The Alpha's Omega Mate-Chapter 74: Strange.

~Zarek’s POV~

"Send for Dahlia, tell her there’s something I want to show to her." I said to the quiet petite maid tying the ropes of my robe together, and she stopped to bow before scampering off to do as told.

I sighed then, rubbing at my face as I finished with my robes and went over to my drawer to pick out the small pouch of coins I’d kept there earlier. It was for her— okay not exactly— but was for the enrollment of her daughter into the pack’s school.

Deep down, I knew that Dahlia would have a hard time accepting it so I had come up with a proposal for her. A job I knew she would hardly dismiss. One that I’d convince her into believing I’d cut off the borrowed money from her monthly allowance even though I knew I wouldn’t.

I smiled. Things were going just as planned. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

A rasp knock on my door snapped me out of my reverie and I looked up expectantly, whilst shifting my robes to appear more presentable. I shouted; "Come in!"

I swear, I thought it was Dahlia. I had been so occupied by thoughts of her that I had forgotten to take a sniff to know who was by the door. My smile instantly fell when Jennifer slipped into the room, her face radiant, a smug smile plastered across her face.

She looked me up and down as if accessing a snack, and then she squealed; "You look... so gooood!"

My frown deepened, the compliment flying above my head. I crossed my arms over my chest as I watched her cat-walk her way into the room like she owned the place, and then I drawled; "Jennifer."

"Yes, your Grace?"

"What are you doing here so early in the morning?"

"I came to see you, your Grace." She purred, her voice soft. "You said you’d be with me by the crack of dawn but you never came so I had to come seek you out myself."

Besides her smug expression, another thing that annoyed me immensely was the sheer clothing she was draped in. It was a dress alright. A beautiful red dress with a neckline so deep, it plunged down to the top of her stomach, causing her breasts to almost spill out of its confines with every seductive step she took closer.

The slits on both sides of the dress were nothing to talk about. They were so high, exposing her legs and thighs— and doing absolutely nothing to shield her groin— as she glided over.

Disgust crept over me like maggots over a corpse and I frowned when she stopped to smile at me whilst trailing a perfectly manicured hand up her exposed thigh. She deftly pushed the silky material to the side and I balked when noticed that she had nothing underneath. She was bare, her body neatly shaven.

And she was showing me everything.

"Do you like what you see, Alpha?" She asked, her husky voice sounding like a caress, but I said nothing. I was too stunned to speak. Too irritated to react.

For many men, this would’ve been a turn on, but for me, all I could see were the inconsistencies. How this wasn’t the creamy soft skin I longed to see. How these round perky breasts were not the full succulent ones I wanted to wrap my mouth around.

I drew in a deep breath, squeezing my eyes shut, and to prevent myself from growling in rage, I bit down on my tongue so hard, I tasted my blood.

"I was busy, Jennifer." I gritted through my teeth. "And I still am. I’ll come see you by the time I’m a bit freer."

She said nothing. I didn’t hear a sound. By the time I peeled my eyes open seconds later, she was already standing before me, completely naked, her skin glistening with scenting oils and whatnot.

My jaw ticked.

"Jennifer."

"Your Grace?"

"Go and wear your clothes." I said slowly, as calmly as I could, but she didn’t move to do as told. Instead, she went on her knees before me, her eyes locking onto mine as she moved.

And that was when I smelled it.

She smelled like Dahlia.

My wolf howled.

For a moment, my vision waned. My body trembled uncontrollably, my cocked throbbed painfully. I could smell her everywhere, see her everywhere. She was in my head, she was before me, between my legs, unclasping the buttons of my pants. And I couldn’t stop her.

Because at the moment, she was Dahlia.

What the hell is happening?

I opened my mouth to speak, to question what the hell was happening to me, to my wolf, but as soon as my lips parted, a lustful moan slipped past, and I jerked slightly when I felt warm hands closing around my dick, squeezing hard, playing with my balls.

"Come on, loosen up a little. Don’t be so uptight. You know you want to fuck me." A breathy voice whispered below me and I gritted my teeth together, throwing my head back as pleasure the size of a rock slammed into me.

I groaned in pleasure when suddenly, warmth descended upon my cock and I knew then that she was taking me into her mouth, sucking me off, giving me the best blow off I’ve ever received in my entire life.

I do not know for how how long she continued to suck me off, but when I couldn’t take it any longer, when it felt like I was about to explode, I latched my fingers into her hair, using it to hold her head in place while I thrust forward into her mouth to keep up with her pace.

And she took it. Like a good girl; gagging whenever my fat member hit the back of her throat in hard thrusts but continuing anyways.

My body jerked slightly, my cocked swelled, and with a low grunt, I released my seed into her mouth. And she licked it clean.

Just then, my vision began to go blurry, tiny stars danced in my line of sight. I fell limply into the bed, too exhausted to move, too sated to care.

I vaguely felt fingers closing around my cock, vaguely felt someone lowering herself onto me. I wondered how it was possible, that I was still rock hard, but I was; and my hardness slipped into a warmth that made a breathy moan escape my lips.

"Say you like this, Alpha." A feminine voice urged on, but I was too tired to make out words. Too limp to say the words.

The person soon began to grind against me, moaning as she took me in over and over again. Soon she was bouncing over my cock, crying, sobbing... trembling as she took all of my length in.

And just as if I had been locked in a dream, my vision cleared, my dulled senses became alert. My eyes widened when I saw Jennifer bouncing over my cock, with sweat glistening over her pale skin.

I froze.

"Jennifer?" My voice sounded hoarse, dark with a mixture of disbelief and disgust, and I saw something akin to fear fleet past Jennifer’s face for a minute before she regained her composure.

"Shhh," she moaned, "just let me fuck you."

Anger like no other rammed into me. In utter rage, I shoved her away from me but as I did that, my eyes flew to the door.

The stupid door that Jennifer had left open.

And Dahlia was standing there, her eyes red, her hands trembling uncontrollably.

I opened my mouth to tell her what this was, to explain to her that this was all a big misunderstanding, a mistake, but she never waited to listen to what I had to say,

As she turned and fled.

Leaving me more broken than my now shattered dignity.

And leaving me with the one person who created this mess in the first place. My eyes thinned into fierce slits as I glared at Jennifer who still laid on the bed, her body shaking, her exposed pussy glistening with her juices and mine.

The scene repulsed me, made my body tremble with rage. And I knew that I should question her, I should ask her how that had happened.

But I did not.

Instead, I turned away and stormed out of the room.

I couldn’t face her now. I couldn’t lower myself to tainting my hands with her blood.

I needed to shift.