Page 6 of Redeeming His Omega Mate

“Have you done this before?” he asked softly.

I shook my head.

Despite his eyes burning with unrestrained desire, he asked. “Do you want to?”

Did I want to? All I could think about at this very moment was what it would feel like to have him inside of me. Slowly, I nodded.

I pushed up to kiss him, and he growled against my mouth, his restraint slipping as the kiss grew deeper.

He shifted, spreading my legs and settling between them.

“It might hurt,” he said, his voice gentler. “Are you absolutely certain you want to do this?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice soft but certain.

Locking his eyes on mine, he placed his crown at my opening and moved slowly and gently, circling around my wetness. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and when he finally pushed in, just slightly, a sharp pain followed. But I didn’t care. I wanted him. All of him.

“Please tell me if I’m hurting you,” Damian murmured, his voice barely a whisper. His gaze was full of concern and tenderness.

Spreading my knees wider, I relaxed as best as I could. He moved slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully inside me.

He started to move, slowly and deliberately, his hips rocking into mine. The pain began to lessen with each movement as he stretched me. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, pulling him closer. His low grunts and soft moans filled the room, and I clung to the sound.

“Damian…” I breathed, his name escaping me in a moan.

His pace quickened slightly, his movements more sure and intense. My body responded to him in ways I couldn’t control, and the heat building in my core finally broke free. My nails dug into his back as I cried out his name, trembling as the wave of pleasure crashed over me. Within moments, Damian followed, shuddering with a low grunt as he filled me with his release.

Breathless, he collapsed against me, planting soft kisses along my jawline and neck. “Fuck,” he muttered softly, a smile tugging at his lips. “That felt incredible.”

I smiled, heat creeping up my cheeks as he pulled me into a cuddle, tracing invisible lines along my bare back.

Little did I know that this would mark the beginning of something far more complicated and painful than I could ever imagine. I hadn’t just lost myself in Damian that night. I had set myself up for the worst heartbreak of my life.

Chapter 3

Tala

Over the last weeks, Damian had taken to me all the beautiful places in the pack I had only ever dreamed of visiting. What amazed me most was how unashamed and unbothered he was to be seen with me. It wasn’t just that he walked beside me. He held my hand as we strolled, wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me close, and stole sweet kisses in plain view, which I absolutely loved.

But what he didn’t seem to notice were the stares. People around would glance at me with disgust, their expressions screaming in disapproval. Still, I would force the thoughts of what they might think of us to the back of my mind, determined to savor every moment with him.

I was the subject of every gossip in the pack, from the slums to Beta territory. Gina, bless her, never failed to butt into the cruel conversations she overheard about me. Once, she even got into trouble with her co-worker who accused me of manipulating Damian into falling for me.

These things never seemed to bother Damian. He always urged me to ignore the gossip and rise above it, but it was easier for him to say. One day, he would be Alpha, untouchable, and revered. I, on the other hand, would always be an Omega, cast out, overlooked, and invisible.Yet, despite it all, I couldn’t help but love him. We shared everything that lovers did, and last night, we had sex again.

I used to dread mornings, but that changed when Damian came into my life. Now, waking up next to him felt like the best part of my day. Streaks of sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on his face. His expression was calm, almost boyish in sleep—a stark contrast to the strong, commanding presence he carried when awake. I smiled, my chest tightening at the thought of how fleeting these moments felt as if the world might come knocking any second to take them away. The smile on my face turned wistful as I let the thoughts linger. Unable to resist, I reached out and brushed a strand of his dark hair away from his forehead. His lips twitched into the faintest of smiles, and his eyes slowly fluttered open.

“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.

“Good morning,” I whispered back, my voice soft but steady.

He immediately noticed the unease on my face, even though I hadn’t meant it to show. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulled me closer. “What’s wrong, Tala?” His thumb brushed over my cheek as he studied me, his eyes filled with concern.

I hesitated, the words caught in my throat. How could I share the nagging fear that this was too good to last? So, I did what I always did—I smiled and covered the truth with another lesser truth.

“Just thinking about the hundred insults Mr. Titan is going to hurl at me when I show up to the bar late,” I said, forcing a small smile.

Damian smirked, his expression softening. “I could talk to Mr. Titan and ask him to make your work easier.”

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