Chapter 29: His Real Mate!

Dante took a glance at Selene.

She was turning a glaring red, fingers clutching into the collar of her pajamas. There was panic in her eyes.

She looked no different from an omega going into a sudden heat.

But how could that be?

She wasn’t his mate. And...

"Aren’t you a wild omega?" he asked.

Selene was just as confused, unable to process anything in her state. She was a wild omega, one who had never been affected by an alpha, or even a supreme alpha no matter how close they were to her.

She couldn’t understand what was happening.

Why was Dante affecting her?

Why was her body suddenly reacting to him, putting her in a pre-heat already?

She no longer even had control of her pheromones. It was oozing off her, spreading and encompassing the entire room.

Dante was losing his mind.

He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

This pheromone...

[Let me out! Let me out, Dante! She is ours! That woman—]

"Enough!" Dante snapped.

He stormed his way over to her and snatched her by the bicep.

Selene immediately shoved at his chest, pushing him away. She clutched around herself, shakingly touching her mating spot.

It was stinging, painful. And all she could think of at that very moment was wanting this man to bite her. To mark her.

And it made no sense.

They weren’t mates.

Omegas, be it the wild or the regular one would never crave to be marked unless the alpha was truly their mate.

She was already a wild omega who didn’t desire a mate. How could she possibly be wanting this man Dante to mark her, a man who had already marked another?

"Don’t come close." She held the wall for support, shaking her head. "D-don’t come close."

Outside the door, Meris was beginning to get restless.

Something was wrong inside there. Dante was hiding something from her, she knew, and she was beginning to get paranoid.

"What is going on inside there?" she muttered under her breath.

Why won’t he open the door? Why won’t he let me in?

"Does he have another woman in there?" the moment she questioned herself like this, she hurriedly shook her head.

No! No! Dante isn’t like that.

The man could be cruel in many ways, but Meris knew he was not the sort of man who would hold another woman despite having a mate. She was a fake mate, but...

"...he doesn’t know that. To him, we are true mates, he’s even marked me. There is just no way he would have another woman in there."

But she was paranoid.

It was a possibility.

Lately, Dante had begun to feel like a different person. No matter how much she released her pheromones to fuel the forced mate bond, it holds on for a little while before he begins to suddenly put distances between them.

It was as if the act of fueling the fake mate bond was no longer working. It was losing its effect.

"No... No...."

Meris quickly grabbed the handle of the door and shook it rapidly to open it. "Dante! Dante, let me in. Are you okay? Is something wrong?"

She begged, "I know I was wrong Dante, but I’ve realized my mistake now. Please...please let us talk. I have just been insecure lately, Dante. I was just being protective of what’s mine. Was it wrong for me to be upset that you married another woman when I’m your mate?"

She banged her hands on the door.

"Any woman would be upset, so I put her in the storage room. Please, let me explain things to you. Don’t be so upset at..."

Her words ceased, falling back down her throat as her face shifted into a frown. She squeezed her forehead, nose twitching at the sudden smell sipping from beneath the door.

It was the smell of a pheromone, a sweet pheromone that she had only gotten a whiff off only once in her life.

This was...

Dante’s pheromones.

Why were his pheromone suddenly leaking? Dante was not the type who just lets out his pheromones, not even for her. Why then was...

Her nose twitched again.

Along with Dante’s pheromone, there was...another pheromone...

Her face immediately darkened.

It was a feminine yet wild pheromone. To any other smelling it, it was almost violent, yet...it was nearly perfectly mixing with Dante’s pheromone that it was almost hard to pick up.

"A woman..."

Her heart dropped to her stomach.

There was another woman in the room with Dante.

She suddenly realized this was the reason he refused to open the door and let her in.

"Dante!" She lifted her hands, just about to knock onto the door when the door was suddenly pulled up.

She froze.

Selene rushed out.

She didn’t spare her a glance, pushing past her with her shoulders as she hurried away.

Meris turned and stared after her.

She was an omega and she knew what an omega like her would look like when they were on the verge of going into a sudden heat.

Selena as of this moment...was no different.

She had no control over her pheromone and she looked disoriented.

Meris froze on the spot. What...had they done?

What could Dante have possibly done to put her in heat? Selene was a wild omega so not even Dante could possibly affect her with his pheromone and scent.

How then...did he shock her into a pre-heat?

Could it be...

She shook.

"No..." She frantically shook her head. "No, it’s not possible! She’s not his mate, she couldn’t be!"

It just wasn’t possible!

If she was his mate, why hadn’t Dante known up until now? Why hadn’t he reacted to her up until now?

Meris’s teeth clattered in extreme anxiousness.

There was also something else. Even though Dante never reacted to Selene like a mate would, ever since her arrival, he had been pulling away from her for whatever reason.

And when things happened...he often drifted to Selene, choosing her...

...first!

"No, no! It can’t be."

What sort of a coincidence would this be? That the woman he married in the name of a peace treaty was his...mate?! His real...mate! A wild omega!

Immediately panicking, Meris shoved the door open and rushed inside. She glanced around.

The room was filled with Dante’s overwhelming pheromone. It was nearly putting her in heat. Yet, he was nowhere to be found.

"Dante?"

"Dante?!"

She rushed to the balcony, he wasn’t there. She rushed over to the walk in closet, he was neither there.

Her gaze fell to the bathroom door.

It was left wide open.