Chapter Twelve – White Gold

I'd thought my mate had just randomly snapped at my question. Turns out, as I was walking down the hall behind my mate, next to Godric, I learnt why not all the pack wore white gold. After pushing away the first few attackers myself, my mate had finally growled at them, making them back off. Although, I did note that the ones who had attacked me were ones I'd beaten back before. I withheld the urge to smirk at them. They were such sore loosers.

Walking through the pack, I was reminded that Omega wolves were banded together. But why? Darius, my Omega mate had a reason – even if it was stupid, so why were these wolves following him? I held my tongue however, as I entered what looked like a house from the outside but garage on the inside. Wow. That was a lot of cars.

Darius lead us to a five seater black BMW, neither Omega said anything as they each got in. Darius in the driver seat, Godric in the back seat behind the passenger. Both in seats that would make me uncomfortable in any of the remaining seats. But I didn't deny my wolf her wish, climbing into the front passenger seat. Allowing her, at least, to enjoy her marked mates presence.

Neither Omega said anything as Darius drove us off the property. I wanted to ask why Darius was with us. Wanted to ask as he'd said that only Godric would be going with me. But there was a tense, almost touchable atmosphere in the car. One burning between the two Omega's. It was as though they were only suffering each others presence because they needed too rather than wanted too. It was quite sad really. Before getting in the car with them, I'd thought they were friends. Apparently not. Did an Omega even have any friends? Or were friends different to them like mates were?

I glanced at the radio for the hundredth time in ten minutes, wishing it would just turn on before shaking my head, why was I being such a coward all of a sudden? Moving forward, I turned the radio onto the Heart radio station where a song by James Arthur called Impossible was playing.

It took the rest of the song, and several more until we reached the train station. The radio hadn't done anything except agitate the Omega's more which in turn had made the tense air in the car so bad I'd put the window down for a fresh breath of air. Note to self, never get in a car with more than one Omega unless absolutely nessecary. Or turn on the radio.

As Darius pulled to a stop in the taxi area, I wasn't the only one to get out as soon as the ignition was off. Both Omegas' were out with looks of disgust on their faces. Darius came around the car to me as Godric disappeared inside. I had to fight the urge to pull Darius close, damn this mating mark, damn my wolf who was almost growling at me, knowing we were about to part from him.

I rubbed the mating mark Darius had given me in irritation that all I'd heard about the marks were true. Darius' eyes followed and stared at my hand blankly while I had a feeling he was pushing his wolf down. Having your mates mark – aka your mates spit running through your viens, apart of their human-wolf self running through you – made you itch to stay close and complete the mating. Hell, if this was true, was it also true that you felt bound more than ever when the mating was completed? Bound so that your heart ached desperately when seperated? Bound so that you fell into a fit of rage and depression of your soulmate not being with you? Of course, that was only a few. True mates were actually quite rare. Most mates nowerdays were only best friends thinking they were perfect for one another. One plus point was that they wouldn't feel all that desperation, instead, they'd long. Long for their true mate.

Staring back at Darius, I suddenly remembered the verse from James Arthur's Impossible song that had played on the radio: "And you were strong and I was not, My illusion, my mistake, I was careless, I forgot, I did,

"And now when all is done, There is nothing to say, You have gone and so effortlessly, You have won"

The first, so true. It was so easy to forget, at least for a moment, that Darius was an Omega. An Omega who would be brutal and deadly if this mating was crossed. But surely matings weren't supposed to be like this. They were supposed to be enjoyed by both parties. But this was only three sided. Darius; his wolf; my wolf; but not me – until I forgot what he was. When I forgot earlier, I couldn't have been happier, but I couldn't forget. I had to remember that he was a murder, had killed my father – even after all the bad my father had done – and that he'd threatened my mothers life on meeting. Yet, I knew deep down that I did want to forget. And for one moment, just one, I wished I wasn't the child of an Alpha with strong lines.

The second verse scared me. Would Darius win me so easily into mating like he had with me marking him? Would he drive my human side to rely on my wolf as he had done before? But then he had agreed to my deal. To not force me into mating him. But could you really trust the word of an Omega? Even though I had spent the last week in a room away from others, I'd learnt enough about Omega's to know that they were almost another race.

Normal wolves were more human in human form and it evened out while we were in wolf form. Omega's... They were more wolf. They relied on emotion and instinct. That didn't help when the majorty of wolves at the house were Omega, emotions running high because they all wanted was to be left alone or to control those around them.

Darius stepped closer then, so close I could feel his breath on my cheek. "Remember to return Zarah. Unless I'm not the only wolf that enjoys the chase..."

I felt my spine stiffen at his words. "I'll return. It's not like I have a choice anyway." As I said the last, I looked in the direction Godric had disappeared in.

Darius gripped my chin tightely, turning me back to him, jade green filled my vision. Such pretty eyes for such a deadly wolf. "No, you don't. But I'd rather you come back willingly."

"Why?" I demanded, I couldn't even tell myself to try and pull away from his grip, the pressure was oddly reassuring. Damn mark! "Hoping I'll come back ready to mate you?"

He smirked – a first from him. "Something like that." His smirk dropped like it had never been. "Just remember, I'm not the only one chasing you."

"Who else is chasing me?"

"You're not stupid, my little alpha-blood mate, you know who else is chasing you," he paused. "While you're saving your pack, why don't you clear your eyes and see who is the lesser evil."

His eyes flickered over my shoulder before returning back to mine, then in a movement so quick, I was suddenly pressed chest to chest, his arms crushing me, his lips firmly planted on mine. My wolf whined and pushed forward. Pushing me to kiss him back, and for one moment, I did. I kissed an Omega. And worse part? It felt good.

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