Page 13 of Broken Alpha (Unwanted #1)

Aidyn

Are fated mates real? I met an Alpha pack for the first time over the weekend, and I can’t get them out of my head. I do feel more comfortable with one more than the other two, so I was curious if he could be my fated mate.

No. There is no evidence that supports the existence of fated mates. It’s just a story our parents told us when we were kids to make us feel better about being different and dealing with heartbreaks at a young age, and Hollywood decided to capitalize on it. Sorry to burst your bubble, princess.

Nah. While I do believe there is someone out there for everyone, even us Betas, I don’t believe fated mates are a real thing.

Cupcakesnacks : · 3 years ago · 34k views

YES! I believe my Alpha is my fated mate!

CheekyBeeky : · 2 years ago · 31k views

Why are you asking the internet?? If you believe they’re your fated mate, then they are. You won’t get a real answer from the internet.

Knottedluv : · 2 years ago · 31k views

I could be your fated mate if you want me to Winky face emoji Eggplant emoji

LonePack : · 1 year ago · 30k views

No matter what little fairy tale your mommy told you, you're not special. Fucking Omegas, you show them a tiny bit of affection, and instantly they think you’re Romeo and Juliete.

“Asshole,” I mumbled, rolling over in bed and continuing to scroll through the message boards.

I can’t remember when I first heard of the term ‘fated mates’.

I think it was part of the cartoons geared toward children with fairy godmothers and happily ever afters.

I never put much stock into fated mates, but it was the top explanation on Google for ‘why do I feel a strong pull toward an Alpha?’.

Some comments stated that it was simply biology and Alphas and Omegas call out to each other for the survival of the species.

Others proposed the theory of fated mates, depending on how strong the pull was.

So naturally I fell down a rabbit hole. I nuzzled the jacket that was scrunched up in my arms, breathing in Mr. Ellis's scent. Cuddling leather wasn’t comfortable, if I was honest. The material was cold and stuck to me, and the zipper was hard and even colder against my skin, but it was all I had of him.

If I had my choice, I probably would’ve stolen a flannel shirt or a sweater, but I was grateful for what I had, and I wasn’t going to seem ungrateful and ask for something I had little right to.

Mr. Ellis had dropped me off at my apartment roughly three hours ago, and I still had about an hour left before Erik got home from classes, and while he couldn’t sense pheromones, I still showered as a precaution.

My body felt hot and tight, and my Omega was upset.

He didn’t care that it was only logical that Mr. Ellis would give me space to figure this out.

All he cared about was that our Alpha left us, and we felt abandoned.

I knew he hadn’t; I knew that, but god, I was on edge.

I could still feel his lips on mine, his tongue staking its claim as he pressed his body against me.

Images of his cock flashed through my memories, and I groaned as my body rose to attention, my leaking cock straining against the pajama pants I put on after my shower.

I reached down and gave it a firm squeeze, my hips thrusting forward, hoping to release some of the tension.

My head dropped forward in pleasure as Mr. Ellis’ scent engulfed my senses, my face buried itself in cool leather, inhaling his scent.

Clothing suddenly became too tight and restrictive, and I frantically kicked off my pajamas, freeing my cock to thump against my stomach, smearing pre-cum across my belly and the bedspread as I rolled onto my front.

My Omega senses kicked into overdrive. Reaching for the toy that I usually kept stashed under my bed, I could feel my entrance dampen with need.

Replaying the moment in Luke’s office, I positioned the toy at my entrance, slowly pushing the smooth tip inside.

Gasping at the unique pressure as the toy invaded the inner parts of my body, I couldn’t help spreading my legs a little wider to reach even deeper.

The toy slipped in with little effort, and I began to slowly move the toy in and out of my body before pushing backward into my palm each time the toy pushed into me.

But it wasn’t enough. I knew the sound of Mr. Ellis’ voice as pleasure took over his body, how much sharper his scent became the more aroused he was, and how hot his breath was against my skin.

The sounds he made as he climaxed, his head resting on my shoulder as he struggled to slow his breathing and rein in his pheromones.

The feeling of his knot against me. It felt huge, larger than any toy I had taken before.

My body longed for him to be here with me at this moment, taking his pleasure from my body, using me as he filled me over and over until I begged for him to empty inside me.

The orgasm I spilled across my bedsheets was one of frustration, knowing that masturbation wouldn’t be enough now.

I felt empty, frustrated, and a little angry, and I knew he was to blame.

I didn’t have a choice. I had to see where this went because being alone wasn’t enough anymore.

Dr. Easton had a last-minute cancellation at the Omega Clinic Wednesday afternoon, so I texted Erik, saying I would be skipping the English lecture for the doctor and would probably head home after.

When my name was called, I followed the nurse into the exam room, where she took my vitals, blood pressure, and weight.

Over the past six months, the physical exam and lab work process had become second nature during these visits, and I just moved through the steps robotically.

Dr. Easton entered the room shortly after the nurse had left, instantly reviewing my chart with a smile as he glanced over the latest paperwork.

“If it isn’t the Omega who challenges my degree. Before we get into it, why don’t you tell me the reason you’re here less than a month after your last visit?”

I smirked at Dr. Easton as he took his place on the rolling chair next to the computer and laid my file down on the table, frowning at something on the chart before turning to the screen and prattling away at the keyboard.

This was one of the reasons I honestly liked Dr. Easton.

He preferred to listen to the patient’s own words before creating a plan of action instead of basing it off of words on a sheet of paper.

After countless doctors who refused to listen to me, it was refreshing to have one invested in my case as much as I was, even if it was out of medical curiosity.

It helped create an understanding and a calm environment where I didn’t feel like I was going crazy from the lack of answers.

“Apparently, switching to the shot suppressant didn’t work, and I ended up in a week-long heat. Emergency suppressants didn’t help either. This heat happened while I was at school. That cannot happen again.”

“Mr. Keller, were you exposed to an Alpha during that time?”

That’s a weird question. “I mean, I’m always exposed to them. They’re everywhere, and I have classes with many of them.”

“Let me rephrase. Were you intimate with an Alpha at all during that time?”

“Only yesterday,” I blushed, “but the fever started before I got to class. I thought it was just a symptom of the suppressant. Sometimes I feel like I can’t cool down my body temperature when I’m adjusting to new medications.”

“So you weren’t intimate with them before your heat?”

“No, sir. However, I was around them when I went into heat, and my roommate was able to get an article of their clothing halfway through the week.”

Was I talking too much? Rambling about unnecessary details? It didn’t seem to matter to Dr. Easton, who noted everything I said in my file on the computer.

“Did your heat last longer than normal or shorten after the clothing item?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure. The last heat I had was about eight days long. This one was about six days, and I don’t know when I got the clothing item. I don’t remember much. I remember not being in so much pain after a while, and then I came out of my heat.”

“And during intimacy yesterday, was penetration involved?”

“No. Does that matter?” I could feel my Omega bristle at the question, as logic failed me again.

I knew he was asking for a medical reason and not because he was a pervert or wanted the gory details about what transpired between me and Luke, but my Omega wanted to keep those details to himself.

No one should know what happened between me and my Alpha.

“Per your last visit, you want to remain on suppressants until you finish college, and your Alpha knows this, correct?”

“He’s not mine, and he doesn’t get to dictate what goes into my body.” I narrowed my eyes at Dr. Easton. Again, I knew he didn’t mean to be rude, but it certainly came off as dismissive. He only smiled as he finished something on the screen.

“We need to discuss a few things, Mr. Keller, and it’s up to you if you want to relay them to this Alpha.

An experimental suppressant is available on the market right now, but very few Omegas have tried it.

I didn’t want to suggest it at your last visit because it’ll take some work on your part, and it’s still in the trial phase. ”

“What would I have to do?”