The Vampire’s Omega

Chapter 42.

Damien Blackwood sat down back on his couch, his placed his head on his hands as he was deep in thought.

For the second time in his life, he was confused, he didn’t know what he wanted, neither did he know what to do. The first time was when his mate was dying and the second is now.

“Should I go to that place where we mated? Can I even find my way back there? Should I just trace her with her scent? Which clothes did I even wore that day?” He kept on wondering.

He stood up from the couch and headed to his restricted room, he searched through his wardrobe but couldn’t detect the clothes he wore. It got to a time he began to inhale the scent of all his tops, packing shirts, round necks, T-shirts and all his upper clothing which were all black in color but he couldn’t detect the scent he was trying to pick, all of them had his scent over them and they were ever new clothes.

“You are a mess Damien, remember that you don’t wear a cloth twice, you must have disposed the cloth.” Dam, his wolf finally reminded him.

“Shit! Shit!! Shit!!!” Damien stomped his feet on the floor and fell himself on his bed, feeling so frustrated, he had restricted himself from wearing a cloth twice because of the maids touch, he was avoiding their touches at all cost and he didn’t wanted to wear a cloth washed by them.

“How will we locate her then?” Damien asked Dam.

“I don’t know, don’t you remember the route to the pack where we met her and made love to her?” Dam asked him.

“I don’t remember, I teleported randomly and met myself there and moreover, I was drunk, I was unable to register the place in my mind. Even when I woke up, I was such in an hurry to wash up my body to memorize my environment.” Damien complained.

“Then it is your fault.”

“Aren’t you anxious to meet her like me? Am I the only anxious one here? Aren’t we suppose to be feeling the same thing?”Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I am anxious too, she made me feel something but I am sure that we are not ready to meet her. Don’t complain to me anymore, when we are ready, we will find her but right, our pack needs us more than anything and hey, don’t say any other thing, in fact, I will block myself out.” Dam said and kept quiet, not ready to talk anymore.

That is the position Damien and Dam found themselves since the death of Marisol, their luna and mate.

They used to be lively, and happy but everything changed in that tragic moment they lost her, they also lost themselves that day and their once lively life turned to a dark one. They hated the way they lived but that was the best way they could live for them to forget all their pains.

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Abrams got out of Damien’s chamber, only to be stopped by Rosita. Rosita folded her hands below her breasts, her glare fixed on Abrams.

“What was your discussion with him? What is his sickness all about?” She questioned immediately.

Rosita had a really huge crush on Damien since childhood, though she wasn’t close to him during that time, she used to love him from afar, it got developed and now, she was basically obsessed with him.

When Damien got mated to Marisol his dead mate, Rosita almost killed herself, though Damien didn’t noticed her but she thought she would be his miraculous mate. Then Marisol began to fall sick and was dying, Rosita’s father helped her at first and she was healed that everybody thought she was healed completely and Damien was so grateful to him and for the fact that he died while helping the luna made Damien to be grateful to him and made his only daughter and child his beta.

Rosita’s father last wish when he was dying was for Damien to protect Rosita which was why he was always avoiding her from offending him because he wouldn’t spare her if she do and after all, he still lost his luna.

“Hey! Hey!!” Abrams called, waving his hand on Rosita’s face, bring her back from her reverie. “What are you thinking?”

Rosita smirked, shaking her head to keep her thoughts at bay. “Don’t ask me that, just answer my damn questions, I don’t have all day, what is the nature of his sickness?” She questioned.

Abrams shook his head before trying to walk away but Rosita pulled him back, preventing him from leaving.

“I asked some questions Abrams, why are you ignoring my question?”

“Because they are dumb. If you want the answers to your questions, then go straight to my alpha’s room and ask him.” Abrams said and turned to walk away but got pulled back again.

“Now, what’s your problem?” He asked Rosita, his anger rising.

“I should be asking you same. I know that you were asked not to tell anyone what his sickness is all about but I am not anyone, I am his beta, I have to know and besides, what if the sickness has eaten more deeper into his system? Will he die too like his late luna?” Rosita said, trying to convince Abrams to tell her.

Abrams chuckled, “No wonder he mentioned your name in emphasis. You love poking your nose in everything that doesn’t concerns you, if you must know, you are no match to my alpha and you will always remain a beta to him, nothing more than that.”

“And you will not be a friend to him anymore too, you will remain a slave and worker to him!” Rosita fired at Abrams.

“At least, I’m still having hope. If my alpha finds a new mate, she will stop him from being cold and he will see me as a friend again. I’m still hopeful.” He said and finally walked away.

“Fuck you! I hate you so much!” Rosita yelled after him which he didn’t bothered to replied to.

Normally, Abrams used to be friend with Damien but the death of the luna stopped everything happening in the pack house and Damien became a shadow of himself, he saw himself to be someone that doesn’t deserved to be happy and then, everywhere became so cold and lifeless.