The Alpha's Omega Mate-Chapter 52: Pain, frustration… and three bottles of heat suppressants.

Chapter 52: Pain, frustration... and three bottles of heat suppressants.

~Dahlia’s POV~

I was stunned into silence, and if I wanted to be true to myself, then I would say that that was a massive understatement.

My body buzzed as several emotions coursed through my entire being, and as I watched Alpha Zarek stalk out of the room, I felt confused. Livid even, to say the least. Something about his mannerisms felt strange, and the way he looked at me so intently, so familiarly... was not the way someone who had lost his memories would.

As these thoughts plagued my mind, I gathered his dishes onto my trolley and began to wheel them out of the room when I stumbled into something— rather someone. I frowned when I came face to face with...

"Madame Berlin." My tone was flat, emotionless, portraying just much I felt about her presence— nothing.

"Have you served the Alpha?" Her clipped tone snapped back, while her eyes shone with so much mischief as she surveyed the dishes scattered on my trolley.

"Yes."

"And he ate?" Now, she sounded stunned as she stared pointedly at the plates, her eyes wide, and I desperately fought the urge to roll my eyes.

I nodded. "Yes." And without another word, continued to wheel the trolley away from her and away from the Alpha’s chamber altogether.

I vaguely heard her surprised gasp before she mumbled something incoherent under her breath just as I rounded the next corner, and that was when it hit me; She had expected him not to eat.

She had expected him to snap at me like he did to the others... and to her, that was my supposed punishment for coming back so late from Beta Orion’s manor.

While her ploys didn’t come as a surprise to me, something else did. And it was the Alpha’s attitude around me.

I still couldn’t shake out the thoughts that he’d been familiarly nice to me, couldn’t shake away the way his eyes had roved my body as if memorising every inch of my skin, and goosebumps spread over my body at the thought.

However, I wasn’t given so much time to think about it because soon I began to feel the effects of the heat suppressants wearing off, and in the place of the cold dark numb I felt earlier, all I felt was fire. A fiery white fire that threatened to scorch me whole. A heat so unbearable, it made my eyes water as my knees wobbled under my weight.

I groaned, throwing my head forward as pain crashed into me in waves so high, if it was the ocean, it would capsize a ship. Tears sprung into my eyes as my body jerked forward painfully and I cried out in anguish, uncaring of anyone would find me like this; uncaring of I would be made fun of.

Desperation gnawed at me as I rummaged through the pockets of my skirt, and then the trolley, but what I was looking for—what I needed— was nowhere to be found.

—The small vials containing heat suppressants!

My eyes widened as frustration crashed into me. "But it was here a few moments ago!" I screamed as I slapped my body one more time, feeling every inch of my skin for one of those small bottles. But there was nothing. I was stunned.

Suddenly, as if a message was being portrayed to me, Madame Berlin’s mischievous smile flashed in my mind’s eye and I gasped.

The wench! She took it!

Wheeling the trolley backwards, I pushed my way back to the Alpha’s chambers with nothing but murder in mind and sure enough, just before I would get there, I found her, smiling and giggling—which was a strange sight— with one of the bodyguards.

My jaws nearly dropped but I composed myself and snarled; "I think you have something of mine, Ma’am!"

At the sound of my voice, Madame Berlin jumped away from the bodyguard so quickly, and it wasn’t until this moment that I realized that the top of her blouse was let loose. The guard’s tunic had also been untucked, causing the sheer material to float around his lean structure like an old flag.

I would’ve gasped in shock, maybe I would’ve been surprised even, but I wasn’t— okay, I was; but my heat suppressants were more important at the moment.

She gritted her teeth, her eyes finding everything around us but my face. She snapped; "You and I know I’ll never take anything that belongs to you, slut!"

And at the sound of her words, I cocked my eyebrows, sarcastically staring pointedly between her and the still flushed bodyguard standing behind her. "I’d say we do not resort to name-calling right now, Madame, or what do you think?"

She blushed. Hard. A red splash of colour spread across her face and her neck, and even though she tried so desperately to hide these, I saw them, and I was delighted with their sight.

She frowned, rearranging her blouse as she spat; "Okay."

"So do you have my heat suppressants with you or not? You’re the only person I’ve run into in the past hour, besides the Alpha, and there’s no way His Grace would have any use for fucking Heat suppressants, or would he?" I seethed coldly, and almost chuckled when she nodded her head frantically.

"Yes... oh, I mean no." She rushed out. "He wouldn’t need those. But Dahlia, I didn’t take your suppressants! I’m not in my heat cycle... I’m not even close to experiencing one yet!"

My eyes thinned as I regarded her coldly. "But..." and then shaking my head as another wave of pain hit my midriff, I snorted; "Nevermind. But if I ever find out you did, everyone would also find out about what I saw here!" I snapped, and with that, I spun around with the trolley still in hand as I made my way back to the kitchen.

After dumping the dirty dishes into the kitchen’s sink, I scourged the entire place in search of my suppressants, but still, they were no where to be found. It felt like they had grown wings and flown off. Like I never even bought them at all.

Frustrated tears slipped into my eyes as I stood from my crouching position and I bit my lips, trembling wildly as more waves of pain crashed into me over and over again.

I cannot bear this. It was too much. And I was sure that my body would probably soon give way, seeing as I couldn’t take it anymore.

Sighing and finally resigning my fate, I turned around and was just about to walk out of the kitchen when I found Ms Jennifer by the door, a smirk dancing across her red plump lips and her dark dress, simply complimenting the darkness in her eyes.

I took a step back. "My lady."

Today, I wasn’t up for her chitchats or the incessant nagging that I had begun to associate with her so I bowed, but just made to walk out of the kitchen when her annoyingly chirpy voice called out;

"Slave!"

I froze.

"Is there something you’re looking for?" She asked, and this time, I had no other option but to turn around to face her.

I shook my head just as a tremor ran up my spine when an electric-like sensation hit my abdomen. "No."

"So you aren’t looking for these?" She asked in a sing-song voice and my eyes widened—almost bulging out of their sockets— when I watched her raise three small vials to the air.

My heat suppressants.

And then she released them, causing them to clatter to the floor in loud smashing sounds, and leaving me feeling quite empty as the vials shattered into several tiny pieces.

I cried out just then in anguish, but it wasn’t only because of my now destroyed suppressants, but also because a sudden flaming fire had crashed into me so strong that I fell to the floor.

Tiny stars danced in my line of vision. But that wasn’t all.

I also felt a strange surge of power.