The Alpha's Rejected Omega but Fated Sigma Mate

Megan's POV 

"Red is here, but she says she can't find Blue," I commented, not fully alert to Red's distress and fully occupied by my worries. Holding back my tears that are threatening to flow like the banks of an overfilled river, while avoiding clutching my chest. 

I reply to her and she goes into a semi-state of confusion. But I am in my little world of anxiety, to notice her movements. "She's funny." Jax's sarcasm is met with a sober expression. "But are you positive you are okay, Juliet?" 

And without warning, my legs giveaway and I crumple to the cold floor. 

His cry of alarm reached my ears as sobs wracked my tiny frame, each tear a testament to my friend whose warmth enclosed around me, kissing my hair and soothing me with his muttered shushes, patting my back. My feelings of overwhelm fade. He kissed the top of my head, tightening his arms when he heard my whimpering. 

Never have I felt comforted in my life, leaving me with a strange sensation. Not exactly weird, but not a strong need either. Just... strange.

Needing his warmth- his physical comfort was something I never realized I needed. I figured it wasn't just me; everyone needs this every now and then. It was something all omegas lacked- the unfortunate ones who had to stay at the omega house, I mean. The rejected ones.

As he removed his hoodie, he pulled out his t-shirt from underneath, bunched it up, and clumsily wiped my tears before handing the fabric to me. "Let it out, baby," he whispered, and I did, for a little while. Until I gathered myself enough to find the words much later when I felt drained but somehow better. Sated.

"I am omega, Jax. It's my fate." 

"It's nobody's fate to be treated lower than scum, low rank or not," he remarked, his deep voice vibrating under my cheek. I looked up at his clean-shaven face, focusing on his red lips as they uttered those words so close to mine. I became aware that I was still seated on the floor, with one of Jax's legs behind me to balance my weight and the other in front, resting over my body. My legs stretched beneath one of his arched knees while I leaned sideways into his sandalwood-scented chest and huge bicep, my hands clasped under my chin. His hair hung loosely, partially covering one side of his face. "He's a terrible alpha for that." 

Hmm, he smells so good.  

His muscled torso is still bare, the hoodie behind him...Red's hesitant words sank into my brain then and I understood why I was so la-la over Jax. They smelled similar. And at the same time, the alpha's words come to mind about him then. 

Speedily, I pull myself out of Jax's arms then, getting to my feet instantly, grabbing the paper towel and mopping up my cheeks with the sheet from on the counter, clearing my throat loudly. Jax, with a serious expression, finds his feet as well, leaving his mucus and tear-stained t-shirt discarded on the floor. I studied his concerned face. Jax candidly believed what he said. That people should be treated equally- 

Red interrupts me and I tell her it meant the same thing in this situation. As a wolf, she doesn't fully grasp human norms and the meaning of words- which is strange because she got the sarcasm part down pretty well. 

She radiates- a side glance. 

Then I tell her I am going to tell Jax about the alpha and me because I need someone, I can relate to that's not inside my head. 

Blue sounds a bit distressed and relieved at the same time. 

Mentally drained, I excuse myself to go make use of the washroom- not because I feel awkward with Jax, but because I sense I need to genuinely wash my face. Jax nods, furrowing his forehead when I point toward my face without using words. 

Minutes later, with a newly washed face, I rejoin him feeling a bit refreshed. I note, the soiled shirt is gone and he is wearing his hoodie once more, concealing the black triangle inkwork he had beneath his armpit on his right side. 

Aware that I need an outlet to vent or maybe just someone to confide in, I throw into the wind, "Alpha says we are moon mates." Then I blow my nose, into another sheet of the soft paper towel, waiting for his next words. As kids you could just say whatever and it's whatever and forgotten but as adults...I don't know how the friendship thing works. With Jax, I feel as I used to. As if we are kids. We hadn't grown, at least not to me. 

Without a facial muscle out of place, Jax pointed to the kettle that had long since switched off and demonstrated he was going to get the box of teabags from the cupboard behind me. Nodding, I take a seat, grabbing a slice of cake as well. 

Realising he'd switched it back on in my absence when I saw the escaping steam when he began pouring water into the cup containing the bag. His peaceful movements don't reveal his thoughts. "Soren can't be your mate if you can't feel the bond, right?" It was rhetorical. Taking a seat as well, he dips the tea bag in a few times while saying, "You won't be here if the bond was real, I mean. You would be wrapped around him. Living, breathing, him. And he's alpha so it would definitely be more powerful than anything, Juliet." 

Previously Jax has explained to me what the mate bond is and it was a bit more than what I knew. For example, you can reject your mate if it displeases you, though it is very difficult to do so. He added a cautious tip as well; that the refusal of a bond could result in death. The Moon Goddesses would take it as an insult towards them and sometimes would take their life. Even reaching so far as to shun an entire pack because the alpha had refused another alpha's daughter because they were enemy clans. 

The Moon Goddesses were resentful creatures when angered, weren't they? 

"No, I feel no mate pull," I disclose. "I do not feel the need to be his second skin either." A term Jax had used when he had described what it would feel like. He'd also said to picture what two lovers who were very into their s*x live but put their emotions on crack- us hybrids were worse than that. Sure, it's a fact that I wanted the alpha but not in any sort of way like that. I wanted him just as a typical female wanting a typical male. 

There were no frenzied happenings with me nor to our alpha. Very mundane-like we were. 

Jax removed the teabag, placing it on a saucer that matched the flowered dainty cup and added a bit of water from a water bottle, then slid the cup to me and I took a sip, closing my eyelids, having a hard time reopening them again. I was so exhausted not to mention a headache I can feel coming on. 

Hmm, still hot. Drinkable and not having to blow then sip. I like this version better. "Thank you," I mumble and he nodded. 

"Right, and Soren would have beaten me to a pulp the very first time he smelled me on you." He gave me a sideways grin. "Oh yeah, trust me. You would not have been here with me, especially alone like now." 

Blue pipes in and I can feel Red's discomfort. She does not like discussing our alpha. And I can sense Blue's meaning in his words- he means that I am a liar. 

Using the fork, I take a bite of the cake, sighing loudly. "This is heaven," I mutter and take two more quick bites, needing a change of topic. 

"And me telling you that even though your face is puffy, eyes swollen and sexy as hell with that soft moan you just did," his lips stretched, and he blinked repeatedly to be funny. "Unheard of. I would be d*ad. Not to mention this-" he wiped a piece of cake crumb from the corner of my mouth but he didn't do the rapid blinking thing this time. In fact, he moved closer to me. I could feel his warm breath fanning across my lips when he whispered, "He's not your mate, baby." 

My stomach flipped and my forkful of cake remained suspended, in midair. Pregnant with another man's baby, I remind myself. 

Jax made a point of staring at my mouth, lingering his gaze. 

"Are you- falling...you want him, Meg?" His tenderly spoken words have my eyes catching his and I swallow when he pushes my hair behind my ears. He's mistaken my- thank goodness I didn't gape at him long enough for him to notice. Wait- this means Jax is right. I cannot be attracted to another male if the alpha is my mate- right? 

"Maybe I should confront him. Why is he treating you this way when he has so many others falling at his feet?" 

Gosh- wait till he learns I am carrying the dreadful man's welp. 

"No, are you crazy?" I came back to my senses quickly. He would take Jax to the cages, I know it. Even if he had no feelings for me, nobody confronts the alpha, and certainly not about his latest omega conquest. 

The shame would burn his anger and fuel him further. There was no telling how far he would go to punish Jax- or if he would come after me for revealing our secret rendezvous. And then he would find out about the baby. And while I had to let him know, that sure wasn't the way to go about it. 

And how do I tell Jax, that though the alpha played me like a fiddle, I now carried his baby?