amari tossed me an orange spaghetti-strapped mini dress, and as it fell heavily on my head, I wondered where she got it from.

Most likely the garbage bin.

"This dress was made for you. I want you to flaunt your curves to the world, Kira."

Amari wasn't wrong about my curves; slim but blessed with curves bigger than a mountain road. My mom said my beauty was compensation from the moon goddess for making me an omega.

Thanks to my omega blood, we were separated from the rest of the pack. So Amari's plan to make me go out in public like a whore was asking for trouble.

As if reading my thoughts, she popped her banana bubblegum.

"Live a little, Kira. This is our chance to sneak into the pack and have some fun. Your boyfriend is coming with us."

I groaned, "I've been avoiding Zion for hours now. He wants us to make love now that I'm eighteen, but I'm not ready. As for the party, my mum will kill me for stepping foot into the main pack. The folks there are ruthless."

"Oh please," Amari dismissed my claim. "Our moms spew lies to scare us. You deserve at least a night of fun!"

"Stop trying to bribe me, Amari." I tugged on my sleeve, "Who else is going?"

"Everyone plans to sneak out. We're meeting under the oak tree at ten pm after our mums start snoring like a herd of wild animals."

Sighing, I reluctantly nodded because she would never give up until I agreed. Our friendship began as young, helpless two-year-olds, bonding over our dislike for soggy potatoes, a main meal among omegas.

Tired of humiliation and with their masculinity in tatters, her dad, mine, and a handful of omega men abandoned their families. Now, Amari and I were practically sisters, doing everything together.

Later that night, I lay beside my mom on my thin mattress, waiting for her to sleep. Her soft snores was a cue to leave. I pushed back my sheets, slipped out of bed, and crept across the tent. Moonlight streamed in through the leaking roof. Soon, the rains would arrive and soak us to the skin.

I tiptoed towards the small opening in the back of the tent that led to a balcony overlooking the camp.

About ten omegas my age gathered under the oak tree. Zion's burning eyes held mine, shining with raw lust

as he pulled me closer, ogling at my outfit.

He licked his lips like a cat lapping milk and I looked away. Zion was a tall and lanky eighteen-year-old, strong-willed and stubborn, so his recent pressure to sleep with me bothered me.

His palms cupped my buttcheeks and I took a deep breath to steady my racing nerves.

"Tonight, we're going to make sweet love," he grinned, revealing his buck tooth that stood out from the rest of his teeth. It had a slight discoloration, like a tiny coffee stain on a white shirt.

"I'd hoped the moon goddess would pair us before we consummate our bond."

"I can't wait, Kira. Feel my cock, it's throbbing for you. If we don't do it tonight, I might die."

Swallowing my fear, I looked away. Zion was good to me. He gave me food, and affection, and also protected me during heat when other omegas tried to pounce on me. I liked him and had no plans to reject him if the moon goddess paired us.

But now, his demands for our lovemaking were choking me. I couldn't lose my virginity until I was sure he was my mate.

"I know, but..."

"But nothing!" His fingers gripped my hips tightly, making me wince.

"We need to take things slow, Zion. Please."

He became irritated and turned away without another word.

Thank the goddess.

Eager for adventure, a boy led us into the night. My fear crept in and I clung to Amari.

"I said I wanted excitement, not outright destruction."

"Hush," she laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement."This is fun."

We tiptoed past the border gates. Surprisingly, no guards stopped us because they were busy controlling traffic.

Inside the Blood Moon pack was a work of seamless art; graystone houses with perfect architecture, multi-story buildings, gated estates, plazas, good roads with adequate lights and clear markings, and every recreational space imaginable.

The entire pack and even neighboring pack members were heading to Alpha D'Angelo's pack house for his coronation.

The Alpha's estate was impressive. My mouth gaped open at the sight and Amari leaned closer to me, mirroring the same expression.

A very tall, striking gate was left open and several flashy cars drove past the asphalt driveway. We rushed in, running past the walkway lined with beautiful trees, flowers, and shrubs.

The mansion's floor-to-ceiling was made of glass and lit with chandeliers hanging in the corners. A huge circular staircase led up to the second floor, where I assumed the Alpha's private quarters.

The party was loud, filled with laughter and fireworks lighting up the night sky and the aroma of well-seasoned barbecue made my stomach rumble.

"Long live Alpha D'Angelo! Long live the Alpha!" The partygoers shouted, raising their drinks in unison as if they were in a military salute.

"More like long live the imbecile," Zion muttered.

As much as I hated getting judgmental, the Alpha's recently buried dad whose soul I prayed was rotting in hell, never cared about our welfare.

For centuries, we were banished from the rest of the pack. They got to enjoy all the luxury while we worked on their farmlands and fed on scraps like beggars.

We walked past a fountain jet carved into a fierce wolf head with water flowing from its gaping mouth and then past the red carpet.

Despite my discomfort, I felt myself relax and smile. Males and females were dressed to perfection and walked around, enjoying the live band and fine wines.

"We should be able to slip into the kitchen unnoticed," Amari said. "All I want is lots of gooood food!"

She dragged my hand and others followed. We rushed into the kitchen whose countertop was loaded with bowls of chips, fruit salads, assorted cookies, sodas, and an abundance of meat. Zion handed me a champagne flute while I was hoarding some roasted turkey laps.

Muttering thanks, I gulped down the liquid and chewed my meat hurriedly. The bubbles tickled and danced on the roof of my throat, causing me to laugh.

"Careful there. You're going to get drunk," Zion warned with a playful tone but didn't attempt to stop me.

I doused a whole bottle of champagne. That was probably why I couldn't make out what the hell anyone was saying, nor did I realize that Zion had taken me to the terrace.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, Kira," he whispered against my neck, while my vision blurred at the breathtaking view of the landscape.

"No... "

"Yes, baby. When I'm done with you, you'll be gushing like that fountain downstairs. I'll be gentle, I promise."

Zion's tongue traced my collarbone, and then he licked along my jawline. The shock of what he was about to do hit me full force when he kissed down to the edge of my lips.

"Z... Zion... please don't."

My heart thumped wildly as the world spun around me. I clutched onto his shoulder and helplessly watched him lift my dress and strip off my panties. He took my hand in his, guiding it down toward his pants... and then, without warning, pushed me aside and fled.

I looked up, disoriented when footsteps approached me. A breathtakingly handsome man with the body of a Greek god approached me, with his eyes cold with disapproval.

Shit! I was naked.

"What the hell are you doing?" His voice rippled like a murmur. My body trembled when suddenly, a sweet blend of musk, chocolate, coconuts, and strawberries filled the air, and my wolf stirred with excitement.

The male turned sharply, and I almost fell in shock. His face mirrored mine and my gaze widened in realization.

I recognized Alpha D'Angelo from the posters I've seen and my wolf stirred to life, almost jumping out with excitement.

Was the powerful Alpha my mate?

Kira

Shocked was an understatement to how I felt; I was mortified beyond words, and my vision tunneled.

Dizziness hit me hard that I couldn't control myself. It made the world around me spin like a merry-go-round!

Alpha D'Angelo's gaze searched my face with newfound interest. He had this captivating scent that made my knees buckle and my blood sang Kumbaya.

The silence caused every nerve ending in my body to twitch. I swallowed hard, hoping my mouth wouldn't open of its own accord, but it refused to obey me.

"Who are you and why are you half-naked on my terrace?"

Even his voice sent shivers down my spine in all the right places. A mad giggle escaped my lips, surprising him.

"What is funny?" His gaze hardened ruthlessly, tilting his fine, arched brow.

Everything about the Alpha screamed perfection, and I had a burning desire, an aching need, to kiss him.

My stupid wolf begged me, but my brain knew that it was a death wish to nurse.

Despite the mating bond, he wasn't mine, no matter how much I wished otherwise. At close range, my eyes landed on his chiseled abs and broad shoulders under his platinum-white shirt.

My fingers ached to touch every inch of him, from the curve of his hip to the hard planes of his chest, but how dare I?

"Have you lost your tongue? What the hell are you doing here?"

I slurred, "Terrace... Stars... Pretty...birthday."

He moved so close that I could feel his breath on my skin. His hazel eyes widened in pure shock, like he had just seen a ghost.

I could see every detail of his eyeballs. The color was a blend of rich amber and deep green, with flecks of gold that seemed to dance in the light.

"Hold on. Are you an omega?"

"Omega," I repeated, feeling the bond between us. Stronger and more potent than anything I had ever experienced in my life.

My wolf called for him, but unfortunately, he didn't return the feeling.Instead, he stretched himself up, standing tall and proud, his fingers raking his dark hair.

Several emotions played on his face. At first, he was confused, then his gaze explored my body, just the same way Zion gawked at me earlier, although the Alpha's was more intense.

Then his mood evaporated sharply to raw fury, with curses falling from his mouth and a hostile glare directed at me.

My knees turned to jelly. I stumbled backward and almost fell off the edge of the terrace. My wolf whined in protest, but I ignored her and tried to keep my balance on my trembling legs.

Alpha D'Angelo took a step toward me, and then another. He approached slowly, cautiously, as if I were a wild animal. His eyes never left me and I backed away until my back hit the glass wall behind me. I gasped, trying to breathe, but the air wouldn't come.

I was terrified, thinking about what the alpha could do. It tore at my insides, making my stomach clenched tight. I had never felt this level of panic before. I also realized the danger of this bond; if the alpha was my mate, he was going to reject me.

I stumbled backward as if trying to disappear into the wall. The silence lengthened, making me very uncomfortable. His eyes were a volcano on the verge of erupting.

"Sorry... Sorry... I'll go, I swear. I'll never ever...everrr come back here," I stuttered.

"Were you invited to this party?" His steely tone had bitterness spilling over the edges.

"I... No... Please don't tell my m-m-mum," I burst into fresh tears. "She'll kill me."

"Does your mum know you planned to fuck your ugly boyfriend on my terrace? I bet she doesn't."

I shook my head and my breath caught in my throat as his warm hand rested on my shoulder. My instincts begged me to run for my life and I swerved to the edge of the terrace.

"Stop moving backward. You're going to fall," the alpha said, this time in a non-threatening gesture.

But I couldn't believe him. I couldn't trust him. Just one command to his guards and my head would be on a silver platter.

"Don't move," he warned again, his gaze running over my exposed boobs. I winced, trying to bring down what remained of my dress, but my hands were trembling.

"What are you doing? No!"

My left foot slipped and before I knew it, I was floating in the skies, followed by my head colliding against something solid.

The pain shot through my entire skull like lightning. It hurt so much that I cried out in agony. I cringed when the sound of glass shattering echoed against my ear.

"Ow, ow, ouch," I whimpered. My ears picked up muffled screaming and before I went into utter blackness, I caught a whiff of my mating bond with D'angelo and his strong arms cradling me.

_______

Slowly opening my eyes, my vision was blurry as I took in my environment: sterile white walls, a strong smell of antiseptic, and the beep beep of the heart monitor.

Panic gripped my heart. I was in the hospital, but what was I doing here? I tried to fill in the gaps in my memory, but nothing was working.

"Kira!" my mom rushed to my bedside, gently grasping my hand with tears streaming down her face. "Darling, you're awake. I was so worried about you."

I found her reaction vaguely disturbing and hesitated, blinking. If my mom was crying, then it meant something serious had happened. But I couldn't remember anything.

My hand reached up to touch my bandaged head, and I wondered what kind of accident or incident could have caused the injury and landed me in the hospital. Then, memories began racing in.

"Holy shit," I whispered, my voice raw, as I remembered the terrace, the champagne, Alpha D'angelo, and the fall. My heart squeezed in anguish.

"You slipped past the Alpha's terrace and sustained a concussion, a cut on your head, and a dislocation. Thankfully, the injuries aren't threatening. The doctor stitched the cut on your head and has been monitoring you closely. "

She looked disappointed in me, and a heaviness settled in my chest like an old wound.

"Mom, I'm so sorry," a hot tear slid down my cheek when I saw a flash of wild grief in my mom's eyes.

"Hush, don't cry," she pleaded with me, but I could see the anger bubbling beneath the surface. "But Kira, how could you be so careless? Why did you sneak out of the camp to attend the Alpha's party? And as if that was enough, you were on his terrace with your nakedness on display? You've put us in so much trouble."

"I'm sorry, Mom," I trembled. "I...I didn't mean to cause any trouble. I didn't think it would end like this. My friends just wanted me to have fun on my birthday."

"Fun? You call this fun?" Her voice rose a few notches higher and she swallowed, controlling her temper. "Let me tell you what's fun. The omega council had an emergency meeting, and they are considering banishing us from the pack. They claim you've brought disgrace upon the omegas."

"Banishment," I cried in despair. "But... But I didn't steal or kill anyone. Why would they banish me?"

"It's the consequences of your actions," my mom said with a choked voice. "Everything is at stake now, including our space in the omega camp."

Grief consumed me and my mum apologized for upsetting me and tried to calm me down."Stop crying. You're going to have a concussion if you don't stop."

"This is all my fault," I sobbed, feeling overwhelmed with guilt. She gently helped me sit up in the hospital bed, and I winced in pain, adjusting myself.

"I'll get you some water to drink," she said and stepped out of the room.

I was settling into a more comfortable position when the door opened, and Amari and Zion rushed in.

"Oh my God, Kira. Are you okay?" Amari's eyes welled with tears and she rushed to my bedside.

I managed a smile. Zion, who was guilt-ridden, approached me cautiously.

"Kira, I'm so sorry. I was so stupid to have left you alone that night. I don't know what came over me."

"You're damn right," I snapped. "You took me to that terrace knowing I was drunk. If it wasn't for you, the alpha wouldn't have seen me."

His shoulders slumped. "I know, Kira. I messed up, but please forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive. Get out," I said firmly.

My mom walked in holding a bottle of water and sensed the commotion. "What is going on?"

"Nothing," we said in unison, trying to hide the tension in the room.

She didn't believe me and stared at me suspiciously, placing the water down on the table and folding her arms across her chest.

"Listen, I'm too stressed to hear any more secrets. If there's any other thing you have to tell me, do that now because everyone is mad at you. The only person who can ever help you out of this mess is me."

D'Angelo

My body froze like a marble statue the moment I laid eyes on my mate. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sure I wasn't lost in some dreamland.

A painful thought kept repeating in my head: What did I do to deserve this humiliation from the moon goddess? What gave her the idea to intentionally ruin my life?

Knowing that rejecting our mate was a bad idea, my wolf was furious with me.

"She's our only chance to find true happiness!" It screamed at me.

Despite being an omega, my mate was a slim, delicate beauty, with almost transparent crystal-blue eyes and curvy enough to get even an impotent man to come in a rush of fertile cream.

That was unimportant. The moon goddess was completely unapologetic about the pain she was causing for me. She must be insane to have paired up a filthy omega with an Alpha and assistant tribe leader of more than two hundred werewolf packs.

"I don't care. She's perfect, and I want her!" My wolf screamed in my ears when I lifted my mate's bloody body and rushed her to the pack clinic.

With a pounding heart, I shook my head, trying to ignore the nagging voice of my wolf. I've never heard of Alphas marking Omegas before. It was almost too painful to consider the consequences of such an act.

Still, I couldn't deny that there was something about the girl that unlocked my heart and soul in a way that I never thought possible.

We were having a great time five hours ago, having just finished my father D'Angelo Lavigne VI's successful transfer of the Alpha title to me.

The entire pack came together, dressed in their finest attire, to witness and celebrate with me.

"All hail the Alpha!" My beta, Leo's voice filled the air. Leo stood nearly seven feet tall, his body built for hunting, fighting, and killing.

Joyful cheers and shouts filled the air among my people. For the first time in months, I felt delighted, content, and proud. Ladies in vibrant bracelets and beads performed a circle dance. They swayed to the beat of the local drums and flute, their beads jingling on their hips.

Zina, my first love before the moon goddess paired her with my gamma, poured a bottle of expensive perfumed oil on my feet, and wiped them with a clean cloth.

Kids led by my beta's four-year-old son rushed towards me, handing me a variety of gifts in woven baskets. The sincerity of these little gifts made them precious.

"Long live Alpha D'Angelo!" They chanted.

I went to the party, showing off my wealth to everyone I knew, until that horrible second I saw my partner on the terrace, and she turned my life around.

***

My concern for my mate overshadowed everything else. After giving her a gentle lift, I quickly got her into the car and drove as quickly as I could to the hospital, where I hoped the medical staff would be able to save her life.

"Please do everything you can to save her," I instructed the pack doctor.

The nurses whisked her away, and I watched helplessly as they tried to save her life. The pack doctor took great care to remove the tiny glass fragments from her skin and hair, carefully putting them into a tiny tray.

With a bruised face, the girl lay unconscious. My logical brain warned me to leave, not to become attached and overprotective of her, to reject her.

I was going to live a miserable life for the rest of my days due to a stupid law.

I rushed back to my coronation, not only because important people were in attendance but also because I needed to stay away from my omega mate.

Back in the pack house, I was so moody and spent my time drinking. Leo, my beta, watched me refill a golden liquid of scotch whiskey into my glass for the twentieth time.

"Are you trying to drown yourself?" He asked with concern, knowing that drinking wasn't one of my hobbies.

"What if I am?" I responded coldly. "It's none of your business."

Leo blinked, confused by my sudden mood swing. The whiskey burned its way down my throat and to my toes, filling my nostrils with its aroma.

I wanted my omega mate to be gone from my thoughts, but the more I drank, the more of her fucking face was stuck there. Those huge eyes, those perky tits, those damn curves.

"I found my mate," I said without thinking. Leo came running over to my side, gasping in shock.

"That's terrific news! Congratulations Alpha. Who is she?"

I scoffed. Congratulations indeed.

"The girl who fell off the terrace. And guess what?" I gave a sour hiss. "She's a fucking omega."

Leo's face went white as sheets. He remained silent, hanging his jaw open, not daring to utter a word. Then he gave me a disgusted look.

"That's not possible. We need to get rid of her."

My wolf nearly exploded out of me, wanting to strangle Leo until he died, but I chose not to respond. I focused my gaze on the golden liquid, taking a long, slow finish.

Leo went on, lighting a cigar and filling my nose with smoke. "Imagine what the council members would say, D'Angelo?"

"I have a question for you."

He took a long drag and let out another thick, creamy puff before saying, "Sure."

Swirling my glass, I took my time before speaking. "Would you let your fated mate go over some fucking hierarchy difference if you were in my position?"

Leo did not say anything, just turned the cigar between his fingers. "I know exactly how you feel."

"You don't," I said firmly, placing my glass down on the table. "You fucking don't, or else you would realize that heartbreak might kill me. Every Werewolf understands the nature of the mating bond. It's loyalty or damnation forever."

Leo sighed, looking away. "Isabel isn't an Omega. If she were, I would never have marked her."

I sighed as the truth stung like a bee. "There has to be something I can do."

Leo placed the butt of his cigar in the ashtray. "I'm afraid you can't do anything, D'Angelo. As your voice of reason, I understand that this is not what you want to hear right now. There is no way an Alpha of the largest pack in the South would mark a mere omega, so the moon goddess must be pulling practical jokes on you. It's pack law, and you must lead by example."

I remained silent, gazing out the window. Leo drew closer, his hand resting on my back.

"We'll get through this together," he said, with sadness in his tone. "I'm here to support you."

I rose from my chair and started wandering around the house. The night air calmed me, and as I passed by the glass walls, I heard heeled footsteps approaching me.

The thorn-in-my-flesh, Alexis, approached me slowly while wearing a golden kaftan. Her dad, a greedy bastard, sent his daughter to seduce me on the night when I drank into a stupor.

My memory of that horrible night was a foggy blur. Her nude body lay beside me when I awoke in a strange bed.

Despite her obvious beauty and intelligence, I would not have touched her if I had not known she was Jones's daughter.

My excitement didn't match hers. I gave her a side hug, instead of the warm embrace and kiss she expected. Her face fell

"Are you okay, darling?"

"I am not your darling," I said, spacing the words out evenly.

There was a subconscious comparison between Alexis and my partner. Alexis was very beautiful in a sophisticated way, her skin glowing with health. In addition, she was spoiled, conceited, and used to getting her wish.

By the moon goddess, I would gladly give up all the sophistication in this world to have my partner, who was like a diamond in the rough.

As if she genuinely cared about me, Alexis followed me. She sank onto the couch beside me, staring at me.

"What's wrong, Alpha?"

"Leave me the hell alone."

She sighed. "I want to congratulate you again, but I have even better news."

"I'm not in the mood for this Alexis."

"Oh, come on," she rolled her eyes playfully. "How come you get all suspicious when I have good news?"

"As far as I can recall, you slept with me against my will and spiked my drink."

She pretended to be hurt, but it vanished as fast as it appeared. "Well, given that I am expecting a baby, I suppose that is a blessing in disguise. We are going to become parents!"

My eyes shot up, stunned beyond words. It felt like my brain had stopped functioning for a few seconds.

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me," she chuckled, rubbing her belly.

"Please stop if this is a joke. There is absolutely no chance in hell that I am that child's father."

Alexis's mouth dropped open in dismay. Then she looked like she was going to cry. "I can't believe you would think so low of me!"

"Cut it out. There is a lot to process here, I said irritably. "You cannot suddenly show up and force a pregnancy on me."

She sneered, "You fucked me, Alpha." "This child is yours, and I expect you to acknowledge that." We need to raise our child, so even though I know you do not love me, I'm moving into the pack house.