Pregnant And Rejected Omega

Stefan

Everyone stands quietly, and I know they are not foolish to believe this was a misunderstanding. Still, they won’t argue the point anymore. I should have realised that doing anything like that wouldn’t end well. It will only end in Harlyn being humiliated and facing the backlash from her father.

“A misunderstanding?” The Earl looks at Wayne and then glares at Harlyn. “What sort of misunderstanding would cause the king to feel he had to attack someone?” He looks at us.

I don’t want them to know what Harlyn was doing, and I don’t want her shamed for what was about to happen outside, in the gardens, where anyone could see.

“It was a misunderstanding, just as Wayne said, so forget about it. There’s no need to ask anything else,” I say, trying to make him forget this.

“Your Majesty, if they have done something to warrant being attacked, please just say. You do not need to defend them. You do not need to defend either of them.” The Earl looks at me, and I can see he wants me to speak, just so he has a reason to hate and punish Harlyn more. I’m not a fool.

I might have been for years, but I’m not anymore, and there is no way I will stand here and make out like she did anything wrong; she didn’t anyway. If I blame Wayne, I know the Earl will then blame Harlyn for bringing him here, so I won’t.

“I have said to forget it. That’s an order. We don’t discuss this anymore. I would rather this was forgotten. It was foolish, and repeating this misunderstanding does no good, do you hear me?” I step towards the Earl, who nods and backs down.

“Completly, Your Majesty, I shall not say another word about this matter.” He bows and steps back. This, however, has created more questions; even Samuel is looking at me like he thinks it’s bullshit.

It is, but no one can find out what was about to happen between Harlyn and Wayne. Samuel stares at me, and I nod. He knows exactly what I mean by that.

He knows to keep out of it and not ask. If I want to discuss it, I will do so later, in private, right now; however, I don’t want to. Could Samuel help? Would Harlyn believe Samuel if he told her the truth? I look at her and realise she won’t. My mother is right. To her, Wayne is her saviour, and no one can easily change that without proof.

Even I can see she wouldn’t believe Samuel, she would fight it and more than likely leave quicker than they had planned.

“Let’s just go, Wayne.” Harlyn goes to walk away, and I grasp her hand, unwilling to let her go. She can’t walk away with him right now. My other hand pulls Wayne’s off her, and he allows me. He doesn’t even try to fight against it.

“No.” My words are cold, and I pull her back to me. “I need to speak to you. You’re not going with him.” I pull her away from him, and everyone stares at me.

I don’t care if I look like a foolish or crazed man; I can’t let her go in there with him—not until she knows the truth, not until she knows how I feel.

Then maybe she won’t let him claim her. I see Samuel shaking his head at me. I need to do something to delay this. Pulling her away from them, she tries to break out of my hold.

“Let me go. Stefan, let go of me!” She screams, and I watch as everyone disappears. I’m glad, as I need to know. I need her to remember everything, not just me hating her.

“Your Majesty, you need to stop!” She stands defiantly, glaring at me.

“We need to talk, Harlyn. Once we talk, then fine. I will accept it and let you walk away from me. Right now, we need to talk.” She needs to listen and take in what I say, not just block it out.

“There is nothing I need to speak to you about, nothing I need to say.” She glances away from me, avoiding even the smallest bit of connection—she’s avoiding everything.

“You’re wrong, Harlyn,” I say, waiting for her to look at me.

“Why are you doing this?” Her words break slightly. “Why can’t you just let me be me?”

Because that isn’t her. Does she not realise that it isn’t her, it’s him? It’s what he made her into. I fight to straighten out my mind and speak.

“What do you want from me, Stefan? You rejected me and reminded me that no one is to know, and then you do this? I wasn’t good enough for you then, so I don’t care how you feel right now.”

Her words hurt, but I accept she is right. In her eyes, she wasn’t good enough for me. I made her believe that, lied, pushed her out, and hurt her. Standing, I watch the tears roll down her cheeks as she stays faced away from me.

“Stefan, just let me live my life.” Her statement hurts. I wish it was as simple as that, but I never wanted to reject her; I felt like I had to in order to save her.

“I can’t.” My words are barely a whisper, and she turns to face me, finally looking at me. I hate that I hurt her and made her cry again. All I can do is hope that she realises I mean this, that I mean every word that I am about to say.

“Why? Why can’t you just let me live my life?” she asks, waiting and watching me.

“Because I love you.” I let the words escape, unwilling to hide them anymore, and she stares at me, shocked. I can see she thinks this is a joke, that I’m playing around, but I’m not. I mean it. I love her.