The Alpha's Omega Mate-Chapter 100: Another woman that isn’t Dahlia.

~Zarek’s POV~

For a minute, I was too stunned to speak. Too enraged to form coherent sentences, and too confused to make out the weird emotions zapping across my chest.

I felt hurt, anger, sadness... and longing, all at once. And for some weird reason, it wasn’t directed at Dahlia. No, it was directed at Nyx. The woman who had broken me beyond repair in the past. The one who I have refused to speak to ever since she came here several weeks ago... and the woman who now glared back at me with fiery eyes, flared nostrils and a kind of fire that I’ve not seen in a long time... the kind of fire that had pulled me to her in the first place.

A long time ago, I was Jennifer.

And Derek, my half brother was me.

And Nyx was Nyx.

It had been a sunny afternoon in the late summer, and one of those that my father had just managed to remind me of how useless I was, how much of a stain I was to his so perfect reputation.

He’d rubbed Derek’s speed, agility and strength in my face like petroleum jelly— and I fucking hate those. And after the old man had left, Derek took it upon himself to twist the knife even deeper into my chest. He insulted me.

Not just me, but my mother too.

And I snapped.

Usually, Derek was two years younger than I was but he was way stronger than I was, and that was mostly due to the fact that while father allowed him to train, he made me spend my mornings and afternoons serving punishments for things that I did not do or reading books that were pointless.

To cut the agonizing story short, Derek beat me to a pulp. He literally made me eat dust, but just as he tried to land the final punch to my chest— the one that might’ve probably ended my misery and given me a front row ticket to Pegasus, Nyx stepped in like a tornado.

She was only sixteen at the time but had managed to pull the rug off my feet, sweeping both my subconscious and my sense of reasoning off my feet.

I didn’t fall for her; Hell no! I crashed. I crashed like a malfunctioning carousel.

Until she left me 5 years ago.

The memories stirred something buried deep inside of me, and with a flare of my nostrils, I drew myself to my full height and snapped; "This is none of your business, Nyx!"

"Oh it is!" She snapped back, her eyes wild with a fierce possessiveness that shocked even me. She spread out her arms as she stood protectively in front of Jennifer who in turn struggled to keep her expression as pitiful as she could.

The fucking actress.

"Since when did you begin to hurt women, Alpha Zarek?" She snapped, her voice rising above the usual octave that she always stuck to.

She was like a perfect doll; one kept with utmost care. One that’s been made to sit behind a glass box. Porcelain. Untouchable.

Do not raise your voice at people, Zarek.

You do not have to be loud.

For now, you don’t have to fight him... one day, when you’re strong enough, you can. But not now.

You do not... you do not...

"Alpha?!"

I shook my head to rid myself of the memories plaguing my mind. And when I stared into those hazel eyes again, I didn’t see it, I saw green instead. Dahlia.

I snorted. "Nyx, this issue is between the woman behind you and me. And I was never going to kill her. I just wanted to scare her into talking ."

Wait, why the fuck am I explaining? To Nyx of all people?

Nyx rolled her eyes. "It didn’t look like that to me though. Moreover you never lay your hands on people... especially not women!"

And I will lay my hands on you soon if you don’t move out of the way! My wolf snapped within me and I balked when I heard those words. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Really, Moartea?

"It’s none of your business, still." She drawled, her voice calmer now... softer. It reminded me of the times she would sing to me whenever I was too upset to even make out words. "Please leave."

Slowly, Nyx moved away from Jennifer but she didn’t go away like I had expected. She waltzed over to me slowly, her eyes trained on mine.

My breath caught in my throat when she slowly but carefully slipped her fingers through mine, and when I felt it— the feel of her usually cool palm— against mine, most of the rage I felt earlier disappeared into thin air like a cloud of smoke.

Suddenly, it felt like I was back to five years ago, back to when she was all that I wanted and more... back to when I was willing to tie the knot with her. When I was ready to elope with her...

A strange kind of warmth bloomed in my chest and spread. But that was all it was. Moartea didn’t feel it. If anything, he was agitated. Unimpressed... and currently, was about to force a shift. One that I fought back against.

I may not have realized it before now, but he never ever forgave her for what she did because he’d felt the pain of her abandonment a lot more than even I did or could ever fathom.

And now, she was Nyx, my past.

My heart may have beat for her at some point but that was way before all of these.

Way before Dahlia stepped into the picture.

With a grunt, I shoved both Nyx and Jennifer out of the way, ignoring their painful shrieks as I stormed past.

However, I had just walked a few metres away from them when a thought suddenly struck me. I spun around to face them— more like to face Jennifer and then I growled;

"You can hide behind every fucking person you can find, but trust me when I say that it’ll not stop me from getting my hands on you. I’ll find out exactly what you did to me... and what petty lies you fed your father with."

"Zarek—"

"And I won’t stop until all your filthy secrets are revealed, so if I were you, I’ll leave now that I still have the chance. You don’t want me punishing you, do you?"

Jennifer gulped, taking a shaky step backward as tears sprung free from her eyes.

But right now, it wasn’t Jennifer I was looking at.

It was Nyx.

It was her perfect brown hair and hazel eyes to match. It was her beautiful clear skin and her plush pink lips that parted slightly when she noticed me staring.

It was everything I loved so deeply, but everything I hated with a fierce passion now.

She was not Dahlia.

She could never be my Dahlia.

Right there and then, I decided that she had to go back to wherever she had come from, and that I do not care if she would like to keep our child or leave her behind; just as long as she is gone.

And with this thought swirling and coming to form at the base of my mind, I spurted;

"And you, Nyx, come with me. I think we now need to have that long overdue conversation."