Chasing And Claiming My Rejected Omega Mate:Alpha's Severe Regret [BL]

Jason

The more I dwelled on all that Kenny said to me in a fit of rage, the more I kept seeing faults in my entire approach. The more I kept seeing that indeed, I had been doing it completely wrong this whole time, and that filled me with regret because perhaps if I had done this a different way, perhaps I still won’t be without my wolf, drowning in pain and loneliness.

I helped my grandmother into a seat in the large music room here in this mansion. In all honesty, the house was even too big for my own taste. Even back at home, my house away from the palace was way smaller compared to hers and it was because the large space was void of what I actually wanted, so it only made me feel bleak and empty.

My grandmother reached for my hands and squeezed around my fingers and I crouched before her, feeling a small twig of pain within me as I stared at her and got hit in the chest with an image of my mother’s pretty face. This was something I never thought I could handle, but at least I was here right now and wasn’t running down the other way, although it still hurt so much whenever I let myself think about the loss which I was still yet to move on. People always say as the years go by, you’d slowly be able to hand me your grief, and perhaps they were right because at least I wasn’t losing my mind now that I was staring at my grandma and being reminded of what I’d never get to experience again... but it still hurt so fucking much.

My grandma sighed softly and it was clear that she had missed me way more than I actually thought. That made me feel so guilty till this very moment. After arriving and meeting her in a coma, I realized that even though I was grieving, it was still stupid to completely push her away and refuse to visit her. After almost losing her, I was determined to right all of my wrongs this time.

"My sweet Jason." She sighed softly as she cupped my cheek and stroked gently and I resisted the urge to snort. If only she knew that her once adorable grandson was the furthest thing from being sweet. I was the complete opposite of sweet, but of course she didn’t need to know that.

I rose to my feet and was contemplating leaving this room which was becoming suffocating to remain in because of the memories it holds, when she stopped me with a hold on my wrist.

"Will you play for me?" She asked softly and almost immediately, a wave of pain hit me at once and I had to breathe out of my nose to prevent myself from doubling over in pain.

This is the exact room my mother used to play the piano in, along with some other instruments,,. But the panio had been my favorite and it was the one she thought me how go play, right in this room. The panio was at the corner of the room, sparking brightly. It was clear that this room gets cleaned up daily because the entire room was fully aired out.

I swallowed emptily and finally cleared my throat, and then I forced myself to stare down at my grandma.

"I forgot how to play, grandma,"

Of course that was a lie, and she knew that just fine because she knew exactly how obsessed I was with the piano, and I’d be the last person to ever forget how to play it. But my grandma had always been very understanding which was why she didn’t push, she only squeezed my hand once before letting go and telling me she understood.

After that, I practically fled from the room.

~~~

As I tried getting some work done on my MacBook, it would surprise no one at this point that my thoughts were once again on Rory.

SHOCKING. Not.

A particular thought was correctly dancing through my head. It had actually been doing that since the moment I attempted trying to get some work done.

I threw my head back and sighed while scrubbing my face with my palm, and then I got up and began to pace. I tend to pace whenever I struggle to put all my thoughts together.

The exact thought that was still dancing around in my head was about the fact that since now I had realized where my wrong was at, which was basically how my way of approach was this whole time – that it was best I take those words Kenny said seriously, and try out my luck one last time.

I knew I wasn’t supposed to be giving up now, especially considering what I have on the line to lose- my wolf, but I wasn’t dumb, I could tell when I wasn’t wanted, and Rory had made it more than clear that he genuinely hated me. Which is why I’ve somehow decided that I’d only try one more time, then if the response is still the same, then I’d respect his decision and live the rest of my life like this.

I’d return back to living without any fragment of his scent, and I’d return back to forcing myself to sleep with omegas whose scents were so revolting to me, but at least I’d go back to being the normal me, and not the one that was suddenly attracted to Kenny of all people. At least if I didn’t get to see Rory or be around him, I won’t get yo see or be around Kenny or get whiffs of his scent because that was the exact thing that got me fucked up and got my mind completely filled with all those weird, lewd thoughts.

When I picked up my phone, I went into the inbox of the text I sent him last night. He read the text but didn’t respond, but at least he didn’t block me and I consider that a little win. This is the same inbox I’d use in texting you tonight with a different approach. However, if it doesn’t work out, I won’t be trying any longer. Not because I didn’t want to, but because like Kenny said, I was supposed to be treating Rory like he was his own person who is also entitled to his own decisions.

Even though it would be so freaking hard.

My mind traveled back to the fact that he really had a child. He didn’t look like he had had a child before, he looked just like he looked back then, although more prettier and curvier. But then I’ve never witnessed how a pregnant male omega looked before, that was how rare they were, which is why it’s still so shocking that he actually got pregnant and birthed a child.

I could vividly remember the night we fucked. I hadn’t used protection for the first time because he was a virgin and definitely couldn’t have had an infection, and also because I believed he couldn’t get pregnant like other male Omegas.

But now I’m finding out he got pregnant in the same year he disappeared.

If I connect the dots, then it means...

Wait, wait, wait...

I stopped myself at that moment, and then I breathed out a burst of laughter for about a minute.

What the hell was i thinking? That Rory child could somehow belong to me?

That thought was so Hilarious that it made me laugh again. How could his child belong to me? It was just impossible because somehow, I just believed I’d be able to tell if I’ve had a child this whole time.

And besides, if the child was indeed mine, Rory would have definitely searched for me to break the news to me.

Granted, I rejected him, but he’d have still returned to break the news to me. Except he hated me that much for rejecting him?

But he’d have definitely still searched for me because it was common news omegas preferred to raise their kid with its father than doing it alone.

The kid probably belonged to somehow else, perhaps someone else he fucked shortly after I rejected him. Perhaps he gave up his body to that person like he did to me back then. That thought left a sour taste in my mouth and I almost pulled my hair out of my head with a long groan spilling past my lips

~~~

Malik believed i shouldn’t give up even if Rory refused to listen to me again, and that instead, I should try using force since I undoubtedly have more connections and control than him even though he was now rich. But I reminded him he had always had shitty ideas so his suggestion wasn’t welcomed, a response which he heartily laughed at.

When I shot Rory a text that night, I spent half of the text apologizing, acknowledging all of my wrongs and trying to make sure to sound like the complete opposite of what Kenny accused me of being last night.

About five hours later, he responded, a simple text.

Rory: hi, Jason. Yes, we can meet up. I’ll send you an address.