The Alpha's Omega Mate-Chapter 82: Let me go.

~Dahlia’s POV~

Every moment I spent watching them chat animatedly amongst themselves made my heart burn with anger.

Every time he’d lean close to her to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, feed her something or whisper something to her made me mad.

He acted like he could not notice the killing glares I sent in his direction or the discomfort I felt watching them so close, even when I knew that he could.

Desperate to get him out of here, I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and coughed loudly, and in that moment, he lifted his head to look at me.

Our eyes met.

Green eyes met blue eyes.

And in that moment, I forced myself to channel all the rage I could feel... all the disgust and the disappointment, and I made sure it would be as clear as day on my face as I glared straight at him. I saw him balk. Noticed the way his hand froze midair, but then he looked away when she pulled at the sleeve of his robe to catch his attention. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

My anger skyrocketed.

That felt like the last straw. The final move that snapped something inside of me, and because I could no longer bear to see my daughter and Alpha Zarek appear so happy together anymore, I cleared my throat and said; "Alpha, I think it’s time for her to return to bed. She’s still weak and recovering, and it’s only—"

"Mommy, I feel fine." Amara whined, interrupting me. And for a moment, I felt dread crash into me like a freight train... that’s before I felt the rage, the all consuming rage eating deep into my chest as I glared in her direction.

"And that for me to decide." I snapped, my voice clipped. It was devoid of my usual warmth and it gave no room for any form of argument.

Amara immediately snapped her mouth shut when she heard the tone of my voice, but from the look on her face and how she folded her small arms across her chest, I knew that she was pissed. Well duh, she was free to join the angry party.

Ignoring her, I turned to Alpha Zarek— the man whom I desperately wanted out of this room, the man whose presence made my body react in ways that I hated— to see that he was already watching me intently. His green eyes darkened as they roved my body, causing my skin to prickle with heat as he did, and when he finally managed to drag them up to my face, his nostrils flared. I even noticed how something in his jaws ticked.

But I glanced away.

He wanted to say something. That I was sure of, but I had no intention of listening to more lies.

"Okay." He finally said, his voice cold. He swiftly rose to his feet, carrying Amara in his arms— as if to annoy me even further— and then he placed her gently into the bed before turning to me.

"Dahlia," he called out softly— too softly, it made my stomach do a flip. "I want to talk to you for a moment," he drawled, and then looking straight in Amara’s direction, he added; "...Alone."

I gulped as heat crept up my face.

Deep down, I knew that a private conversation with Alpha Zarek was like setting myself up. I knew that I shouldn’t do it... that I shouldn’t listen because it meant disaster. But from the firm set of his chin, and the way his eyes seemed to drill holes into my skin, I also knew that he wouldn’t leave this room until I agreed.

I went silent as my body buzzed with raw emotions. As my wolf preened in his presence.

I wondered if his wolf could feel the presence of my wolf or if it was hidden just like the power that I seemed to possess these days; But just as I wondered these things, I was suddenly snapped out of my reverie when I felt a strange warmth enveloping my body.

My eyes snapped to my hands and they nearly fell out of their sockets when I saw my hands in Alpha Zarek’s. He was holding them and he was watching me with an emotion I couldn’t quite decipher on his face.

The feel of his hands in mine felt like heaven. It sent jolting electricity running up my spine. My face heated up in embarrassment and want. But I didn’t react that way to him. I reacted to him like his touch burned my skin. Like it disgusted me. I withdrew my hands so fast and so unladylike-ly that I almost stumbled to the floor.

In a small voice— one that was too steady despite my inner turmoil, I whispered; "Please, don’t try to touch me again, Alpha."

He froze.

"Dahlia, you don’t possibly hate me now. Do you?" His voice was quiet— too quiet. It made my heart clench in my chest.

I could see the way his eyes occasionally darted to Amara, could feel how tense he was by how rigid his shoulders were. I could even swear that I could feel the sadness rolling off him in waves, but I ignored all of those.

When I wouldn’t respond to his question, he turned to me again, his green eyes alight with several fleeting emotions. He said; "Please step out with me for a second. I promise to not take too much of your time."

"And you know you don’t have to be so polite to me. You’re Alpha, remember?" I spat back in a voice so cold and so bitter, it made his eyes snap to mine. He didn’t say a word, he simply nodded before turning to walk away.

And I had no choice but to follow.

I carefully shut Amara’s door before following him out of the ward and the hospital altogether. We had already walked a few meters away from the hospital, and away from prying ears when he stopped to turn to me, and because I’d been so lost in thoughts, trudging behind him like a lamb being led to the slaughter, I didn’t realize when he stopped walking and bounded straight into his chest.

A sharp groan escaped my lips and in shock, I stumbled backward. But before I could fall, warm arms circled around my waist and back, pulling me flush against the only body that always managed to set my skin ablaze— and the only body which I coincidentally hated the most right now.

I quickly stepped out of his hold, my face burning. I bowed; "Thank you, your Grace."

"Stop with the formalities, Dahlia. You’ve seen me naked more times than I could count. You are my mate. You don’t have to pretend like what we share is—"

"Nothing." I snapped, interrupting him. "What we share is nothing but the relationship between a master and his slave. I saw you naked because I had to. Have you forgotten that you acquired me to be a hole where you can stick your manhood into whenever you feel like? Am I complaining? No, and that’s because that’s just fine."

"Dahlia!"

"However, what’s not fine is you trying to delude me into thinking we’re more than what we are. What’s not fine is you calling me your mate in private when I am nothing but your foreign whore in public. What’s not fine is intentionally stringing me on because you want to, when the woman you really want is someone else!"

"And that’s a lie, Dahlia... and you know it." He snapped, but I could only shake my head at him.

"I care about you, Dahlia and I don’t see you as a hole or however way you must’ve put it. Jennifer isn’t the woman I want—"

"Then maybe you don’t know what you want." I spat, interrupting him.

I saw the way he froze. I could notice the negative effects my words were having on him but I couldn’t stop, not when all I’ve been saying was nothing but the truth. Not when he couldn’t even deny the fact that I’d seen him in bed with Ms Jennifer.

Right there and then, I decided that I wouldn’t let his words get to me. That I couldn’t allow this feigned care for Amara and I mislead me into believing that we could be something.

Shaking my head, I took a step further away from him, as if to create more walls between us, and then said; "It all doesn’t matter, Alpha. You don’t have to explain anything to your slave."

"But you’re not my slave!" He cried, his face twisting into a mask of frustration and barely contained rage. "What you saw that day... it wasn’t even real. I didn’t know what happened... how it happened. One minute I was thinking about you and the next, she was all over me. And you... you were by the door."

’And horses could fly’ I thought to myself, but I didn’t dare say that aloud. I simply nodded.

He seemed to take my silence as compliance because then he grabbed both of my hands again and stepped closer to me. "I would never try to hurt you, Dahlia. I swear it."

I smiled. He was lying. "I know."

"And Jennifer isn’t the woman I love."

Another lie. "Maybe... but she loves you. She’s the woman the people want for you. She’s the woman you can show off."

"But you’re the woman I want to show off."

Another lie and I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my hands out of his hold and took a step back. "I don’t want you to show me off." I said in a tight voice. "I want you to let me go. Beta Orion said that he wants to marry me, and I think he means it. I want you to allow him."