Page 1 of Alpha's Fated Desire

Prologue

Gabriella

Istoodinthedimly lit hallway of the omega house, bracing myself for the horrid task ahead of me.

The distant sounds of laughter and nervous chatter from the other younger, unmated omegas grated on my nerves as they anticipated the upcoming Omega Outing.

But I knew better than to get excited…

A few guards wandered the halls randomly, and I made sure to avoid them; they weren’t my target.

The flickering candles along the walls cast eerie, dancing shadows, creating an atmosphere of dark depression.

It matched my mood perfectly.

At twenty-eight, I got used to the bitter taste of disappointment that life had generously served me. This gathering would be no different than the last and the one before that.

Unable to go into heat with any pack of alphas.

And I was always returning back to the goddamn omega house.

What the hell was going to happen to me if I didn’t find a pack to mate with at my last gathering?

I needed to numb the questions racing in my mind fast. Otherwise, I would lose it and start screaming at the walls.

I rounded the corner and looked at the alpha guard in front of me, Wesley, with thinly veiled disgust. I quickly masked my expression before he noticed. I had to keep that emotion off my face until I got what I needed from that salivating wretch.

He raised his ugly brows expectantly, motioning me to continue.

Ugh, he didn’t waste any time getting down to business.

I swallowed back my vomit and, instead, raised my hands to my chest. My fingers, trembling slightly, moved to the delicate fabric of my dress. With a slow, deliberate motion, I pulled the zipper down inch by inch, exposing my bra-clad breasts.

The flickering candlelight caught the soft curve of my skin, casting an irresistible glow that drew Wesley’s predatory gaze.

He watched me like a hawk; his eyes locked onto the revealed skin like a moth to a flame. With a sly smile that barely covered my revulsion, I beckoned him closer, my voice a sultry whisper.

"How about a taste, handsome? I've got something special for you."

I could tell the little game wasn’t enough for him anymore as he still clutched my bottle of salvation tightly in his sweaty hand.

I sighed, suppressing the urge to roll my eyes.

I pulled the zipper even lower, pushed my breasts together, and gave it a jiggle. I threw up a little in my mouth at his dumbstruck gaze.

Alright, the show’s fucking over now.

I zipped up my dress quickly and held out my hand for my end of the bargain. But the bastard didn’t hand it over just yet.

Leaning in, Wesley’s voice turned low and threatening as he whispered, "You're playing a dangerous game, Gabriella. Maybe I'll be the one to knot you if you keep this up."

My hackles raised in annoyance, and my scathing response came swift and biting.

"Trust me, I know what I’m doing, and my body sure as fuck will never go into heat with a greasy weasel like you,” I spat out derisively.

Yeah, I was unmated, but I still had my dignity.

I snatched the bottle of whiskey from his hand with a smirk at his shocked expression. Then I turned my attention back to tearing him down, my tone dripping with scorn.

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