The New Divorcée | L.S. MPreg | OmegaxAlpha

.Prologue.

Prologue

"I'm sorry it had to come to this," his deep voice mutters. A small red headed beta pushes past the couple, two black suitcases in his arms.

Louis bares his teeth with a growl when he nearly loses his balance. The red head straightens immediately, his eyes going wide at being caught by the alpha. His alpha. Louis hears his heart thump wildly in his chest as he scurries off, placing the bags in the boot of the large black Escalade in the roundabout driveway.

Louis nods to his lover. "Me too. But darling, this was never a good idea. I love you, I really do. But this relationship was dead before it even started. We both know a beta and an alpha don't work. We were foolish to think it ever would. I need more. You need more. We can't even have sex without me refraining myself from hurting you," he confesses sadly.

Zayn nods solemnly and wraps his arms around the slightly taller male, inhaling his prominently Dominant scent. "I'm sorry. I thought it could work out," he whispers quietly.

Louis folds his arms loosely around Zayn's slim waist. "I thought it would, too. But spite marriages never work."

Zayn laughs lightly, his thick chuckle vibrating his chest. "Is that your nice way of telling me I'm not good enough? We both know this is because I'm just a beta."

Louis exhales heavily. "Babe, come on. To put it blunt, yes. I love you. I really do. But I'm an Alpha. Not to mention the packs Alpha. I really do need an omega. And you need a beta. Someone who won't hurt you and force you to leave the house when he goes into rut."

"But you know how rare male omegas are! That's why you got together with a beta in the first place," Zayn exclaims, pulling back. He leaves his hands placed on Louis' slightly, feminine, though he refuses to admit it that way, waist.

Louis smiles softly and nods. "I know. But I know my mate is out there. Somewhere. And I will find him. It's just a matter of time."

Zayn nods and pecks Louis' stubbly cheek. "I love you, Louis. Never forget that."

"I love you, too, Z. More than you'll ever know," Louis nuzzles into his neck.

"I wish it could've worked out."

"Me too."

And with that, Zayn delicately steps down the wooden stairs and is in the SUV, driving back to his own Pack, where his sister is the Omega and his family live, driving out of Louis' life forever.

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The breeze feels heavenly against his face. His ginger fur ripples with the wind as he weaves through the branches and fallen leaves, a path worn with many, many years of travelling paws and feet.

Being small has its advantages.

The strong scent of Shadow Pack hits him like a ton of bricks, but he completely ignored it, the thrill of possibly being caught and punished buzzing through his veins as he dashes through the wood, his tiny paws kicking up dry leaves and the sun beating down on his back. Large green eyes blink, his legs and forearms folding into his body as he hurtles over a fallen log, hitting the ground running.

Its one of the surprisingly warm days in the countryside of England, fall just having arrived and the trees naked from all foliage. The sun is high in the sky, nearly midday as the small boy has already finished all his assigned chores and goes on his daily run. Sometimes he even has time for two runs a day. Those are the good days.

His lungs burn and small white chest heaves as he slows to a nice trot. His ears flick curiously, a content smile spreading across his features as the successful sound of running water floods his senses. He strides across the remaining section of the wood before the ground opens up, a thick wall of bare trees and shrubs blocking the river from view.