Alpha's regret, omega's rise

Evelyn.

The pool of desire for Alpha Thomas swirls within me, making my heart race with uncertainty. Discovering I am his mate adds a layer of complexity to my emotions. Anxiety knots in my stomach, but I push it aside, focusing on the task at hand. Scrubbing the last section of the toilet, I step back to admire my work, muttering, "This should do the trick.”

Cleaning has always been a skill of mine, though I resent it as a potential life sentence. The notion of being Alpha Thomas's chosen mate by the Moon Goddess feels like a surreal shift. My working days should be over, but he hasn't acknowledged our connection. Did the Moon Goddess reveal it to him last night? I ponder this as I scratch my palm nervously.

Done with his bathroom, a surge of anticipation propels me out, but the fear of being caught lingers. I risk staying longer, yearning for a glimpse of him. Thoughts of Alpha Thomas consume my days – a mix of a crush and an undeniable sexual desire. As an ordinary omega, I can't escape the reality of our societal differences, yet hope persists.

Stepping back into his room, I release a sigh just as Alpha Thomas's bedroom door swings open, revealing his presence.

Gasping, I instinctively hide in his closet as he storms in, slamming the door behind him, sending shivers of fear down my spine. Unsure of his anger's source, I know it's best to remain concealed; facing his wrath is not on my to-do list. Despite the risk, I decide it's worth it.

Peering cautiously from my hiding spot, I witness him collapsing onto his bed with a heavy sigh. His weariness and frustration are evident, visible even from my covert vantage point. For about five minutes, I silently observe, marveling at his physique. Strong and relaxed under the soft bedroom light, his jet-black hair tousles in a casually appealing way. Alpha Thomas exudes both strength and ease, creating an enchanting presence in the room.

My thoughts wander to a desire to be close to him, under him – an intense longing that has grown since my family and I were taken in by his father, long before he assumed the role of Alpha.

He never seem to notice my existence, following the strict rule that he despises cleaners in his room, yet demands it to be pristine upon his return. The clock ticks to 7 in the evening, and he shouldn't be back until later, giving me hope of an escape.

Having cleaned his room earlier, I find myself stuck, uncertain of his plans. He sits up abruptly, reaching for a ringing phone. "Speak," he commands, his deep, booming voice sending a mix of fear and desire through me. Suppressing a sigh, I listen as he responds, "Yes, I am aware of that. I will be out shortly," before tossing the phone aside and exhaling sharply, resuming his reclined position.

Peeking at him from my hiding spot again, he suddenly rises, prompting a gasp as I hastily retreat into the safety of his closet. Closing my eyes, I hope he didn't notice me, heart racing at the thought of what might happen if he discovered me.

My breathing was shallow, but I stood very still so I wouldn't get caught by him. I was hoping to hear the sound of his door open and he’d leave the room so I’d manage to also run, but instead, I watched him take off his clothes. My eyes widened as I let out a soundless gasp. I wanted to take my eyes off Alpha Thomas as he stripped naked, but I couldn't help myself. My eyes were glued to his naked body.

He was tall and had a broad chest and shoulders. His physique was too good to be true. He had a body that any guy would dream to have. Now I understand why he's so arrogant and has a chunk of pride. From my hiding spot, I watched him walk into the bathroom, literally naked. I saw everything on his body, and it just increased my sexual attraction for him.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. My body was tense, every muscle ready to snap. The silence that followed was almost deafening. I could hear my own heartbeat, fast and loud. I needed to get out of there, but my legs felt like jelly.

The last thing I wanted was for him to find me here. If he did, I didn’t know what he would do. I had to move, had to get away before he came out. But my feet were still stuck, my body frozen in place.

I kept telling myself to move, to run, but I couldn’t. The image of him, so strong and confident, was burned into my mind. It was like a scene from a dream, too unreal to be true. But it was real, and I was here, hiding and watching.

Every sound made me jump, every shadow made me pause. I was on edge, every sense heightened. But I kept moving, step by step, until I was far enough away to feel safe. My heart was still racing, but I knew I was out of immediate danger.

I took a deep breath and looked out one more time. Alpha Thomas was still in the bathroom, unaware of my presence. I had been lucky this time. But I knew I couldn’t let my guard down. I had to be careful, had to stay alert. The thrill of what I had seen would stay with me, but I couldn’t let it cloud my judgment. I had to stay focused, stay safe.

But then I cannot help myself. I bite my lower lip, thinking of how good it'd be to have him kissing me while he's still naked and wet from the shower he took. How he’ll carry me to his king-size bed while we still kiss and he’ll hover on top of me. I'll kiss him all over his firm yet soft body and hear him moan. I'd please... I'm willing to please Alpha Thomas.

I take a shallow deep breath and relax back in his closet while his suits cover me more. I touched one of the suits and sniffed it, closing my eyes. It smelled like him. Sandal cologne and arrogance.

I got bored with sniffing his clothes like a weirdo and shifted slightly, trying to make myself more comfortable in the cramped space. The suits hung around me, their fabric brushing against my skin. I felt trapped, but also strangely excited.

I kept thinking about Alpha Thomas. His body, his confidence, the way he moved. It was all so captivating. The sound of the water running in the shower made my imagination run wild. I pictured him under the spray, water cascading down his muscular frame. The thought made my cheeks flush and my breath quicken.

Minutes felt like hours as I waited. The sound of the shower eventually stopped, and I tensed up. He would come out soon. I held my breath, hoping he wouldn’t find me. The anticipation was almost unbearable. I could hear him moving around in the bathroom, and then finally, the door opened.

He walked out, the towel around his waist barely covering him. I could see the droplets of water glistening on his skin. He looked even more incredible than before. I felt a pang of disappointment that he wasn’t completely naked, but the sight of him was still thrilling. I watched as he dried his hair, every movement graceful and self-assured.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away. He seemed to take his time, enjoying his reflection in the mirror. I could see the muscles in his back and arms flex as he moved. It was like watching a scene from a movie, too perfect to be real. I wanted to reach out, to touch him, but I knew I couldn’t. I had to stay hidden.

The minutes dragged on. I shifted again, trying to ease the tension in my legs. The desire inside me was growing, making it harder to stay still. I felt a wave of horniness. Why did I have to be here, hiding, when I wanted to be out there with him? The thought of being caught sent a thrill of fear through me, but it also made everything more exciting.

Finally, he seemed to finish with his hair. He turned away from the mirror and walked towards his bed. I held my breath again, praying he wouldn’t come too close to the closet. If he found me, I didn’t know what would happen. But a part of me almost wanted him to. The danger, the excitement, it was all so intoxicating.

He sat on the edge of the bed, still unaware of my presence. I let out a slow breath, trying to calm my racing heart. The room was quiet now, the only sound my own breathing. I knew I had to stay hidden until he left, but it was getting harder and harder to resist the urge to come out.

I closed my eyes, trying to focus. I needed to stay calm, to keep my head clear. But the image of him was burned into my mind. I could still see every detail, every curve of his body. The desire inside me was almost overwhelming. I had to keep control, to stay hidden until it was safe. But the thrill of the moment was too strong to ignore.

I looked around, but the closet was dark. I sighed and peeked again, but I didn't see Alpha Thomas anywhere. Did he step out without wearing anything, or was he just out of my view? I wanted to peek more, but I was too afraid to do that because if he catches an omega in his room, spying on him after she was done cleaning his room, I'd be as good as dead. He wouldn't care that the Moon Goddess chose me as his mate.

I slowly leaned forward, just enough to peek out of the closet door again. My eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of him. The room was still, and the only sound I could hear was the faint drip of water from the shower. I strained my ears, trying to catch any hint of movement. The tension was almost too much to bear.

What if he was just out of sight? What if he was waiting, knowing that I was hiding here? The thought made my skin crawl. I couldn't shake the fear of being caught. I had seen his anger before, and I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to punish me. Being an omega meant I had to be extra careful around Alphas like him. Even if the Moon Goddess had chosen me as his mate, it wouldn't matter if he was furious.

I shifted slightly, trying to get a better angle without making any noise. The closet was cramped, and my muscles were starting to ache from staying so still. I wanted to stretch, to move, but I didn’t dare. Every creak of the floorboard, every rustle of the clothes around me felt like it could give me away.

I don't know how he did it, but out of nowhere, a strong grip seizes my wrist. I barely have time to react before I'm yanked out, a gasp of fear escaping my lips. My heart pounds in my chest as I try to make sense of what just happened.

It's Alpha Thomas.