Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 50: What it means to be an omega

Chapter 50: What it means to be an omega

Content with where she was seated, Vivian remained obediently still as Ronan fed her. Such gestures were new territory for her, especially since they were initiated by an Alpha.

Vivian was never fortunate enough to be on the receiving end of such affections or care from any of the Alphas her father forced her to mate with.

So now that she was convinced that Ronan would always treat her kindly, she somehow became too dependent on that privilege.

Ronan, on the contrary, was unable to comprehend why Vivian was much more comfortable with him now than before. She didn’t object to sitting on his lap, and she seemed cheerful.

It wouldn’t be fair or appropriate to reveal the dastardly nature behind the curse on her body at this moment.

"Did something happen while I was away?" Ronan enquired with intrigue, a subtle amused smile forming on his lips as he watched the way Vivian shifted to make herself comfortable on his lap.

"Oh...I’m sorry for being too familiar." Vivian apologised, promptly swallowing the berry she popped into her mouth. "I didn’t mean to overstep—"

"I’m not pushing you away, Vivian," Ronan said in a low, soothing tone as he caressed her cheek, which instantly prompted her to lean into his touch. "I just want to know why you’re so cheerful."

"Are you saying I’m being strange?" Vivian tilted her head to the side, her lips pursed. "I could say the same about you. You’re not being distant or cold."

"Valid point, sweetheart," Ronan chuckled, a deep, sonorous sound that nearly made her breathless. It was a handsome sound to the ear, resonating along her neck and spine. "Tell me, I’ve heard you were misbehaving earlier."

"Misbehaving?" Vivian blinked in confusion, tapping her lip with her finger to remember. "I didn’t go anywhere while you were asleep." Her pretty emerald eyes, clearly gleaming with mischief, wandered over to random objects around the dining hall.

"I heard you’ve been barking back. Want to tell me about that?"

Ronan’s hands perched on either side of her waist, tenderly massaging there to ensure she was at ease and convey that he wasn’t upset with her in any way.

Vivian savoured the soothing feeling of his strong hands working seamlessly to erase the exhaustion and tension from her body.

"I thought perhaps... you wouldn’t want me to be too friendly with others," Vivian confessed, her eyes glazing over from relief as his hands delved lower to her hips. "Alphas... well, Dane always yelled at me for getting too comfortable with anyone other than him or talking too familiarly with them."

Ronan’s therapeutic ministrations slowed as he pondered on the matter. While he did commend Vivian earlier for being guarded and possessing a fiery tongue, he wanted her to display those qualities of her own accord.

Not because of a traumatic response as a result of Dane’s brutish demands.

And not because she assumed that he was no different from her bastard ex-mate.

"Vivian," Ronan mentioned her name softly, rubbing slow circles on the small of her back. "I don’t mind if you don’t want to open up to others or be friendly with them, but I want that to be your own decision, not because you think I am controlling your actions."

"I... don’t understand," Vivian said, her brows furrowing in wonder. "You are my Alpha; do I not obey what you want me to do? Am I not supposed to submit to you?"

Just what in the Old World’s name did Dane do to her?

Ronan was aware he was a despicable and disgusting Alpha based on the brief details Vivian provided, but what had he done to traumatise her to this extent that she was convinced she was something to be used and controlled?

The Lycan Alpha barely suppressed a growl.

The more he discovered about Dane and Alaric, the more he desired their impending demise.

"What do you think being an Omega wolf means, sweetheart?" Ronan asked, choosing a different approach than usual instead of forcing Vivian to accept his views.

Vivian exhaled a heavy breath and shifted on his lap again.

"Well, an omega wolf is meant to be respectful and obedient to their Alpha. They need to be mindful of their actions and follow their Alpha’s rules," she explained her view, pausing before continuing again, "An omega wolf must never become an inconvenience to their Alpha nor become a weak point that can be targeted."

Utterly astounded.

Ronan’s eyes widened in disbelief, almost as if Vivian’s perspective of omegas was the most unnatural notion he’d ever heard before.

However, he knew she was in no way responsible for her twisted mindset that absorbed its ideals from the way she was treated by Dane.

"Would you like to hear what I believe an omega wolf is?" Ronan resumed massaging her waist, determined to make certain that she was relaxed and that her mind was at peace to understand what he was trying to impart.

He didn’t shun her beliefs, nor question them, because then she would react with hostility and assume he was forcing his ideals onto her.

Vivian only nodded slowly, unsure of what to expect.

Ronan wrapped an arm around her waist to draw her closer, and he used his free hand to cradle the back of her head, bringing her chin to rest on his shoulder.

In her ear, he whispered, "To me, an omega means emotional strength for an Alpha." The first point was uttered and his fingers delved into the thick clusters of her hair, slowly stroking the strands. "An omega becomes their Alpha’s balance, a confidante, a partner, and a friend. They’re the unspoken support of a pack."

Vivian’s body shivered from the heat of his lips and warm breath ghosting over the shell of his ear. Compared to her views, Ronan seemed to have a rather optimistic opinion on omegas.

Was the man even real at this point?

Which Alpha would ever have such ideals?

"Perhaps you don’t believe me yet, sweetheart," Ronan murmured, holding her tight. "In due time, I will prove all that to you. Do you believe me?"

"I want to," she said earnestly, lost to the sensations of his expert hands exploring her body in all the pleasurably right ways. "I will try to."

"Good girl," he complimented.

Vivian pulled back slightly, her gaze narrowing as she peered into the depths of his eyes, and Ronan was slightly taken aback by her scrutiny.

"You...are not him," Vivian deduced, searching for the gold glow in his eyes to determine whether it was his Lycan in control or Ronan himself.