The Alpha's Omega Mate-Chapter 93: A fragment of my imagination.

~Zarek’s POV~

I stood by my window staring out at the dark clouds and at the now quiet city as the rain came upon us in high torrents.

And just like the troubled stormy cloud above, my heart was troubled. But I didn’t know why.

I subconsciously thought back to the conversation I had with Dahlia earlier today— the one where she’d brushed me off like I was a toy she no longer wanted, then I drifted to the one with Jennifer and her father... and the intense hate I had felt towards Orion after seeing him laze around the throne room so casually...

But what troubled me was none of those. It was something more intense... something more gripping, and for some reason, I couldn’t wrap my finger around it.

But still, it didn’t stop the way I felt restless. Or the way my wolf seemed so antsy I could literally hear his footsteps in my head as he pranced about restlessly.

"What is happening to me?" I mused under my breath. "What the hell is going on?"

’Should we check on our mate? She could be scared. Maybe her daughter is still unwell...’ my wolf supplied through the mind link we shared, and I immediately shook my head.

It’s raining heavily and she’d specifically asked me to stay away from her.

But she’s in pain... I can feel it.

I can feel it too, but we cannot help right now. Let’s sit this one out.

No.

Moartea! I say sit this one ou—

"Alpha, the slave girl was just in an accident. We think she may be dead!" The frantic voice of Drogon, my trusted bodyguard, called from the door and as soon as I heard those words, I froze.

It felt as though the earth had stopped rotating on its axis and that all life had been snuffed out of me. Hell, I could no longer even see colors or hear sounds anymore.

That was how stunned I was.

A few seconds of silence passed between us and when words finally slipped through my frozen lips, they sounded distant... strange... like they weren’t mine but someone else’s. And they sounded like they were coming from a thousand miles away. I rasped out; "What happened?"

"She fell from the top of the fortress. Some people suspect that she’d tried to commit suicide."

My heart plummeted.

And then my words slammed against my head, swirling around my mind with a brain shattering speed;

"And I wouldn’t let you reject me either. Since punishment is what you truly desire, then I’ll gladly give it to you. I’ll mark you and I’ll ensure that you feel it anytime my wolf’s in the arms of another woman, and vice versa. Let’s see how long you can keep up with that."

An agonized wail tore out from the back of my throat as my body soon began to convulse. My knees wobbled but I didn’t try to hide my pain. I simply let it pull me to the ground, wailing even louder as my heart squeezed painfully in my chest.

Goddess, this was all my fault! I had pushed her to her death.

I’d made her commit suicide.

Without a thought and with my tears blinding me, I scrambled to my feet and rushed out of my chambers, and out of the house altogether.

I needed to see her.

I needed to feel her.

Hell, I had no idea where I was headed. I didn’t even know where she was before running out, but as soon as I made my way out of the house and into the heavily pouring rain, it felt as though my instincts kicked in.

Like my wolf was suddenly alert.

I sniffed in a lungful of air and froze when I soon realized that her smell was so potent outside, it nearly made my jittery wolf somersault.

It was her blood. And it was so much... too much, that was why it seemed to saturate the entire air. That was why it felt as though I could smell her everywhere.

My heart rolled on itself, squeezing so tight as guilt so massive settled at the base of my stomach and more tears streamed down my face.

Goddess, this was all my fault. I’d been the reason she’d thought of this way out. I was the reason she was probably somewhere under this pouring rain now laying in a pool of her own bloo—

"Shit!" The curse slipped past my lips when I finally found her body in the growing darkness, and Hades, it was worse than what I had imagined.

Her limbs were twisted in angles that I once thought were impossible, and a dark pool of blood floated eerily around her.

My heart broke.

Now, my vision was full blown blurry. Tears poured down freely now as I knelt beside her still form and cradled her into my arms.

My Dahlia was cold. Icy cold. And her once creamy skin now looked ashen. Plump pink lips were white and thin and her hair which always seemed to light up my world now looked like a mop of old brown locs.

She seemed gone. Like her light was out.

Like my light was out.

"Arggggghhhh!" I wailed. The cry tore up from the depths of my soul, causing the ground beneath me to tremble slightly; But it was nothing compared to the grief swallowing me whole. It was nothing compared to the pain that was eating me alive and threatening to pull me into an abyss.

My body shook violently as more cries slipped out, and I continued to cry... continued to scream like a possessed man.

Until I felt it.

A movement.

"Goddess, if you now intend to play tricks on me in my moment of despair, then I’ll find you and I’ll make sure you perish from the scorching blades of my sil—" the words trailed off as another movement caught my attention.

Dahlia was moving.

She wasn’t dead... not now... not ever.

Desperately wiping the tears on my face with the back of my sleeves, I slowly but carefully picked her up, cradling her strewn limbs in my arms as I eagerly looked down at her pale face.

As I desperately prayed to the moon goddess for a miracle. Another movement... something to prove that I wasn’t going mad.

She moved again and my breath hitched.

And then her eyelids fluttered open.

Electric blue eyes met mine and I froze.

"But how?"

Dahlia is an Omega, and that fall... my eyes darted to the top of the fortress and I trembled slightly when I saw how high it was... how far the distance she’d fallen from was.

But right now, I didn’t care. Right now, there was nothing I cared about besides Dahlia.

So despite my mind screaming at me that it was just a fragment of my imagination, and that she was dead— too dead to move or even look up at me— I picked her up and ran.

And I ran like a mad man under the pouring rain with one direction in mind:

the pack’s hospital.