‘Care to explain your behavior?’ Wylder asked.
‘I’m not sure but.. I felt like she is our mate.’
‘Don’t let yourself fall in the trap, Night. I can sense the witch’s magic around her.’ Wylder said, watching the Omega with a suspicious look. He was a wizard himself, so sensing a witch’s magic wasn’t a big deal. Something was definitely wrong with this Omega.
He swore if his so-called fated mate, Zelda, would be behind all this, then he wouldn’t just reject that witch but kill her for sure, along with her puppet that this Omega could be.
He was very well aware of Zelda’s nature. She could do anything or reach to any extent to have him.
“Alpha Miller, you can take her now.” The doctor informed, to which he nodded his head.
“You can wait in the car, Alpha. I will carry….” Zahir was speaking when Wylder already reached the Omega and picked her in his arms.
Zahir couldn’t understand this at all but decided to observe rather than a question because he knew his Alpha was a jerk after his breakup with Tiara Haysbert. He had given him the power to ask as many questions as he wanted to, but he never promised to reply to him with the answer.
‘A penny of your thoughts?’ Zahir tried to initiate a conversation with Wylder, who was observing the Omega with blonde hair, which looked like a mess and had multiple bruises on her face, a sign of abuse, of course. He remembered that there were a lot of scars all over her body, and she was still unconscious because of the heavy dose of medicine.
‘No.’
‘That’s not the pack work, Alpha.’ Zahir reminded him.
‘I’m choosing her to carry my heir.’ Wylder spoke, widening Zahir’s eyes. He turned around and gave him a ‘are you serious?’ look.
‘Did you get a boner because of her?’ He questioned. ‘Most importantly, did you ask her? You can’t force her, you know that, don’t you?’
‘Do you think I will force on her?’
‘Nope. You’re a gentleman when it comes to females.’ Zahir responded with a smile. He wanted to point out that the Omega had no wolf, but then Wylder, too, knew about it, didn’t he? Out of all the beautiful omegas, he chose an ugly duckling as his breeder.
‘Maybe because he was scared of falling in love with a beautiful face?’ Zahir thought on his own and looked at the Omega in his lap, which was just opposite Tiara. She was blessed with a body to die for.
*
It was early morning when they reached the pack. Walking out of the car, Zahir opened the door for Wylder, who stepped out carrying the Omega with no name in his arms. He started leaving from there when he found Breda near the entrance of the pack house entrance. She was waiting for her mate and couldn’t sleep a wink last Night.
“Good Morning Alpha.” She greeted, curiously looking at the girl in his arms. But she failed to see her as Wylder left from there, quickly giving the nod at her. Breda looked at her mate, who yawned and lazily walked toward her. “Good. I can’t smell any female’s scent from you.” She muttered, wrapping her hand around him.
“You can thank Wylder for that because he didn’t let me anywhere, omega with no name,” Zahir responded.
“Omega with no name? Fill me everything.”
“First, I will fill my dick inside you,” Zahir whispered huskily, making her blush.
*
Wylder placed the Omega on his bed and was about to step away from her when she held his hand. He had bit his inner cheeks from not thinking about that one person who had a habit of holding his hand.
He pulled his hand from her grip rudely, on which she ended up opening her eyes.
“Do I know you? You seem a little familiar, and your face reminded me of someone… someone I have forgotten.” She mumbled in her sleep, and in the next second, her eyes were closed again.
Wylder wound up recalling Tiara, who had asked the same when they met after six years. He couldn’t feel that someone was using his weakness against him.
‘Or I’m overthinking.’ He thought and walked toward his closet to get a fresh towel as he needed to take a shower. And also, it was one of his habits to think about any situation in the shower.
After half an hour!! He sensed Omega outside the washroom. Wrapping the towel against his waist, he opened the door, thinking she might have to use the washroom, but a flying vase hit his head.
He glared at the person who was planning to break his head like a watermelon, who was looking for another thing to hit him again.
Wylder's jaw ticked before he spoke, "I see; you believe in settling the score." and walked toward his attacker.
*
#TBC
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