The Alpha's Omega.

Chapter 9: Getting To Know Marissa (Marissa P.O.V.)

Recap: Marissa and Jacob are standing outside of Marissa's door.

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"Everyone? Eeven the Omegas," I asked, my voice hopeful.

"Of course not. The Omega's are useless to the pack except for service purposes," he states matter-of-factly.

"O-Oh, I understand," I said giving him a sad smile.

I looked down and away from Jacob's eyes.

If Jacob could do so to his own pack, what would he do to me? Shun me? Beat me like my father? Or would he treat me just the same as them? 'Useless to the pack,' and 'only for service purposes' rang loud and clear throughout my head. Then the thought rang true in my mind, louder than the words of my Mate. He would reject me. For sure. No doubt about it. Rejection. I knew tears were threatening to spill and was instantly thankful for the fact that he could not see the pain and fear, that seamed to be tattooed on my face.

"What's wrong," he asked.

"Nothing," I said, my gaze still averted.

"Bullshit," he growled his wolf obviously pissed.

I flinched and ran for the stairs.

I couldn't do it. I cannot risk the chance of Jacob finding out the truth of who I am. The pain would just simply be too strong.

I knew Jacob was chasing after me, but I couldn't care less.

When I reached the stairs my body came to a complete stop.

Daniel.

I wanted to speak. To say something. But I couldn't.It felt as if my lips were being weighed down by horses. I wanted to cry and hug him, to smile and laugh with him, and the beat the shit out of him for leaving me.

Daniel.

He has grown. His face chizzled, and stubbly. His hair a sandy blonde mop upon his determined, but soft face. His eyes were the same though. A captivating, yet loving and protective green.

Daniel.

I was studying the scar from his right ear to his jaw. When Jacob thought it was a good time to start going all possessive mate on me.

In a split second, Jacob was on top of Daniel, ready for the kill.

Oh shit!

Bounding down the stairs, I panicked. I needed to protect my brother but, how?

Quickly, I do the first thing that comes to mind. I kick Jacob.

As Jacob gathers his anger, he gives me a confused look.

"Brother! Jacob, he's my brother," I screamed.

Jacob, still looking confused, bounded up the stairs to put clothes on.

While he was gone I sat down on Daniel's lap, and sobbed my heart out.

I missed him so much.

"Well, Marissa, let's go," Jacob called over my shoulder, before trying to remove me from Daniel's lap.

"Tomorrow," I whispered.

"Fine. But, I want you to come visit me in my office in an hour," he snarled, walking away.

I shivered. He's never spoken to me like that.

"You should go wash up, I will see you tomorrow," Daniel says.