Filed To Story: The Omega Destiny
“It is okay my child. We are in the deep recesses of your mind. I have been here, caged without you for as long as you have been caged yourself. My cage may be prettier, but a cage all in its own. I am sorry I couldn’t protect you, my sweet Ayla. There isn’t a moment that goes by that I don’t wish I could have been with you. I would have saved you. I would have saved us.” “You may have been trapped here, but I am happy you weren’t with me. If something would have happened to you, if they would have hurt you because of who we are, I would have died Aramana. I couldn’t live knowing that you were being tortured right alongside me.” I whisper to her as I sit down next to her and watch the water coming down the waterfall.
“It is my honor as your wolf to protect you. And with our special gifts, I could have saved you. I reach out to you often, but you have me locked away. Not intentionally, but I remain away all the same.” “What do you mean I have you locked away? I have been waiting for you and longing for you since we have been freed.” “No Ayla. You have me locked away now out of fear of who we are. Yes, we were stolen because of who we are and the gifts we possess, but you have to come to terms with who you are and who we are destined to be and what we are made to do. You cannot hope for me my child and plan to run away and hide me, hide us from the world. We have a responsibility because of the gifts we possess from the fates. We have a responsibility to rule, to lead, and to use our gifts to better the packs in which we are allied with, a part of, made for.” “We have no pack left. The castle estate and surrounding village was burned to the ground. Burned because of who we are. I was taken and my family murdered because evil alphas decided that they didn’t need to be ruled and didn’t need to have a white wolf around.” “The pack should not have been hidden in the first??lace child. The white wolf is destined to rule. To be the person who decides what gifts help which packs. As a white wolf with the gifting, the first one in 50 plus years, that is your calling. You were made to lead. The shifter world needs accountability. There are evil packs with evil agendas. The gift was chosen for you. I was chosen for you. That means you are called, and you have the ability within yourself to do it. You just have to accept it for me to be free.”
“I don’t want to rule. I can’t. I am broken. I have panic attacks, hallucinations, nightmares. I live my life constantly functioning with a low level of fear. I thought I had a close bond to Thane, but I was wrong. I am alone. If I don’t have you, I have nothing. I need you Aramana.” “You have to accept me child. When you do, I will protect you. I will keep you safe. Nobody will harm a head on our head ever again. We are gifted by the fates. Called to lead bravely and with strength. Do not underestimate what I will do to keep you safe Ayla. You may be timid and fearful now, but I am not. You will heal and recover, and I will protect you while you do. I will eliminate any who dare wish us harm. I will rip out the throats of all that have wronged us Ayla.” My chest tightens as I take in her words. She is right. I am timid and fearful, Quiet and not bold, but as I sit here watching my wolf and taking in her words, I know that she means it. Her words hold power, and I feel them. She is strong and brave. She is bold and fearless. Everything I wish I was. I am not sure however, if I can bring myself to take on that personality, that role. “That is a lot to think about Aramana. I want you at person.” “You have time to think Ayla. I am always here, deep. I always will back, but I don’t know if I am strong enough to be feel it, I will breakthrough your holds and I will return to you. I just hope you make the right decision before that happens.” “What is that supposed to mean Aramana?” She is looking at me, but she is staring to fade. The trees are getting blurry, and my surroundings are moving. I can no longer hear the waterfall and rushing water. I am losing her.
be. You will come to a point where you need me.
Thane
I am sitting here in Ayla’s room mulling over the folder of information in front of me. Kian Crestford. 26 years old. Member of the Midnight Pack. Owner of Last Call Bar and Grille in town and apparently Ayla’s fated mate. Cyrus dug him up rather quickly using CCTV. Young, mediocre man with a rumored gambling problem. Sure, he is decent looking and healthy, but he really has nothing to add to little wolf. I find myself surprised that the fates would pair hier with sotne average shifter when she seems so much bigger, so much more. I can’t picture little wolf as average, or anything below high level of excellence for that matter. She has such a vibrant life inside of her that needs to be restored, and I can’t picture that Healing taking place in a bar. Will she want to work there? Will she put her safety at risk mingling with other shifters. Shifters that could stare at her all night and make advancements towards her fueled by liquid courage. The idea of other alphas anywhere near little wolf has me growling and Ronan snarling.
However, as I stare at little wolf, I have to remind myself that she can’t be mine. If Kian proves to be her fated mate, all closeness between us needs to be cut off. I couldn’t continue to help her and have these strong of feelings towards her. I may not be able to control myself and that wouldn’t be fair to her or her mate. What a fricken mess????ave made.
“Alpha Thane, I have the medication to arouse Ayla and get her out of her sedation. Is it okay if I proceed? Yes Eric, it’s been two days. Let’s wake her up and see if anything has changed.” Eric proceeds to inject medication into Ayla’s IV site. Little wolf immediately starts to roll her eyes back and forth under her lids and can hear faint, deep groans as she tries to arouse herself. “Little wolf, it is Thane and Eric. You are in the clinic, and we want you to wake up for us.” She makes a cute frown slash pout face and starts to move her arms and legs around a bit. “That’s it little wolf, wake up. You can do it. I need you to open your eyes Ayla.” a few more groans and those beautiful teal eyes are blinking heavily at me.
Hello, little wolf. I am glad that you could come back to us. Do you feel okay?” I ask her while reaching out and holding her tiny hand in mine. Damn I missed that little hand. She looks up at me with a mixture of confusion and longing. Like she can’t believe she is seeing me. Damn it. I shouldn’t have stayed away from her, but I also needed and continue to need to. She can’t be mine. I can’t be hers. She nods her head “yes.” and I help her sit up and take a drink of water. “I am going to fill you in on what happened and then we can talk with a pad of paper afterwards. You were having a panic attack and hallucinating and hurting yourself. Eric and I decided to sedate you and bring you to the clinic. While here at the clinic we tossed around theories about reconnecting to your wolf among other things. We decided to sedate you deeply in hopes you would find your wolf and reconnect. It has been two days since we sedated you. Did you make contact with your wolf?” She studies me hesitantly for a several seconds before nodding her head “yes.” “Did you reconnect with your wolf Ayla?” I ask hopeful, but she nods her head “no.” “Were you able to have a conversation with her?” she nods her head “yes.” “Well, that is a start I suppose. I was hoping you would connect with your wolf because I need her help.” With that she stares at me with her brows furrowed, confusion written on her features. “There has been a shifter come forth from the town that claims he smelled his fated mates smell in the hair salon I took you to, and that the smell that triggered it was lavender. Which, to my knowledge, you are the only shifter around her with that unique smell and you did get your hair cut there prior to him.”
She sits up more and draws her knees to her chest. Damn it, she looks scared and confused. Not what I wanted when she just woke up. “I know this is a lot to take in Ayla. Especially with us, but I have to talk to you about it. See how you feel about meeting him. I am concerned that you may not be able to recognize the fated mate bond without your wolf. However, Eric feels that contact with your fated mate could bring out your wolf and he recommends you meet this potential mate of yours asap. The choice is yours. I have his information. We tracked him down. Regardless of what you decide, we also need to talk about us.” She looks at me sadly, takes a deep breath and nods in agreement while frowning. “Let’s get you dressed and get you back to your rooms. We can talk then, and I can have some food delivered. I am going to let Eric know while I step out.” She nods in agreement, and I step out of the room. I had my nose a millimeter above her sweet cunt, but I leave the room for her to get dressed? I don’t understand my actions, but I can get lost in the memory of my face between her legs while she came all over my hand. “Eric, can you send someone in to help her dress and then I will take her back to her rooms.” “Yes alpha.”
30 minutes later we are driving back to the packhouse. The elevator provided an awkward silence and so did the walk to her rooms. I don’t even know where to start with this conversation. My mind and my heart are warring within themselves, and I am left with confusion to sift through. Ayla sits on her couch, and I sit beside her. Clearing my throat, I decide to break the ice first. “Ayla, I want you to know that I pulled away from you. I realize I did it and I made that decision for many reasons, but you deserved to know about it and my thought process behind it, especially after the night we had, and I apologize for not talking to you. This is a difficult conversation for me. I decided many years ago that I would wait for my fated mate. Family is important to me, I have none left Ayla. I want to give my full self to my fated mate and make myself a new family. One that I love with everything and protect with all of me. I decided that I wouldn’t have relationships, that I wouldn’t give any piece of my heart to anyone. For the first time, that has been difficult for me to do. To remember. I find myself longing for you and wanting to give you a piece of me that nobody has, but I can’t. It wouldn’t be fair to you if we continued with the traction between us and then I find my mate and have to leave you. Not after what you have seen through. Maybe me pulling back was a blessing. Now, you have a potential fated mate. That may have not happened if I hadn’t pulled back. I don’t know. I do know that I don’t want to pull back. I am jealous and I want you to
Ayla
Sitting with Thane on the couch isn’t as uncomfortable as I thought it would be. It feels natural to be in his presence, but to hear that she is developing feelings for me, it a lot to take in. I know that there is an attraction between the two of us that is strong. I feel it and he does as well, but with my fated mate in the picture, we can never be. Thane keeps throwing out the word “potential in regard to my fated mate. I don’t know why a complete stranger would lie about sensing their fated mate. All I know is my life seems to be a constant roller coaster of events currently and I want ff of the ride. It is too much to handle. Hearing Thane admit that he has no family is heart breaking as I understand the pain he dealing with. Maybe that is part of the reason we are drawn to each other. I pick up the pad of paper and scribble out a not? and pass it over to him. “What happened to my family?” he repeats back to me and I nod in agreement. ‘Well little wolf, my ttle sister was abducted by a shifter ring within the last seven years. She was young like you were. She was missing for a few months. We were never able to locate her and then one day her body surfaced in a ditch on the side of the road. Thrown out like trash because they were through with her. She was beautiful and the light of a room. So airy and carefree. Confident, fun. Someone took her and broke her, and I could do nothing to stop it.” He quickly glances down at his hands, wringing his fist together. You can tell this is difficult for him to discuss and something he hasn’t had the ability to deal with. “Her name was Emily. She had deep brown eyes, almost black as night and a birth mark of a crescent moon behind her…” I immediately sit up right out of shock and grab his wrist, pointing to behind my right ear. He looks out me bewildered, mouth a part, a slight gasp audible. “Did you know her little wolf?” I nod my head yes in agreement and grab the pad of paper from him. I write my note ant pass it back over.
“She was with me where you found me. She was the only friend I had or made. She would always talk to me. Constantly. She didn’t care if she got in trouble or not. She would always tell me not to give up hope. That we would get out together. She talked about her family always and her older brother she was just sure I would have an attraction to. Guess she was right.” he repeats my note back to me and looks up at me with sadness in his eyes. “That sounds like my Emily. She talked all the time. Loved everyone. I am glad you two had each other.” He clears his throat and turns his head, not before I notice a singular tear slide down his cheek before he hurries up to wipe it away. I take the note pad to write and pass it back to him. “I am glad she didn’t suffer as long as I did. I know that doesn’t change anything but have peace in that knowledge.” He reads while nodding his head in agreement. “Yes, little wolf, I too am glad she didn’t stay with them that long. However, knowing what you went through and knowing that she went through it herself is difficult to bare. It is the reason I no longer have parents, but that is a story for a different day. He places his hand on my knee and gives it a gentle squeeze. “I really should be going little wolf. I wanted you to know how I felt, not to guilt you or sway you in anyway. I don’t want that. If this shifter is your fated mate, then I want you to be happy, but it will have to change things between us, and I wanted you to know that. I could tell you more, ask you questions about Emily, but I don’t think I can right now. I do hope you see why finding the ringleader of the traffickers is so important to me and why I need to understand the reason behind them keeping you so long. It really could help us find who is responsible, so it doesn’t happen anymore.” I nod my head in agreement, and he stands to go to the door.
‘Keep that file on your potenti mate. Look it over and decide if you want to meet him or not. There would normally be no reason not, but you have extensive trauma to work through and he does know that yet. We haven’t told him we found you either. Eric thinks he could help pull your wolf out. I am not so sure. Decide and let me know Ayla.” With that, he bends down and kisses me on the cheek and leaves my rooms. I grab the folder off of the coffee table and head to my bed. I change into lounge clothes and curl up against the headboard and snuggle deep into my comforter. I open the folder, and I am met with a photo of a shifter. Appears to not be an alpha. He is cute, in a boyish sense. Sandy blonde, wavy hit. Nice jaw line, muscular build. Not as much as Thane and clearly not as tall. No dimples either. Why would the fates pair me with a shifter without dimples when every time I see Thane’s I want to take a bite out of him? He does have a nice smile. I am an omega; however, I thought omegas almost always were paired with strong alphas due to our ability to take the largest knots and live the most children. That part doesn’t make sense, but maybe what I heard was wrong.
Do I want to meet a stranger that claims my scent is a match for him? I could reconnect with Aramana and be sure, but if he finds out I am a gifted white wolf, he could tell others, he could expect me to step into my seat of authority, he could shun me. He could sell me off. My thoughts are racing with just about every negative thing I could conjure up. Fated mates wouldn’t treat their significant other that way. The bond wouldn’t allow it, or so I was taught when I was little. I guess that doesn’t mean it is true. He may not want me. I am damaged goods with enough mental trauma to be institutionalized for life with. I have no way of knowing if he really is my mate or what is intentions would be without meeting him. Maybe the bond would form, and we would forget about the world, and he would leave with me. We could start over somewhere and he could love me, without my wolf. I also have to think about protecting her from the world. However, if we leave, there is no Thane. If I have a mate, there is no Thane. If Thane doesn’t do relationships, and I am clearly not his mate, then there is no Ayla and Thane. Every way I look at it leads to no Thane. That realization hurts my heart. For some reason, I don’t want to leave him. Maybe its infatuation because he rescued me. Maybe everything I feel for him will leave once my bond slips in place. I don’t know, but there is only one way to find out.