My mate is an Omega?

Blake Summers

Blake’s POV~

As the usual morning goes, I wake up, make breakfast for the pack and then when everyone leaves, I go to school by myself. For the rest of the day, I would sit by myself, eat by myself, talk to no one and definitely not socialise with the ‘popular clique’. I am treated as the packs omega and runt. Beaten, bruised, bullied. All of the bruises, scratches were done my pack; the populars. Everyone would treat me as the lowest of the lowest. Except one person. My mate. 

She’s a part of the popular clique. Marielle Winter. The perfect girl. Long ombre locks, hazel eyes and a slim body. Any guy at this school would want her. From the rumours that spread around like wild fire, she has slept with all the guys in her group. I get angry every time I keep hearing rumours of her sleeping around. Don’t believe what everyone says. She is perfect! Love her and tell her already. She needs to know. My wolf, Alcide, whispered in my head. What if she rejects me? I would rather not let her know and me watch her from afar then to let her reject me and to leave me heartbroken. Every time she walks into the room, her intoxicating smell fills my nose and sets my wolf in extreme bliss. I can’t help but to admire her from afar. I would die for her, take a silver bullet for her even though she doesn’t know me. Blake, she will love you even if you aren’t ‘hot’ or popular. She will love you for you. She is your mate. And she will recognise that tomorrow. She turns 17 tomorrow. Buy her something nice. Alcide yapped happily inside my head. I sighed. Sitting at my own desk by myself. How I wished I was holding Marielle. Her small figure against mine and always being able to feel the tingles and warmth from her. The more I hear her laugh and her voice, the more I want her. But knowing how the popular group works, she will probably reject me. Then I will be left by myself to live alone with no one to love. 

Maybe if I start working more on my appearance then maybe, just maybe, she’ll accept me. But who am I kidding, I am banned from training with the pack. That’s the only reason why I am not toned and muscular. Alpha Jordan had forbid me from training with the pack because he believes that the Omega of the pack is worthless and will only hold the pack back in combat. No one in the pack would show kindness to me, never alone even talk to me. Only Marielle. My special Marielle.

Perfect example of my loneliness is right now in the classroom. No one dares to talk to me and leaves me alone as I work on my studies. “Marielle Winter! Are you even listening to me?” Julian, one of the jocks said. I then hear my mates soft voice reply. “Sorry. What were you saying?” Julian sighed and then continued on speaking. “I was saying, would think you were Alpha Jordan’s mate?” I hear a chair ruffling in the back and then a smooch. “Well if I was lucky enough to have her. I wish.” That damn Alpha. Kissing my mate. Go to her now! Tell her that she’s yours and no one can touch her! Alcide growled in my head. As much as I would like to, I can’t. Hell, I can’t even put up a fight. Then her angelic voice sounded through my ears again. “I wouldn’t care who it was. As long as he’s kind and generous.” Wow. Maybe after all she wouldn’t mind who I am.

“Pfft. Even if it was Blake Summers over there?” Will said as I feel eyes looking directly at my back. Shit. Oh god. She’s gonna say words that would kill me. I can just imagine her saying, Eww. Why him?! Then there was a long pause and silence filled their grouped up table. 

Suddenly, the bell rang bringing me out of my self-conscious mind. I tried to quickly pack my bags before they pass me first. Hearing whispers behind me, I begin to panic and started trembling. Then all the sudden, Luke walked passed and ‘accidentally’ knocked over my table and all my stationary and books fell to the floor. “Oh. Sorry about that. Runt!” He gruffly said as he walked pass with the rest of the group. I hung my head low and started to pick things up from the ground, ignoring the comment. Suddenly my mates aroma filled my nose as she bent down and started to help pick up the stationary. “Sorry for that. He didn’t mean any harm.” She softly whispered as she looked at me apologetically. I didn’t want to say anything. I wouldn’t trust my mouth right now. If I opened my mouth, I would probably end up exposing the truth and embarrass myself. “Mari! Hurry up!” Jordan’s loud voice yelled outside. I watched as she picked up the last pen, handing it to me and brushing her soft skin against mine. Tingles and sparks were left where she touched it. She sent me a kind smile and left to follow them. 

Marielle Winter is my mate.