Page 5 of Carmichael's Omega

"Cassie made it back to ClearHowl in one piece for the weekend, thought you should know," Rique says casually.

I grunt and hit the bag again. Then again, and again. I hate that she's home without me, three states away. I fucking hate that I've only seen her, really seen her, twice in five-and-a-half weeks. I hate that I told her I can't be with her because she's an Omega. I hate that she's most likely heard all of the rumors about me.

I hate that the first words I spoke to her were of rejection.

No. I can't be with you. I can't mate to an Omega. It won't ever happen.

I hate remembering the look of deep sorrow in her eyes when I told her that bullshit. The crushing disappointment when I turned my back on her at that party, only to find that she was gone when I looked for her a minute later because I couldn't help myself.

I hate that she's an Omega, and even now, when she's constantly on my mind, there's a part of me screaming in protest.

An Omega can't be trusted. Those beautiful eyes hide a she-devil. They will ease their way into your life and destroy you in a second. My wolf howls. He hates Omegas, too, but now? He wants his mate.

What an arrogant fucking asshole I am, huh? Always thinking that I didn't need a mate, that one female couldn't compete with the dozens of sexy, experienced females that swarm all over me at every opportunity. I have no trouble getting my dick wet. I've never had a shortage of females willing to lie on their backs for me.

I was a complete asshole when I first shifted. I get that. I had too many females dangling on strings. I would just pluck one and bam! Off with their clothes.

I settled down when my father beat me bloody, then gave me the first of many cringe-worthy lectures about respecting my undiscovered mate.

So I just chose a few females. Felicia, Isa, and Adriana, to name them. Whenever one of them gets too bitchy with the other females, acting like they're the next Luna because I fuck them, I drop that female for a while.

Who knew I was an arrogant prick, eh?Pinche putoand all that fuck?

Oh, I don't need a mate. She won't be enough. She'll fawn all over me, cling, and be annoying. What if she isn't pretty enough, smart enough, strong enough? I deserve the best, don't I?

One glimpse.

That's all it took for my balls to retract right up into my body. I turned into aputoin an instant.

She's the most beautiful female I've ever seen. Her beauty is more than skin-deep, too, more than those other pretty girls who are always around. She glows with this sweetness that I've never seen. Not in such a long time. I never realized what one-in-a-million meant before her.

Now I can't shake her image from my mind. I daydream of her smiling at me, saying my name in the honey-sweet voice of hers.

"Nice boner," Rique snickers at me.

"Vete a la verga, fucker."

Rique ignores my insult. "I don't blame you, Carm," he says with a voice oozing in false sympathy. "Your female is a pretty, little th-"

His voice chokes off when my fist wraps around his throat. He's laughing, even if I'm cutting off his air supply. I take a deep breath, another, before I can let go.

"Fuck,Jefe. Why don't you just date the girl, at least? Give yourself a break, Carm. This is fate."

"She said'no,'" I grit out.

"Come again?" Rique sounds astonished. "She said, 'no,' to what, exactly?"

"I asked her out," I confess.

He gapes at me, mouth open, looking like a complete dumbass. Slowly, a frown washes over his face. "You asked her out? Or... did you demand she go out with you?"

I clear my throat, hating the feeling of guilt. Our second meeting on the science quad didn't go so well, either. "Somepinche gringowas flirting with her, so I punched him in the side of his head and told her if she needed to fuck I was available."

Rique stares at me. "You're a fucking idiot,güey."

"I know!" I roar in his face. "She has me all twisted up, fuck!"

"You actually said that? In those words, that'if she needed to fuck'shit? Really?"

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