7. THE MARKET PLACE DRAMA

~I wanna be a good man, just for you

I gave the world, just for you

I changed everything, just for you

But I don't know me, Who are you?~

-(BTS) Fake Love

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Stefanos:

“Why are you following me?”

“I wasn’t?” I said, unsure about the reason myself. Why was I following her again?

“Do you think I didn’t notice a certain someone with a hood and mask covering himself, following me for the past few days? You should have done a better job if you wanted a disguise, you know.” The girl said, clearly an edge of annoyance laced in her voice.

“I told you. I wasn’t following you; I just had the same destination as you.”

“HA! And why should I believe you!” She said, very much aggravated by how the situation was turning. Suddenly she was taking slow steps towards me, her scent which was ambrosial and something over floral but I couldn’t quite put my hand on what was the flower she was smelling of. But due to the moment right now it was turning sour as she neared me. If I didn’t have a mask right now, probably our noses would be touching just by how close she was.

“You look like someone, I would never trust. Especially with that mask on.” She whispered, her breath fanning over my ears. That hit a spot. Of course, why would anyone believe a person who covers his face?

But I wouldn’t let this mere thief’s voice to get me, so I neared more closely to her and I could tell the girl was caught off-guard as she took a sudden step back. Before she could take more steps back I took hold of her fragile small hands in my grasp, as her hazel eyes widened, staring at my ones without moving a muscle.

“Don’t test my patience, Omega.” I whispered as the girl tried to take her hand back. After giving another last glare I dropped her hands, walking away without another word. I could say I clearly won this round as I smirked inwardly.

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“Sire! What were you thinking?” Wraya screamed, the moment I told him about my experience with the thief. “You know you could have gotten yourself caught, I mean what would the girl say—” He stopped in mid-sentence; I knew what he was hinting at. The fact that I was ugly and the omega would have gotten frightened of me.

“Is that seriously all you care about right now!” I hollered, at times like this Wraya always has this knack of testing my patience, and I can never hold myself back when someone keeps reminding me of the fact that I am indeed ugly and there’s nothing I can do about it.

I basically told him that I had been following the thief for the last few days and all he cares about is how my uglyniess could have scared her. Seriously.

“I apologize, Sir-”

“Leave. I’m tired.” I said before he could go on with the groundless apologies.

Honestly I was tired. My mind has been in overdrive since the omega has started stealing from my garden. Although I found her I was supposed to make the girl regret her life decisions on what a mistake it was for her to choose my garden of all. Make her life a living hell like I promised.

But what changed? Why are my emotions suddenly taking the best of me? why does the alpha in me actually like the presence of this certain omega? Why her out of everything?

Is it because my alpha has been deprived from physical touch since my birth? I never had any problem going through my ruts alone so why was I favouring an omega’s presence suddenly? Or perhaps it wasn’t that. Maybe, maybe I was just craving for some love.

With the Luna’s name, what is wrong with me? What am I even thinking about?

Love?

There was nothing like love that was ever written in my fate. And I am sure it’s going to stay that way.

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The inner battle inside my head two days ago was going in vein as I found myself watching the omega girl once more from a small shop where I was pretending to read a newspaper when in reality my eyes were trained on the young beauty who was currently standing by her cart selling the flowers she stole from my garden today. Her eyes crinkling into beautiful crescents as she smiled at the customers who were buying her flowers.

Suddenly an elderly women with an angry frown etched on her face sauntered angrily towards the omega, her expression that of an angry bull. In a blink of an eye the lady was all over the girl pulling her hairs with fierce grip. The omega tried to break free as she gave out a painful whine, all her smiles gone replaced by a teary moist face as she tried to free herself from the wretched lady.

“YOU WENCH! WHEN DO YOU SUPPOSE YOU’RE GOING TO RETURN ME THE MONEY THAT YOUR WHORE OF A MOTHER OWED ME!” The women bellowed her voice echoing across the whole town square as people stopped their jobs to stare at the abusive scene taking place.

Yet, no one dared to move and help the poor girl who was still struggling with her hairs being pulled.

“I-I t-told you I w-would pay ever-y month, i-it isn’t even the end of t-the month…” The girl cried out the words, now she was full on crying, not hiding the pain that she was bearing. Somehow the scene had me feeling a weird sensation as my heart felt something similar to the situation. I almost felt the omega’ pain. The pain of my family abandoning me, my step mother’s wrath and her shenanigans of killing me All the memories causing a sudden jolt in my body.

“YOU HAVE BEEN REPAETING THE SAME THING FOR MONTHS! YOU THINK I’LL BELIEVE A WHORE’S DAUGHTER!?”

This people were beyond nasty, they had no sympathy or care about how much weight their words carry and right now, staring at all the people passing by, all I could see in them was my family, the family who mocked and insulted me through every passing day. A family who only showed me love which was enclosed with all sorts of bitterness and hate. There was an understanding that I was ugly and so everyone hated me for that whereas this omega, she was pretty above everything yet people treated her like dirt just because she was poor and weak?

I realised one thing, how we both have this one thing in common; I was born rich but with a hideous face combined. She being one of the most beautiful omegas I ever laid my eyes own yet Luna had to play dirty with her as well. Nothing was ever fair in this corrupt world.

After finally making up my mind I walked across the street to where the omega was getting tortured in broad daylight.

I wanted to stop myself. This wasn’t me. I never got into other people’s business, but my alpha has made up its mind and there was no going back.

Finally reaching the place where she stood I glared at the women who was too busy screaming to look that I was staring daggers into her.

“Get your filthy hands off her will you?” I almost growled, my stupid alpha feeling restless in watching the omega suffering for another second.

The wretched women turned towards me, and I swear for a moment I thought I was staring at the eyes of my step mother.

“And who might you be to get into my business with this omega?” She said, finally leaving the poor girl’s hair as she turned towards me with an evil grin plastered on her face, giving a quick check through my attire and specially on the mask covering my face. Even with my mask on I could smell her pungent scent radiating off her, it wasn’t from the stress and anger that she was showing but rather that her scent was indeed the worst. Just like her personality.

“I am—” What was I to her? There was surely no answer to that; I should have made one before making my dramatic entrance.

Wait. I didn’t have to be anything to her to stop this crazy lady I can easily just use my alpha aura to scare her, because judging by her scent, she was clearly an omega. So using my best alpha voice and emitting out dominating pheromones I marched towards the women.

“I don’t think the concern is who I am right now. What the concern is, why is an omega being mistreated, by another omega in broad daylight?” I hissed through my mask, my face inches from the lady as the smell of raw fear begin emitting from her. Her hands trembled as she tried to mask her fear by holding her chin up, still having the audacity to talk back.

“I’m an elder omega! I can do whatever the hell I want with this damned girl! She owes me!” The lady all but screamed, catching more attention than needed. I smirked, nearing my face closer to the lady until my breath hit her stinky ears. “Even when it is a command from an Alpha, Elder omega?”

I felt the lady’s body go stiff from my revelation, her eyes turning huge like saucers but the watchers only whispered, confused at the lady’s sudden change in behaviour.

She knew it all along, they all did. They knew I had the blood of an Alpha running in my veins and yet they did nothing. And yet the lady acted up.

What a filthy omega.

“I-I”

“I could have you beaten to death, you know.” I hissed with malice, not sure what was fuelling my anger so much. Was it because of the injustice I had just witnessed earlier? Or was it because it was the thief who needed my protection? I didn’t know. However I could not stop.

My eyes suddenly wavered towards the omega who was fidgeting with her skirt and looking at her feet, her face was streaked with dried tears and swollen because of crying so much and her hairs a mess with how this cruel women was pulling it. She looked so fragile and innocent and I almost felt the need to take her into my arms and protect her from all the harsh cruelties of this world.

However the lady in front of me was not budging from her position so I straightened my posture and this time directly hovered over her tiny frame.

“Are you going to move or I have to drag you away? Make your choice.”

Finally having some serious sense put into her she moved away from the omegas small cart of flowers, not before giving a quick glare towards the omega’s direction.

Soon the crowd dispersed as everyone resumed their activities like nothing just happened, some of them still talking about the drama that occurred. I suppose my work here was done as well, with a last glance towards the girl who was still rooted to her spot I started walking away.

Before I could take more steps I felt a sudden tug at my cloak, turning backwards I found the young omega standing meekly, staring at her feet trying to come up with some words.

“T-thank you.” She said her voice different from two days ago when she was being that sassy little omega with me. I just hummed to that and turned back to continue my walking.

“Xenia.”

The voice said again as I turned back to look at her once again. My eyebrows raised high which fortunately she couldn’t see.

“What?”

“My name. It’s Xenia.”

-Aysha