Page 2 of Alpha's Fated Desire

"You might think you've earned this, but don't mistake a desperate act for lust, Wesley. It's all a game, and you're nothing but a pawn."

With the stolen whiskey in my possession, I turned away from the dumbfounded Wesley, retreating into the comforting embrace of my newfound prize.

Omegas weren’t allowed to have alcohol, but I found my way around that. All these years of being on my own had taught me how to bribe the guards to get the things I needed.

The fiery liquid burned down my throat, numbing the painful reminder of the harsh reality I faced.

Once again, hope hung by a fragile thread as I braced myself for another night of bitter disappointment.

Chapter 1

Gabriella

Laterthatnight,Istood awkwardly at the edge of the omega stage, fidgeting in my dress that was too tight. The other younger omegas had already gotten to the closet of dresses before I had gotten a chance to choose. The brats took all the nice stuff and left me with the castoffs. I was wearing a sickly green, skin-tight dress that grossly emphasized my wider hips.

God, I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

Maybe instead of drinking so much, I should’ve worked out a bit and grabbed the best dress first.

Oh well, there's no time for regrets now.

I plastered my best smile on my face. A resting bitch face would only scare away any potential mates. I swirled my complimentary orange juice in my glass and awkwardly glanced around. All the omegas around me were giggling and entertaining various packs. It was glaringly obvious that no one was paying me any attention.

I heard the sound of a deep throat clearing behind me.

I instinctively scooted to the side in case anyone needed to go by. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of any eager alphas.

When no one passed by, I waited a couple of seconds before peeking over my shoulder. My jaw dropped as I made eye contact with the most gorgeous man I had ever seen in my life.

Was he even real?

He had a tousled, golden halo of hair and gorgeous chocolate-brown eyes. His face was perfectly sculpted like a Greek statue, and his muscular form had lines in all the right places. His perfect lips turned up into a half-smirk as I took his appearance in. His eyes glinted with a knowing gleam as if he knew the feelings he was stirring up between my legs.

The bastard was aware of what kind of an effect he was having on me.

I slammed my mouth shut and looked him up and down briskly. I’ll be damned before I let this stranger think he got one over me.

“Do you need something?” I tried to ask curtly, cursing my shaky voice.

Get yourself together, Gabriella. It’s not like you haven’t seen a hot alpha before…

His grin widened and he glanced down at the folder in his large hand that I was just now noticing.

“Ah, they said you were a feisty one,” he chuckled to himself.

That raised my hackles, and I did not like this arrogant stranger one bit.

As if he sensed my mood shift, he quickly stepped towards me, shaking my hand.

“I apologize for my rudeness. You must be Gabriella,” he said.

“I am,” I replied carefully, waiting for him to get to the point.

“My name is Roman, and I’ll be your alpha host for this year’s gathering. I’ve heard you’ve been having trouble securing a match and my gathering tonight is your last shot?” He continued professionally.

Why did he have to rub it in my face like that? We all get it, I’m fucking old.

“Yes, this is my last shot,” I gritted out, repeating the words he had used. I was mortified beyond belief.

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