Page 13 of Bullied Forced Omega
No one respects me. People look at me like I’m an outcast, a weirdo. Something to be gawked at or completely ignored.
I can’t do this.
I can’t be Luna to a pack I don’t even like.
I have to leave. And I have to do it now.
Mika isn’t arguing anymore. As much as she wants to be with Jux, the thought of being rejected again and the agony that will follow is too much for her to bear. She’s ready to run, too. Even though it hurts to leave Jux, it hurts less than a rejection.
Leaving my workshop as is, I run back home.
Grabbing a backpack, I shove a few essential basics into it. I can’t take a lot. I must remain inconspicuous if I want to get off the compound without alerting anyone.
I’ll tell the guards I’m going to town for equipment. Just a normal trip to the store. Nothing else.
Except they will probably smell the anxiety seeping through my pores.
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With my things packed and the backpack strung over my shoulder, I slowly spin around to take in my little cottage. It’s the last time I will see it. It has been my home, my safe escape from the rest of the world, and leaving it is heartbreaking and terrifying. But staying will be far worse.
Being rejected by an Alpha will destroy me in more ways than one. My pack will ostracize me even more than they alreadyhave.I can’t stay, Mika. I’m so sorry. But it’s you and me. We’ll get through this, no matter where we end up.
Rogue. That’s where you’ll end up.
I shove the thought from my mind. I can’t deal with that now. I’ll find another pack. I have skills. I can figure this out.
It’s early afternoon when I step out of my cottage, leaving the front door unlocked.
I walk in a straight line towards the forest, thinking it’ll be easier to leave through the less-utilized path.
Mika is whimpering, but not arguing, as we stroll between the trees.
It isn’t until we’re almost at the edge of our territory that I smell him.
Mika leaps into high alertness. The skin on the back of my neck tingles.
“Mira, it’s been a long time,” Jace says, his voice deeper than before. Smooth and husky as it drifts through me like sweet, dark caramel.
I bite my lower lip and turn slowly towards him. He walks closer, too close. Only a few feet from me.
“Hi, Jace,” I say, smiling but tense.
“You’ve changed since I last saw you,” he muses. “Filled out. Taller. Your hair has changed color, too,” he says, leaning his shoulder against a tree and folding his thick, muscular arms across his chest. Muscles bulge at the cuffs of his black t-shirt. Fuck. He has filled out likecrazy. He got so freaking tall that I have to crane my neck back to look him in the eyes. His black hair is thicker and falls in his eyes like dark silk. The cropped shadow of black stubble over his face frames his square jawperfectly. He’s fucking gorgeous. The most attractive man I’ve ever seen in my life. My body starts to vibrate in response to him, and it’s almost impossible to hide the reaction from him.
Worst, I know he can smell me. My body is betraying me as honey spills between my legs.
He smirks, cocking his head to the side as his dark eyes trace over me in slow motion.
“Where are you going, Mira?” he asks.
His scent has changed, too. It’s still him, but the intensity of it… It’s so hard to control myself or my wolf with him this close to me.
“I… I’m going for an afternoon hike,” I stammer, trying to take a step away from him.
“With a backpack?” he muses.
“Snacks,” I blurt out.
