The Omega For Sale

“I’m just saying that I think it might be rude if we invite certain Alphas and don’t invite certain. There could be a mini war for that in fact. It is after all the feast of Alphas, so all Alphas should be invited.” Smith said and I blinked at the end of his words.

At this point, even screaming wouldn’t be enough to convey my frustrations and anger. I had woken up restless and tired and it felt like as the day went on, the more tired and restless I became.

I couldn’t focus on anything. Not my work, or trying to make sense of what had happened the previous night, not even the meeting with Smith seemed to be able to get me to concentrate.

“I’ve been trying to convince myself that somehow you’re listening to me but at this point I don’t think I can continue to do that successfully. It’s obvious you’re not listening to me and that your mind is filled with something else.” Smith said with a frustrated sigh in his words.

I rubbed my temples, hoping to chase away the throb that had began forming behind my eyelids. I was conflicted. With a heavy sigh, I turned to smith and began talking.

“I’m fine or I’ll be fine eventually. I haven’t been sleeping well in the last three days, maybe I need to try and get some good sleep. I’m sure I’ll feel better after then.” I said to my Beta and although he didn’t look like he believed me one bit, he nodded his head in understanding and stood up from his seat.

He gave a small funny salute to me and moved towards the door. With his hand on the knob, he paused and turned to me.

“Let me know if you need me at any point. I’m serious Greyson.” He said and without giving me the room to respond, he pulled open the door and walked out of it.

I sit still in my seat and think through smith’s words. Was this the point where I asked for help? Or could I still fix this myself? At what point exactly did I really need to call for help?

Sighing heavily, I tidy my desk quickly before moving out of office and locking the door behind me.

I head straight for the guest room as had been the routine for me in the last three nights. It was sad to say the least but it really didn’t look like it was going to get better anytime soon.

After a quick shower and brushing, I slip on a pair of pajamas from the pile of clothes I had moved into the guest room. Once I was done with that, I slipped into bed and let out a big breath.

The scent of cinnamon flooded my senses. I wish I could say that three days of constantly having to smell this was enough to get completely used to it, but that was far from it. The scent still felt as foreign to me as it did the first time and it was still as intoxicating as ever.

I shut my eyes close hoping to be able to fall asleep but in the darkness of my closed eyes, was bright green and beautiful eyes staring right back at me. There was only one woman that had eyes as beautiful as these.

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Green eyes.

Blonde hair.

Curvy figure.

I could never forget the look on her face when she had looked towards the cabinet on that night of the auction. It had taken my breath away.

But it was nothing compared with the way her eyes had shone at the solace. It was nothing compared to the pure excitement when Clara had announced the news of her pregnancy or when she had woken up to find out we were mates.

It had been over a year of being together with her. She was still perfect right now as she had been at the start of it all.

So what’s happening right now? Why did I look at my beautiful mate and feel disgust? Why were we separated at this point? Sleeping in different rooms, why did every time that we came together, we argued and fought until we were forced apart.

Little by little, my thoughts faded. Sleep slowly took over, I could feel my entire muscles relax and my tight shut eyes slowly relax but just before sleep could completely take over my mind, I felt a finger run through my face.

Instinctively I turned towards it and the scent of cinnamon made me relax into it.

“Freya?” I called out softly, keeping my eyes shut and allowing her continue to run her fingers through my face.

“She doesn’t deserve you.” Came the silkiest, softest voice I ever heard.

It took my brain a second to process it and when it did, my eyes flipped open so fast, that for a moment all I could see was darkness before it eventually cleared to reveal a beautiful looking Estel staring down at me with her fingers still drawing invisible patterns on my face.

Surprisingly, I don’t jump, I don’t react at all. I remain calm and numb in my seat as opposed to what had been running through my mind in the last week.

I had truly feared that if I ever got to see Estel’s face again, then I would freak out completely, but none of that was happening.

Seeing my supposed dead mate’s face up close felt pretty comforting.

Sitting up on the bed, I observe Estel’s face carefully and closely. Trying to find a difference with the last image of her in my head, there was no.

Her hair was the same fiery red color she had always had, her eyes were ever dark and sparkling, the freckles that had always come with her face were still scattered around on her fair skin.

This was her.

There was no doubt about it.

“It is me, I promise.” She said softly.

A frown marred my face at her words. Did she know what I was thinking off? If not, how had she been able to give a response that just seemed to answer the question in my head.

“It’s a special blessing from the Goddess for true mates. Your wolf connects to my wolf and they share thoughts with each other, enabling us hear our thoughts. It’ll probably take you a while to read through my mind since you’ve been corrupted and bonded to another who is not your mate.” She said, with a sneer to her words at the end of her sentence.

I tried to think through her words but my head and mind felt like mush, it was hard to focus on anything that was beside the scent of cinnamon that was currently overwhelming me.

But Estel moved from her position and crawling on all fours she approached me until she was practically in front of my face.

“Let me prove to you what I mean, let me show it to you, so you can experience it for yourself. We’re true mates, you’ll see.” She said in a whisper.

And without thinking through it, I moved my head forward and locked our lips in a kiss.