The Omega For Sale

Greyson’s POV:

The room was dimly lit as always, jam packed with bodies gyrating on each other all over the large dance floor.

The loud music was too much to bear but I forced myself to stay put, I didn’t have anything to return to anyway and going back to the guest house that had become my home for the time being in the SilverMoon pack would only bury me deeper and deeper into the misery and sorrow that was currently eating at my soul.

Everything was a blur, the people on the downstage dancing, the servers moving up and down the large hall, even Smith that was currently sat by my side.

“Greyson, you’re here to let go of all that sad energy not drown yourself in alcohol. You’ve consumed an abnormally large amount and even being an Alpha wouldn’t be able to stop the effects soon. You need to stop drinking.” Smith advised.

His words went through one ear and went out of the other. I continued to pour the drink shot after shot into my throat and I could already feel the drowsy effects on my mind but it didn’t stop me.

“I’m done convincing you. Just don’t forget we have a meeting with Alpha Tristan in the morning, that’s the reason we’re here anyway. If you’re going to get wasted go ahead, but make sure you’re able to function tomorrow. I’m off to socialize.” Smith’s voice came again.

And after he left I turned my attention back to the sea of bodies below me. Even in the dim lit room I could still see the majority of the partygoers engage in all sort of activities.

Then there was a woman.

She caught my attention from the moment that she weaved through the crowd for the first time that evening.

Thick mane of blonde hair, heart shaped face and as she neared my cabinet, I caught whiff of her scent, it was sweet mixed with something else, something that could only be described as burnt or bitter.

And when she raised her eyes to mine; it was the most beautiful emerald eyes I had ever seen.

***

The blurry woman from my dreams, well it was never really a dream, but now I could see her form properly.

That was Freya.

I remembered everything clearly now, it felt like the glass shard that had always held a part of my memory had finally been shattered. I could remember every incident that led up to that one.

I remembered how I had woken up the next day too, but with only the bitter, sweet scent of Freya but not the memories of what had taken place.

Regret and misery filled every single bone in my body at the moment and it felt like I had been doused in cold water. I could barely breathe properly and when I looked to my side, Freya was no longer sitting beside me only the healer remained opposite me, watching with careful eyes.

“Whe-where’s Freya?” I asked, my voice coming out like I had just spent the last hour screaming.

“She left almost immediately. Since you were inactive for the better part of the last twenty minutes I will assume that you were in some sort of trance. Jessy is dying, I understand that this must be such a huge discovery for you and Freya but you’ve got to remember Jessy. She needs your blood.” Clara said, speaking softly as though she were speaking to a child.

But it didn’t offend me. In fact that was the last thing on my mind.

“Of course, anything. I’ll do anything for her. What do I have to do?” I asked distractingly.

My mind was wandering everywhere else except where I was currently sat. Where was Freya? How the hell was I supposed to fix this?

How cruel was fate?

Making me ruin a girl’s life and then making me cross paths with that same girl after years, then falling in love with her. Now I was going to lose her again, and she would surely take Jessy away from me.

I could barely concentrate as Clara explained the process of everything she was doing. Even while she took my blood and prepared the medicine that would helped Jessy, I only continued to watch numbly.

It felt like hours later before we were back into the master’s bedroom and Clara was administering the finished medicine to Jessy. Even after she was done, Jessy remained unmoving on the bed and her pale form did not change.

“Nothing is happening Clara, nothing has changed. She doesn’t look like she’s getting better. Is it not working? Wha-”

“Patience Greyson, it’s going to take a while. Leave her to sleep, she might be asleep for a long time but just continue to watch her carefully. The effects of the medicine is strong so it should help with cleansing her system but call me once she’s up. So I can check on her and be sure that all is well.” She said and then began packing her things to leave.

I nodded my head, not taking my eyes away from Jessy’s sleeping form. I had created this beautiful life but I did it the wrong way. That wasn’t something I could forgive myself for. Ever.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Greyson.” Clara called from the door and I turned my attention to her.

“Don’t leave them no matter what. Things are going to be very difficult for you all from this point onwards but it’s only to be expected. You have to make sure that you never let go of them. You have a beautiful family now, and it’s your responsibility to make sure it stays together. They are both going to bring you so much joy and happiness.” She said and without waiting to listen to my response, she exited the room.

It made a lot of sense what she said and although many people believed Clara to be psychic, I never really shared in that belief, neither had I ever had a conversation with the healer to confirm if it were true, but there had always been something about her words that made them seem powerful, no matter how simple they sounded.

She did make a lot of sense now but I wasn’t sure how I would be able to do as she asked. There was no way that Freya didn’t hate my guts now. I mean if the table was turned I would hate me. How was I supposed to try and change that?

I took Jessy’s hands within mine and when I was met with warmth instead of the iciness that had stayed with her all through the night, it brought a smile to my face.

I brushed away a piece of her hair and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“I’m so sorry. So so sorry I did this and then left. So sorry I didn’t realize all this while.” I said quietly, fighting through the tears that were brimming in my eyes.

I couldn’t fight for long though because soon my cheeks were wet with tears.

I remained in that position for a while, switching between apologizing and trying to wipe away the tears that were now falling freely down my face.

After a while I straightened myself from that position and with a last kiss on her head, I moved out of the room, wiping my face clean as I went. I needed to find Freya.

I walked into the maid quarters, ignoring the worried stares coming from the maids around me. I could only imagine the way I looked to them. It had been a rough day for me and it didn’t help that my night had been equally rough.

Once I got to Freya’s door, I knocked on it once, but was met with only silence.

“Freya please.” I called out softly, knocking again. I didn’t know what I was pleading for, but all I wanted was to be able to talk to her.

There was a high chance that she wouldn’t believe that my actions had been fueled by grief and my intoxicated state, but I had to try. I couldn’t lose her, not now or ever. I wouldn’t ever survive it.

I knocked again when the door remained shut and I pricked my ears to listen for any sounds that could be coming from within the room, but all was still.

There was no single sound and that pushed me into action, I twisted the knob of the door and the moment the door opened, it confirmed my suspicion.

Freya wasn’t here. And it was obvious that she had not come into the room at all. The sheets looked freshly laid and the only thing that stood out was the green bunny tucked into it.

Panic flooded my veins and without even bothering to shut the door, I moved out of the quarters and into the kitchen where I found Christie.

I turned to the maid, not caring in the least how I looked or worrying about the horrified look on her face the moment she caught sight of my frame.

“Where’s Freya?” I asked and she shook her head, not saying a word only pointing at the door that led into the garden

That was all the prompt I needed. I dashed out of the door and the moment I caught sight of the open garden door that led into the woods I made a dash for it.

The feeling of suffocation rushed through my frame the farther I went into the woods and there still was no sight of Freya. Tears blurred my vision and my lungs burned from shouting her name at intervals.

Then finally I found her, slumped on the floor against a tree. She looked like she was sleeping but I knew better. Her entire frame looked miserable and my chest began to hurt even more.

I walked slowly towards her and although I knew she could hear me, I still approached her carefully. I knelt down beside her frame once I was close enough.

“Freya please, I beg you.” I began, sniffling gently and clearing my throat. Her head remained bowed in between her legs.

“I didn’t remember the incident after it happened, I swear. It doesn’t cover for it, it doesn’t explain it, but I’m sorry. It doesn’t cut it. I know that but this is the only place I can start from. I don’t know what I could do to take this away but I beg you Freya, please.” I said.

Finally she lifted her head and when I saw her tear streaked face and red rimmed eyes, my heart shattered into pieces once again. Her entire features and posture looked relaxed but her eyes gave away something different.

And soon that calm was shattered as she opened her mouth to speak.

“You’re a monster! You ruined my life and that is something you can never take back or repent from. The only good thing that ever came out of it is my child, and you heard me right, my child. Jessy will never be your child! Save for the Goddess that has kept us, we both would not even be here anymore, we both would have died.

I’ve spent my entire life hating you and that is not going to change. How convenient is it for you, that you forgot all about raping me and then you moved on with your life, enjoying every single bit of it while I struggled day in and out with the consequences of your actions. I hate you Greyson! I hate you with every thing in me, I don’t care what you have to say, you’re fucking dead to me.” Freya said.

And just like that, she stood from her spot and made her way back in the direction of the mansion. I didn’t go after her, I just watched her from my spot as she walked and when she was out of sight, I broke down in fresh tears.

Even when my knees burned from kneeling for so long, I didn’t stand up, I remained in my spot and just let out my frustrations through tears. I didn’t think that I had ever cried in my entire life as much as I was currently doing.

Not even when my mate died, did I cry as much as this.

It was hours later that I was finally dragging myself to my feet. I staggered in my spot and held on to the tree for support. My entire eyes felt like it had been set on fire, I didn’t think my tear glands had any more tears to produce at this point.

The sun was setting already and slowly I made my way back to the house. I had never felt more pathetic in my entire life.

I shivered lightly from the cold air and the moment I entered into the house, I let out a sigh of relief at the warmth inside of the house.

“Good evening Master.” A maid greeted but I ignored her, not even bothering to check who it was I only continued to make my way towards my room.

Jessy should be up by now and I needed to call Clara.

The moment I entered the room it was to find an empty bed. My heart dropped to my stomach at the sight but I swallowed to quench the panic that was starting to stir.

Maybe Freya had moved her, I tried to push down the worry and began stripping off my dirty clothes.

I moved towards my bathroom and took a quick bath, sighing as the warm water helped to ease my sore muscles. It wasn’t much but it was something.

I walked into my closet once I was done with my shower and changed into something warmer and more comfortable, before exiting my room in the direction of the maid quarters.

For some reason the house felt gloomier, grim and depressing. Although it was usually quiet since the maids knew how much I hated noise but today it felt even more quiet, there was no occasional squeal or laughter from Jessy, or the sound of her mother scolding her. Everything just felt sad.

The closer I got to Freya’s bedroom the faster my heart thrummed within its cage. Something was wrong and the tingling in my spine was there for a reason.

I pushed open the door to Freya’s bedroom not bothering to knock and when I was met with emptiness once more, I was very sure that my heart seized to beat this time.

I moved into the room completely and searched through it. All the new clothes I had gotten for mother and daughter were in place but I could see that all their own things were gone.

Including the green bunny that had occupied the bed only that afternoon.