We were out of earshot and eyesight of the children now.
“You should leave this herd,” Rock said, a cruel glint in his eyes. “Nobody wants you here. Who wants to mate with an old omega like you, anyway?”
My back leg itched to kick Rock in the nuts. “Keep talking. It must feel good to run your mouth like that.”
Furious, Rock lunged to headbutt me with his antlers. But the action was so predictable that I nimbly sidestepped out of the way. That pissed Rock off even further and he threw his rack at me again. A simple step back was all it took to dodge it. Rock was all brawn and no brain. A hamster could outwit him.
But Rock’s failure to intimidate me angered him. His face twisted in a scowl. “I’ll get you for this, Morgan.”
“Get me for what?” I asked bluntly. “I didn’t do anything to you.”
Rock had no smart reply. He ran off, kicking up a clod of dirt in his fury. I rolled my eyes and wondered if all alphas were as stupid as Rock. If they were, maybe I should have been glad none of them wanted to mate with me.
I didn’treallyfeel that way. I wanted a mate. I wanted kids.
But I was left wondering—who would want an omega like me?
