Not An Omega [ON HOLD]

Chapter 3 ~EDITTED ONCE~

So I saw like 6 reads on the first chapter and 13 reads on the second... Doesn't even make sense...

Oh well. Oh! And before I forget, (am I even talking to talking with anyone right now?) this chapter is OFFENSIVE TO TWIHARDS out there... Actually, it's leaning on THG and HP ...

Why is this book so biased?

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Mel

Mate! My wolf, Valerie, basically squealing at me.

I didn't exactly look. My face was still looking down.

Should I be scared? The Alpha claimed that he was a rogue...

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Jace

Why isn't she looking at me?

Cause, dude, she has a boyfriend and loves him too much to look at guys besides him.

I took a sharp intake. What.

Nahh. She quickly saw your face and thought that you were too ugly for her.

Really bro?

Kidding! Yeesh... It's not like the Alpha's and Beta's sons like her or anything...

SHUT UP!

I could barely think straight with my wolf, Aaron, saying scenarios in my head...

She probably isn't a virgin anymore...

And now I'm shaking.

"Jace- was that his name Alpha- ? Are you okay?" My angelic mate asked, looking up.

Great! Now my mate thinks I'm some sort of weirdo.

'Cause you are one?

Thanks for the support. Geez.

Realizing that I didn't reply, I hastily said, "I'm fine... Who are you?"

My mate, (Hey! I don't know her name! Yet...), looked a little hurt.

"Hey! Hey! Um, I didn't mean that! I mean," I sound like a doofus don't I? "What is your name? Yeah, that's what I mean..."

My little mate jumped. "Ohh."

I frowned. Obviously, she thought something else. I tried to hide my frown and make it less obvious, but she saw anyways.

But, at that moment, the Alpha interrupted us.

"It's good to know Mel has found her new mate today, but it seems as a neighboring Alpha has lost his omega, saying that him name was Jace." The Alpha said, raising his eyebrows at me.

My breath hitched.

"Sir! I swear there is a good explanation for this!" I fumbled my words out.

Silence.

More. Silence.

Then, Mel, placed her hands on my own, almost as saying that she would being there, with me, no matter what happens.

(Sorry for the cliché part...)

All I feel are sparks. Coming exactly from Mel's hands.