Page 23 of Capturing Their Omega

When girls my age talked about their mates or the intense feelings they experienced while with their respective partners, I stayed mute.

Some snickered while I passed. I heard the whispers about who would want to be with me. They called me a weakling, a burden, sickly.

A deeper part of me once felt sad, hoping and longing for something I would never get to experience. Who would want to even be with someone as sickly as me? So, I shoved it all deep into a corner of my mind that I couldn’t reach.

But all that came crashing down because ofhim.He only had to look at me once, and I jumped his bones—literally.

The residue of his taste lingers in my mouth, proof of how long we kissed for. I rub my thighs together and let out an involuntary moan.

I feel the slickness in between my thighs, a testament to the attraction I felt toward him. It doesn’t seem to be stopping. My heart races, and my skin prickles with an unfamiliar heat. It feels like something is trying to tear out of my skin.

Swallowing hard, my throat constricts painfully as I gag and throw up.

I look down at the black bile in the sink. What the actual fuck? Scrunching up my nose, I turn on the tap and watch as it goes down the drain.

This must be a side effect of having avoided taking my last pill. I need more medicine now before I end up doing another thing that I might regret.

Swallowing hard, I reach into my purse with trembling hands, looking for the one thing I know will help me. My pill. But as I pull it out, the door to the garden’s bathroom slams open, making me jump slightly. I’m face to face with Leila, her eyes ablaze with fury.

Leila is slightly taller than I am, and there’s an air of superiority around her. The combination isn’t helping my nerves. Leila is walking toward me with a murderous look in her eyes.

The air is filled with the scent of chocolate and cinnamon… her scent…

“Slut!” she spits, the harsh word slicing through the air. “Throwing yourself at my intended, just like the whore you are.”

Oh, so he was to be herhusband?

“You know, I didn’t think you were so desperate to find a man that would show you a little semblance of affection that you’d try to get with Ares.”

Ares. His name echoes in my mind, flashbacks of our unexpected kiss racing through my thoughts. I can’t believe I kissed a betrothed man.

My heart clenches, the realization hitting me like a blow. I can still taste the sweetness of his pheromones on my lips, but he isn’t mine. He’s promised to another female.

But why would he kiss me if he belonged to her? I thought Alphas were known for their fierce loyalty. But I guess that rule doesn’t apply tohim.

He seemed like the type of man who always had everyone cowering in his presence. He looked like someone who dared to do whatever the fuck he wanted without caring about the consequences of his actions, unlike me.

I always made sure to think my thoughts through carefully before acting on them. I couldn’t risk being spontaneous and getting myself and my mother into trouble.

We already had enough things to deal with, and being on bad terms with Leila would only add to the shit-ton of things happening to us right now.

My fists tighten into a ball., What the actual hell was I thinking? Almost having sex with a random person? Not just a random person, but anAlpha?Who’s marrying Leila?

It goes against every bit of my moral compass.

Something inside me can’t help but blame him, too. He’s an Alpha and should have some semblance of self-control. He should have stopped that from happening instead of giving into the primal desire that sparked between us.

I pride myself on being a rule follower. I speak the right way, move the right way, avoid certain people, keep my head down, don’t speak unless spoken to. I don’t draw unnecessary attention to myself.

It was how I had managed to stay under the radar for most of my life, but now, my cover was completely blown.

I cringe inwardly, remembering Leila’s scream when she found us, her husband-to-be kissing another woman.

If only he wasn’t promised to her….

I furrow my brow at the thought. Why should I care if he’s promised to her? He’s a nobody to me and it will stay like that. Men like him don’t look for women like me. They don’t even know we exist.

So why do I feel bitter and sad about that fact? Why does my heart tighten in this strange way? What was I expecting? That I was supposed to be betrothed to him? That what we had together was enough for him to magically decide to be with me? I almost laugh at the absurdity.

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