The Omega's Dominant

Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Several days later...

I combed through the house, searching for Wayne on a boring weekend. The days were getting exhausting, but the nights were filled with laughter and fun. It felt peaceful to have my mind in one place. After a lot of horrible decisions and choosing the wrong paths, my love, my loyalty, and everything else were set with Wayne. Not once I felt as if I had made a wrong decision.

My ties with my family were cut off and I didn't intend on sewing them anytime soon. Instead, I planned on doing worse with Mom and the omega's that had supported her.

After sitting on the throne, I realized how overwhelming it could be. There was no stability in taking control of a pack or a town. People were snapping everywhere, choosing their own paths and sometimes following others. Even with leaders leading them, at the end of the day, they were still sheeps and they followed the flock instead of the shepherd. Wolves fought to control, disobey and betray—it was their natural instinct. There was nothing an Alpha could do except dominate them.

Wayne's condition wasn't getting bad nor good. He was still managing and healing himself. As the other's, his wolf didn't part away from his body, he stayed and fought with the sickness together. I reminded myself it was only going to last for a few weeks more, if not days and then, he'd be perfect once more.

Just what I wanted.

"Wayne?" I questioned, moving through the house. My legs strained from sitting all day and night and staring at the names and numbers of Ronald's pack.

I could feel Ronald getting impatient. He wanted to set the first attack but after doing a bit of research, I learned he wasn't as powerful as he deemed himself to be. The Nightstalker's pack outnumbered his pack in several ways. The shipment of poison was the only thing that was going to give him victory but since it was in our hands, he didn't have anything else, and even after having nothing, he still wanted to go to war.

Fool.

I stared up at the ceiling and found Wayne upstairs, heading down, to me. I blinked in surprise when I found him dressed up. He wore a black suit and a red tie.

"Is there is a date I'm forgetting?" The corners of my mouth twisted into a smile as I studied him from top to the bottom. It had been a long while since I had seen him in anything else than pajamas. "Because if there is, I'm underdressed," I said, gesturing at the long pink shirt hanging over my body and a pair of black pants.

"You're not forgetting anything, and you look perfect in whatever you wear." He stepped down and handed a red rose to me.

"Thank you." I blushed hard. "But what is it for?"

"It doesn't have to be for anything, kitten." His hand slipped behind my head before he leaned in and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and the worries lifted themselves off my shoulders.

The time I spent with Wayne after sunset was beautiful and as more days went, I found myself falling harder and deeper for him but yet, something held me back from expressing the love to him. It was hard. I barely ever loved anyone and even if I did, they either left or betrayed me.

But the love I had for Wayne was easy, it didn't have any complications or hardships. It came and it stayed.

"Where are we heading too?" I questioned, placing my hand over his chest.

He held out a thin strip of black cloth in his hand. "It's a surprise." He replied, turning me around and wrapping the cloth around my eyes.

My heart ran a thousand miles. I heard it's beat in my ears. My surroundings turned pitch-black as the cloth tightened behind my ruffled hair. I took heavy breaths and clutched onto the rose for hope.

Wayne held my arm and we walked around the house for several minutes before I heard the screeching of the backyard's door. The cold wind gushed in my direction, letting my hair fly free. I stepped out in the quiet backyard and inhaled the fresh air of the night.

We moved on the grass before Wayne asked, "Sit, kitten."

I sat down over a comfortable chair and the blindfold finally came off. I gasped and took in the surroundings. The entire backyard was lit up with candles, bunches of roses were spread around and there was a beautiful setting of a dinner date done.

"Wow." I sighed and closed my eyes. "It's so beautiful, Wayne. Thank you." I took his hand and held it to my chest.

"Just as you are." He tucked a piece of hair behind my ears and spoke. "It's the full moon tonight. I can't understand the pain you'd feel on every full moon, but I can relate to it. It will take a while, but I promise you'll heal one day. For now, I just want you to enjoy this one night in my arms." He wrapped them around my shoulders and bent behind me.

My heart fluttered with love when he kissed my cheeks and said all those things I ever wanted to hear. He sat down in front of me, and I held to his gaze for long and smiled. The more I looked into his soul, the easier everything became for me. A billion thoughts and questions spiraled through my mind, but I didn't say anything nor did he. We sat in silence, admiring each other's presence and ignoring the rest of the world as if nothing else mattered other than being with each other.

Nothing else really did.

The full moon hovering over our heads didn't itch me, not even a little. After having a hundred nights of tears and panic attacks, tonight I felt different.

"I want to see it." I whispered.

Lines appeared on his face out of worry. He had enclosed the entire backyard for this one night and I was eager to run out and face the full moon. "Are you sure?"

I nodded, "I want to."

He stood up and pushed his hand out to me. Taking his hand, I got off the chair and away from the food that made my stomach grumble out of hunger. The night was long, and I couldn't hide from it.

I didn't want to.

Mist hung low on the ground and circled around us when we took the stroll out of the enclosing. The leaves rustled along with the soft wind. My heart jumped a little when we stepped out of the enclosure and onto the bare garden. I raised my head and my stomach turned.

The sky was dark, without any color and the full moon hid behind one of the trees. As the tree and its leaves wavered, it came to my view, and I didn't flinch.

It was brilliant.

The memory of my dad's death flashed through my mind and then it disappeared. It bought no pain into my heart or body this once. There was a hollow in my heart when I looked at the moon.

I missed him and that was all.

"Are you okay?" Wayne questioned, grasping my elbow.

I snapped out of my thoughts and turned to him, "Yes, yes."

I wasn't sure what it was—the fact I had accepted Dad's death, the closure I got about Mom behind his murder, or the presence of my mate beside me, healing me from within. Whatever it was, the full moon no longer impacted how I felt about that one night.

It was over.

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