Page 5 of Alpha's Fated Desire

He let out a dark chuckle and stepped closer to me. I breathed in his scent and barely restrained myself from letting out a moan. Pine trees and cedar, the perfect Christmas present for some lucky omega.

“Don’t get me wrong, sweetheart. I would love nothing more than to smash his face in until he stops breathing. But as host, there are certain expectations of restraint required of me…” he slowly looked me up and down. It felt like he was undressing me with his eyes.

“Regrettably…” he murmured, his eyes lingering on my chubby hips again, the same as earlier.

“Oh,” I squeaked out, my face feeling like it was on fire. Alphas didn’t usually look at me that way. I had no idea how to act.

I cleared my throat.

“Well, thank you for getting me out of that mess. I’ll be on my way now,” I blurted out awkwardly.

His head cocked to the side.

“Hold on just a minute, Gabriella,” he said, rolling my name off his tongue. I quickly glanced away from his mouth before he could notice me ogling him. He probably had enough omegas throwing themselves at him with that perfectly sculpted jawline and tousled golden hair.

“It seems you remain unmated and without any potential packs. I’m going to need to see you in my office to discuss your future.” He said seriously.

His words snapped me out of my ogling and brought me back to reality.

Chapter 2

Gabriella

Iwincedinpainas my thigh throbbed from Wesley’s attack. I stared at the muscular back of Roman as I followed him out of the omega quarters and into a room I was guessing was his office.

He shut the door behind me and sat down at the desk with a solemn expression on his face. He gestured for me to sit, and I awkwardly scooted into the chair across from him.

I was still wearing that god-awful tight green dress, and I knew sitting down like this would highlight my love handles even worse. I shuffled around and adjusted myself as best as I could.

I looked up to see him staring intently at my midsection, and I internally died at the thought of the horrible view he was getting.

Thankfully, he cleared his throat and started talking after seeing that I was settled.

“Now, Gabriella. It seems we have a predicament with your current situation. We have never had an omega pass her twenty-eighth year without finding a pack of mates to settle down with.”

I felt a pang shoot through my chest at his words. It felt awful having someone else confirm my failure out loud. At least before, I could be depressed in secret and just paste a smile on for the rest of the world to see.

But his words were a harsh reminder of where I was in life.

“So, what’s going to happen to me now?” I asked in a wavering voice, barely above a whisper.

Roman let out a long sigh and leaned back thoughtfully in his chair.

“The rules of the omega gatherings are clear and unbreakable. The omega must be between the ages of eighteen and twenty-eight to participate. I cannot allow you to attend any more gatherings without causing a mutiny of the other law-abiding packs.”

“If I can’t attend the gatherings anymore, I will never find a pack and have a family of my own,” I said numbly, connecting the dots.

I sat forward in my chair, my mind racing with questions.

“What happens to unmated omegas? Where do they live after this?” I blurted out my most pressing question.

“Well, the last case of an unmated omega was in the last century, and she was, unfortunately, executed to prevent her taint from reaching the other omegas,” he mused out loud.

My jaw dropped, and I let out a shriek.

“Are you going to have me fucking killed?!” I shouted at him.

He let out a deep, bellowing laugh that sent shivers down to my core, even in my outrage.

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