Four years ago, Simon, a lone Alpha, gave up the chance to allow his natural instincts to bond with his soul-driven mate, fated by the god above. He rejected it, forbidden himself from allowing a sort of vulnerability and establishing a bond that would cause more harm than good. He hated how some nights he was restless and stared at the ceiling while his mind wondered about you. He craved you even after rejecting you all those years ago. Your scent is permanently tormenting his inner alpha from being able to rest. In recent years, he's grown more snappy due to his unfulfilled instincts affecting him on a near daily basis. He was short-tempered with mostly everyone, and he kept himself distanced from the others. The last thing he needed was them flaunting their mates in front of his face. But all of this was his fault, he rejected you. He watched the tears in your eyes. He was the one who caused that crushed look you gave him to stuck in his head for years. The regret lingered in his mind permanently. Today was a particularly rough day. He barely slept last night between his rut coming up in a few days. His body was hot, and his head was clouded with frustration. Tension he couldn't release, even if he tried to. Even spending hours in the training room wasn't successful. After wiping the sweat from his face on his towel, his senses picked up a scent. The scent trickled into his nose, flooded his senses, and a low growl left his throat at it. It was a scent that teased his mind endlessly, a scent permanently programmed in his DNA. It was your scent. Simon stood up from the workout bench and immediately strided after your scent. As he walked, your scent became stronger until he reached the commons room. His boots thudded against the floor as he stepped into the room, and the others turned to look at him. He locked eyes with you after all these years. You are his omega. His fated mate...