Adrian's POV
I finally understood why male omegas were in demand. Why did alphas use kill to claim a male omegas? One kiss, and I can already feel the surge of strength, emotions and desire that it brought me.
I never thought he would kiss me, I went into the kitchen just to tease him. Don't get me wrong, I couldn't care less if he had a wife. Human marriages meant nothing to me.They were nothing compared to the bond forged between mates in our kind.
Getting out of that room, I headed back to the table. My Dad looked at me with a curious but determined expression. I am not sure how much he had heard me, but he might have figured out that Kyle was my destined mate.
Knowing him, I know he wouldn't directly hurt my mate. After all, he was the son-in-law of his beloved wife. But he might try to manipulate him into pushing me away. Given the marriage, it shouldn't be that hard. Of course as his mate I will not physically hurt him.
I was so careful, until now. But then again I slipped. I know I have to make my move soon, or else I'll lose my chance. "This was a lovely dinner, but I have some urgent business that I need to take care of." I brought out my most polite smile before leaving.
A part of me was over the moon, I had found my mate. Another part was annoyed and perhaps a little scared as to how my dad would get involved in all this. I was sure it wouldn't take him long before he was back to me with another threat.
Getting back to the pack, I asked my housekeeper Lisa to clear out my old room. The room I haven't been in since my mother died. The Alphas office was given to me and the main room, which was supposed to be Alpha-Luna Quarter, was closed since my accession.
This entire set up was actually bigger. With three houses in our radius all belonging to us. With my Dad's madness we lost a lot of us, forcing us to lower maintenance and with shimmering pack numbers, we invited the remaining pack members to the remaining two houses. I couldn't believe this was what was left of this pack. But soon, everything was about to change.
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"We need to talk," Dad snapped as soon as he stepped into the kitchen.
"Since when do we talk?" I scoffed. Folding my hand, a minor but healed crack resonated through the silence. Our bones had a tendency to break during our transformation. It is painful and unbearable the first time around, but with time, our body adapts and we become tolerable to the pain. But physically breaking it while not transforming was still painful.
"Good, then I won't need to convince you". He said, emphasizing on the word convince. "Stay away from Hannah and Kyle".
"A week ago you wanted me to bond, and now you want me to stay away." I pointed out the irony. Of course had he known what would happen, he would have kept me away deliberately. "I am sure Amy would like it if we bond more".
"You stay away from Amy and everyone in her family." Dad pressed, stern expression. A tone which denoted that this was the 'end of discussion.' I knew if I resisted, not only would he punish me, but he would find other ways to keep him away from me. He might even convince Kyle to move away. I couldn't have that.
"Alright. He is tainted anyways." I played along. My Dad however was taken aback by my tone. In his entire life he has never known me to be obedient. Even if it was for a small thing, like a fresh veal, I would fight with him. Even when he was actually a good dad.
"What are you thinking?" He asked me suspiciously.
"I am thinking it's time I find myself a new mate" I simply shrugged. "In fact, I'll let the neighbouring packs know I am looking for a bride." I added.
"You think another pack will lend you their women?" He scoffed. "Your pack is nothing."
"You want me to stay attached to your current family or you want me to find a new one?" I stated, as a matter of factly.
His eyes narrowed at me, still trying to comprehend which game was I playing here. Yes, he wasn't convinced, but technically I didn't say anything wrong. "I'll be keeping my eyes on you". He warned before leaving.
The magnitude of what I just said drawned upon me. "Shit!" I slammed my hand on the desk pretty hard. Yes, I challenged him that I will stay away from Kyle, but I knew for a fact that I won't be able to do that. This pull I feel is just too strong for me to ignore. But perhaps looking for other mates meanwhile is the only thing I can do in order to keep my Dad from chasing after us.
I ordered my Beta, Mason to look around for a potential mate for me. Make it official. Like my Dad said, and I hoped I will not get any potential suitors just yet. Perhaps I could keep this facade long enough to keep my Dad away.
Tracing him was next to impossible , thanks to his inherited power of suppressing his scent from our grandfather. However, my great-grandfather had a different power altogether. What power do I have? I am yet to find out. Once I complete my mating ritual I'll know.
Legend says the moon goddess bestowed special powers on the pack leaders, both Alpha and Luna which not only strengthens their bond, but also protects the pack. As for my mom she could see the future. Not all of it, just glimpses of things that were often hard to decode, but still handy.
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It has been a week since I put up my facade. With every passing day, with every passing hour it was getting hard for me to keep my distance. At first it was little things. At first I had a simple dream about him, nothing wild. Just the kiss from Thanksgiving. However, as the days passed I found myself growing crazy.
I wanted to give in, to stop fighting my urge and claim what's mine. Yesterday during training I even ended up attacking a young gamma, almost to death. Of course being a wolf he healed, but with our pack numbers being this low right now, we couldn't afford to lose any more members.
After that incident most of my pack members became wary of me. Avoiding me as I passed through the aisle leading to my house. A pack should fear the Alpha, but at this extent this alpha needed to do something. I was racking my brain as to what to do about it when a sudden idea hit me. If not anything, perhaps there was a way for me to see him after all.