Chapter 4 Omega Mate

Rowena POV

"My Alpha..." the words slip from my mate's mouth like a plea.

I cock my head to the side in confusion. Why would he think that I am his Alpha? Luca is the Alpha of this pack. Kneeling in front of my mate, I place two fingers under his chin and lift his gaze to meet mine.

"I am no Alpha," I say with a smile on my face. "But I am your mate, Rowena."

My mate shakes his head. "There is no way the Moon Goddess would mate me with someone who has Alpha Blood."

Furrowing my eyebrows, I look at my mate. "Do you not wish to be mated to me?" I ask as I help him to his feet.

Once again, my mate refuses to meet my gaze. "I just assumed you would reject me because of my status."

"I don't care about your status," I say sternly. "I only want to be with my mate."

Grabbing ahold of my mate's hand, I begin to pull him in the direction of the pack house. "Where are we going?" He asks in a terrified voice.

"To the pack house," I laugh. "You are my mate."

"But Omegas aren't allowed in the pack house after hours, Alpha," my mate says quietly.

"I think my brother will make an exception for you," I smile brightly.

My mate follows behind me. His hand is warm in my own. The tingles of the mate bond flow through us as we walk together. As we get closer to the pack house, I can sense his unease from within the bond.

Quietly, we make our way through the back door of the packhouse. The orange glow of the rising sun is shining through the windows. I quietly walk up the stairs, practically dragging my mate along behind me.

'I would have thought he would have been more eager,' I pout to Freya in my mind.

'He is just scared because of your status. You will have to lure him out of his shell,' Freya says.

'How do I do that?' I ask Freya. 'I have no experience with men. Luca made sure of that.'

'As he should have,' Freya growls. 'Saving yourself for your mate is the most important thing a she-wolf can do.'

I cannot help but roll my eyes at Freya's old-school way of thinking. I was the only she-wolf in school that was not allowed to have a boyfriend.

Freya ignores my internal groaning. 'You need to mark him immediately. Your brother will not approve of the status of your mate. But if you mark him, he cannot deny the bond.'

Standing outside of my bedroom door, I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth. Once I open the door, there is no turning back. I glance over my shoulder, and my handsome mate is grinning at me from ear to ear.

I fumble with the doorknob, and finally, the door swings open. Ushering my mate into the room, I shut the door behind him, clicking the lock. My mate's eyes trail shamelessly up and down my body.

"Are you sure you want an Omega for a mate?" He asks me one final time.

"Only if you tell me your name," I smile at him.

My mate takes two steps toward me. Running his fingers up and down my arms. "My name is Jackson."

"Jackson," I whisper.

Something within me switches on when I say Jackson's name, and I want this man. I want to mark him as my own. Reaching forward, I grab the waistline of his pants and pull him closer to me. My fingers nimbly work to undo the button and zipper. Once I have undone his pants, I slide my hand inside and hastily grip his growing member.

Jackson holds entirely still as I clumsily stroke his cock. "Touch me," I beg him.

As if he is working under a command, Jackson raises his hand and slides it under my oversized t-shirt. Skillfully, he palms one of my breasts and then rolls my nipple between his fingers. I lean my head back against the door, and a soft mewl leaves my mouth.

"I want you," I moan.

Jackson grabs ahold of my wrist and removes it from his pants. His eyes look hesitant, but still, he scoops me into his arms and carries me across the room to my bed. He gently sets me down on the bed and hovers over me.

"Kiss me," I demand.

His eyes light up as he looks down at me. He slowly lowers himself on top of me and presses his lips to mine. Sparks erupt between us. Jackson's tongue slides into my mouth, and I awkwardly try to match his movements, but Jackson doesn't seem to mind. My back arches off the bed, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, trying to pull him down onto me.

Instead of coming closer, Jackson pulls away from me and stands at the edge of the bed, panting heavily. "We should slow down," he breathes. "What if you change your mind about being mated to an Omega?"

Sitting up on the bed, I strip the t-shirt from my body. A blush heats my face as I sit naked in front of a man for the first time, but I refuse to break eye contact. "I won't change my mind," I tell him. "You were made for me."

Jackson growls with approval under his breath and begins to strip off his clothes. Before I have a chance to react, Jackson is hovering over me. I lay back on the bed, and Jackson's eyes twinkle with excitement.

"I never in a million years would have thought..." Jackson begins, but I silence him with a kiss.

Jackson groans into the kiss. I feel his fingers trail down my stomach until he reaches the apex between my thighs. Slowly he runs his fingers up and down my slit. "You are so wet already," Jackson tells me, and my face flushes with need.

He slowly plunges a finger into my core, and I gasp at the intrusion. Jackson pumps a single finger in and out of me, and a strange feeling begins to pulsate through my body. He adds a second finger, stretching me farther.

"I need you," I say, demanding for Jackson to claim me.

"Yes, Alpha," Jackson says with a smirk on his lips.

"Don't call me that," I laugh as I playfully smack him on the arm.

Jackson smiles as he reaches between us and lines his cock up with my entrance. He slides the tip of his cock between my folds, coating himself him my juices. "Are you ready?" He asks with a concerned look.

"I am," I breathe out.

Carefully, Jackson pushes his way into my core. I hold my breath because the pain is more than I expected.

"You have to breathe," Jackson says as he peppers my face with kisses. "Focus on the pleasure."

I nod my head up and down, trying to listen to the advice of my mate. With each movement, the pain becomes less, and the pleasure begins to grow.

I can feel my canines pierce through my gums, and I know that Freya wants to mark our mate. I shove his head to the side, exposing his neck. I run my tongue over the nape of his neck before sinking my teeth into his neck. After I remove my canines from his neck, I seal the mark into place with my tongue.

Jackson continues to thrust within me as he swipes my hair off my neck. He leans in to mark me, and the sound of the lock on my door clicking open causes him to pause. The door swings open, and I close my eyes, not wanting to see who is at my door.

A terrible voice interrupts us, "Rowena..."