I can’t
The One Time Rejected Omega
***** I can’t****
Alpha Liam POV
The entire council hall fell into a stunned silence as my father’s words hung in the air. All eyes turned towards him, disbelief etched on every face. The elders exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of surprise and contemplation.
“Elder Dinex, what is your take on this?” Elder Lilon asked, breaking the silence. His voice held a hint of suspicion, as if he believed my father had ulterior motives.
Elder Dinex, the oldest and wisest of the elders, stroked his long white beard thoughtfully. He gazed at my father for a moment, assessing him with keen eyes. “Alpha Michael, this is a serious matter you’re proposing. The union between your son and Olivia has already been agreed upon by both packs. Are you sure about this?”
My father’s gaze remained firm as he nodded. “I am. After witnessing the events that have unfolded today, it has become clear to me that this marriage is not in the best interest of our packs. Olivia has shown her true colors, and it is evident that she harbors ill intentions towards our pack. I cannot, in good conscience, allow my son to be bound to such a person.”
Elder Dinex sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping slightly. “Alpha Michael, the decision to call off a marriage that has already been arranged is not one to be taken lightly. It can have far-reaching consequences for both packs involved. Have you considered the implications?”
My father’s eyes narrowed, determination burning in their depths. “I have, Elder Dinex. But I firmly believe that it is better to address this issue now rather than subject my son to a life of unhappiness and potential danger. I cannot let him marry someone who would betray him and our pack.”
The council hall buzzed with murmurs and whispers as the implications of my father’s words sank in. The elders deliberated among themselves, their faces grave and contemplative. Finally, Elder Lilon cleared his throat and addressed the gathering.
“After careful consideration and discussion, the council has reached a decision. We will grant Alpha Michael’s request to call off the marriage between Alpha Liam and Olivia. However, this decision is not made lightly. Both packs will bear the consequences of this action.”
“What consequences?” I couldn’t help but ask, my voice laced with a mix of curiosity and trepidation.
Elder Lilon turned his attention towards me, his gaze piercing. “Alpha Liam, as the son of the Alpha, you hold a position of privilege and responsibility. But for one month, you will be stripped of that privilege. You will live as a regular pack member, performing duties and tasks assigned to you by your pack members. Consider it a test of character, a chance to understand the struggles and challenges faced by the ordinary wolves in your pack.”
I swallowed hard, the weight of the punishment settling heavily on my shoulders. This was not what I had expected when I came to the council today. But deep down, I knew that the council’s decision was just. I needed to prove myself, not only to the council but also to my pack.
“As for Olivia,” Elder Lilon continued, “she will be held accountable for her actions. The council will investigate her intentions further and determine an appropriate course of action. Until then, she will be placed under house arrest within the Silver Spoon Pack.”
Olivia’s face twisted in fury, but she dared not challenge the council’s decision. The guards moved forward to escort her out of the hall, and as she passed me, she shot me a venomous glare.
I watched her leave, a mix of relief and apprehension coursing through me. The council had spared me from the consequences of her betrayal, but the journey ahead would not be an easy one. I had to prove myself worthy of the position I held and regain the trust of my pack.
The council meeting adjourned, and I was left standing in the center of the hall, surrounded by a mix of emotions. Relief, anger, and determination battled within me. I knew I had to make the most of this month, to learn from my mistakes and show everyone, especially my pack, that I was deserving of their trust and respect.
My father approached me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Liam, this may seem like a difficult path ahead, but it is best of both you and the pack.”
How could he defend the Council’s decision to strip me of my Alpha title? I had trusted him, relied on him for support, and now it felt like he had turned his back on me.
Raising my face to my father, I felt the fire within me rise. “How can you say that, Dad? You were the one who pushed me to uncover the truth about Olivia. And now you’re telling me it’s for the best? That they’re taking everything away from me?”
His face remained stern, his voice resolute. “Liam, I understand you’re angry, but you need to see the bigger picture. The Council believes this is the best course of action for the pack’s stability.”
Anger surged through my veins, making it difficult to control my voice. “The best for the pack? What about me, Dad? What about my dreams, my future? I’ve dedicated my life to this role, and now it’s all being torn away.”
His voice softened, a hint of sorrow in his eyes. “Son, I know it’s hard to accept, but sometimes sacrifices must be made for the greater good. This is an opportunity for growth, a chance to prove your worth beyond your title. It will make you stronger.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Stronger? Do you honestly think stripping away everything I’ve worked for will make me stronger? It feels like they’re trying to break me, to crush any hope I had.”
His gaze held a mix of sadness and determination. “Liam, I believe in you. You have the strength to overcome this setback. Use this time to rediscover yourself, to find a new path. When the month is over, you will come back even stronger.”
Frustration boiled within me as I struggled to find the right words. “I can’t believe you’re saying this, Dad. You’re supposed to be on my side. Instead, you’re justifying their decision as if it’s the best thing for me. I trusted you, and now I feel betrayed.”
Regret flickered in his eyes, and his voice wavered. “I’m sorry, Liam. I never wanted it to come to this. But as a leader, tough choices sometimes have to be made, even if they hurt. I hope you can understand that.”
Understanding mingled with resentment in my chest, a conflicting whirlwind of emotions. I took a step back, bitterness seeping into my voice. “I understand, Dad. I understand that you value the pack’s stability over your own son’s happiness. Perhaps it’s time for me to forge my own path, away from this suffocating world.”
With those words hanging heavy in the air, I turned and made my way to my room. Every step echoed with defiance, my heart burdened by disappointment.
Reaching my room, I slammed the door shut behind me, the force of it reverberating through the walls. The room felt stifling, suffocating me with its oppressive atmosphere. I needed an escape, a release from the anger that threatened to consume me whole.
Pacing back and forth, my mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions. How could I trust anyone when even my own father had betrayed me? His words echoed in my mind, a bitter reminder of the pain I felt. But I refused to let his decision define me. I would prove them all wrong.
My eyes fell upon the closet, my gaze fixated on the clothes neatly hung inside. In a fit of frustration, I yanked them off the hangers, one by one, the sound of fabric tearing echoing in the room. I didn’t care about the consequences or the mess I was making. All that mattered was the burning need to escape, to find solace even for just a fleeting moment.
With my clothes in hand, I tossed them aside haphazardly, their discarded presence a symbolic act of defiance. I approached my dresser, grabbing the car keys from its surface, the metal cold against my heated skin. It was time to break free from the suffocating grip of the pack, from the expectations and judgments that hung over me like a dark cloud.
Stepping out of my room, determination etched on my face, I made my way towards the garage. Each step carried the weight of my anger and resentment, propelling me forward.
As I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white with tension, the engine roared beneath me, mirroring the turbulence of my emotions. The road stretched out ahead, a blur of streetlights and passing cars, as I pushed the pedal harder, urging my car to move faster.
The wind whipped through the open windows, carrying away some of the anger that consumed me. Each gust provided a momentary respite, a fleeting sense of freedom. I focused on the sensation, trying to let it wash away the bitterness and resentment that lingered within.
My mind raced with thoughts, replaying the conversation with my father over and over again. The hurtful words he had uttered, the betrayal I felt, fueled the fire of my anger. It coursed through my veins, driving me forward with a reckless determination.
The familiar neon lights of the club came into view, illuminating the night with their vibrant hues. I maneuvered the car into a parking spot, cutting the engine with a sharp turn of the key. Taking a deep breath, I paused for a moment, steeling myself for what lay ahead.
Stepping out of the car, I slammed the door shut, the sound reverberating through the quiet night. The cool night air brushed against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat that still burned within me. I squared my shoulders, my jaw clenched, as I strode towards the entrance of the club.
The pulsating bass of the music grew louder with each step, echoing the rapid thumping of my own heart. As I pushed open the heavy doors, the atmosphere engulfed me-a swirling mixture of flashing lights, laughter, and a sea of bodies moving to the beat.
The club was a sanctuary of chaos, a place where I could drown out my thoughts and lose myself in the frenzy. I didn’t care about the judgmental gazes or the curious whispers that followed me. All that mattered was finding solace in the moment, even if it was fleeting.
Weaving my way through the crowd, I made my way to the bar, the familiar scent of alcohol filling my nostrils. I ordered a strong drink, not caring about the consequences or the potential numbing effect it would have on my senses. I needed a temporary escape, a chance to clear my mind of the tumultuous thoughts that haunted me.
Leaning against the bar, I took a long sip of the drink, feeling the burn as it traveled down my throat. The bitter taste matched the bitterness I harbored within, and for a moment, it provided a twisted sense of satisfaction. The chaos of the club, the pounding music, and the blurred faces around me served as a backdrop to my inner turmoil.
In this moment, I let the anger consume me. I let it fuel my movements on the dance floor, where I threw myself into the frenetic energy, losing myself in the music and the pulsating rhythm. Each movement was a release, a physical manifestation of the anger I carried.
As the night wore on, the anger began to dissipate, slowly replaced by a sense of clarity. The pounding music had done its job, helping me channel my emotions and find a temporary respite from the turmoil that plagued my mind. In the midst of the chaos, I found a fleeting sense of peace.
I got tired of dancing as I walked back to the bar and sat down with my drink in my hand, breathing loudly.
Swirling the remnants of my drink in the glass, lost in my own thoughts. The pulsating music continued to thump in the background, creating a chaotic symphony that mirrored the tumult within me. I needed this moment of distraction, a chance to forget about the burdens that weighed heavily on my shoulders.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, a figure appeared on the dance floor. She moved with a grace that captivated my attention, her body swaying to the rhythm of the music. It was as if she had emerged from the crowd, drawn to me by some unseen force.
Surprised by her sudden presence, I furrowed my brows, questioning the intentions behind her boldness. Yet, as her eyes met mine, a mischievous glint danced within them, and I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of curiosity ignite within me.
She closed the distance between us, her movements fluid and confident. A smile played upon her lips, as if she knew something I didn’t. It was both unsettling and intriguing, a mysterious aura surrounding her.
I waved off my initial surprise, deciding to let go of the doubts and suspicions that tried to take hold of my thoughts. This was just a moment of distraction, a fleeting encounter amidst the chaos of the club. I deserved to let loose, if only for a little while.
As the music pulsed through my veins, I allowed myself to surrender to the energy that surrounded us. The woman’s body pressed against mine, her movements synchronized with mine as we moved in harmony on the dance floor. There was an undeniable chemistry between us, an electric connection that transcended words.
Lost in the heat of the moment, our bodies swayed and entwined, moving in a passionate rhythm. The world around us faded into a blur, and it was as if we were the only two souls in existence. The intensity of our encounter intensified, fueled by a mutual desire that defied reason.
Time seemed to stand still as our lips finally met, a searing kiss that ignited a fire within me. In that instant, all thoughts of my troubles and betrayals vanished, replaced by an overwhelming sensation of raw passion. The taste of her lips, the heat of her breath, consumed my senses, plunging me into a whirlwind of desire.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.
But as quickly as the flames of passion had ignited, a voice in the back of my mind whispered a reminder of reality. I pulled back, my eyes searching hers, questioning the consequences of our impulsive actions. Regret and confusion swirled within me, marring the intensity of the moment.
“I… I can’t,” I managed to say, my voice filled with a mix of desire and hesitation.