FALLING FOR A HEARTLESS BETA

Dale’s POV

I had no idea that owning up to my feelings would make me so happy. Whenever I looked at the woman who was snuggling close to me, I felt glad that I took the courage to rescue her from the rogues before.

While staring into Amber’s face, I recalled the very first day when I met her, being attacked by several rogues, who wanted to taste her luscious and young body.

***several years ago***

I never thought I would find myself in this situation – arguing with my best friend, Jacob Summers, over a girl. However, that’s exactly what was happening.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

We both had feelings for the same girl, and we didn’t know how to handle it. At first, we tried to ignore the situation, hoping that it would go away. But as our feelings grew stronger, they became harder to ignore.

One day, we finally had it out. We argued for hours, trying to convince each other that we were the right choice for the girl. It was an exhausting and emotional experience, and I wasn’t sure if we would ever be able to get past it.

As I lay in bed that night, I couldn’t help but think about the girl. I cared about her deeply, but I didn’t want to lose my friend over her. I knew that I had to find a way to resolve the situation.

The next day, I went to my friend’s house to talk. We had both cooled off a bit since our argument, and we were ready to have a mature conversation about our feelings.

We agreed that the girl was important to both of us, but that our friendship was even more important. We decided to both take a step back and let the girl make her own decision. It was a difficult choice, but it was the right one.

In the end, the girl chose my friend. I was disappointed, but I knew that it was for the best. I was happy for them, and I was grateful that my friendship with my best friend had survived our argument.

Looking back on the situation, I realized that love could be complicated, but it’s important to handle it with maturity and respect. I learned that sometimes, the best thing you can do is let go and trust that things will work out for the best.

I was walking home from school when I saw a group of boys surrounding a girl. They were shouting insults at her and trying to grab her bag. I could see that the girl was scared and alone.

My heart raced as I approached the group. I knew that I had to do something to help the girl. I stood between her and the boys, trying to look as confident as possible.

“What do you want?” I asked the boys, trying to sound as firm as I could.

“We just want her stuff,” one of the boys sneered.

“Well, you can’t have it,” I said, trying to sound as tough as possible.

The boys hesitated for a moment, sizing me up. I could feel my heart racing as I waited for their response.

Finally, one of the boys spoke up.

“Fine, we’ll leave her alone. But you better watch your back.”

The boys walked away, leaving the girl and me alone. I turned to the girl and asked if she was okay. She nodded, but I could see that she was still shaken up.

I walked with her the rest of the way home, making small talk to help take her mind off of what had happened. When we got to her house, she thanked me for helping her and gave me a small smile.

As I walked home, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. I had stood up for someone who was being harassed, and I had made a difference in her life. It was a small act, but it made a big impact.

From that day on, I made a commitment to always stand up for what was right, even if it meant putting myself in danger. I knew that I had the power to make a difference in the world, and I was determined to use it to help others.

One day, I was hiking through the forest, enjoying the fresh air and the sound of birds chirping. As I walked, I heard a faint cry for help. I followed the sound. Then, I heard another scream. At first, I thought it was just a trick of my imagination, but then, I heard it again, louder this time. I turned to a corner and saw a group of rogues attacking a young girl.

The rogues surrounded her, and they were shouting at her, pushing her around, and I could see the fear in her eyes. My first instinct was to run the other way. I was scared and I did not want to get involved, but something inside of me told me that I had to help her. I could not just stand by and watch as she was being bullied and attacked.

I took a deep breath and closed the distance between us. As I approached the group, my heart raced with fear, but I tried to look as confident as possible, hoping that it would deter them from doing anything to me…and to the girl.

“What do you want?” I asked, trying to sound as firm as I could. “Leave her alone!” I commanded but one of them just laughed.

The men turned toward me, their eyes filled with anger.

“This doesn’t concern you,” one of them spat. “We just want the girl,” he added.

Without hesitation, I ran towards them. I knew I had to do something to help the girl. The rogues were startled by my presence and they turned toward me, their eyes full of rage. I stood in front of the girl, trying to look as confident as possible.

“Leave her alone,” I said, trying to sound as firm as I could.

The rogues hesitated for a moment, but then they charged toward me. I tried to fight them off, but I was no match for their strength. One of them hit me in the head, and I almost lose consciousness, but I was trained to fight.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice full of concern.

I nodded, trying to focus on the pain in my head. “What about you?” I asked.

The girl looked down, and I could see the fear in her eyes. “I am scared,” she said. “But I’m okay.”

I nodded before glaring at the rogues who dared to mock my strength. I didn’t back down. I stood between them and the girl, trying to protect her. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as they closed in on me.

But then something unexpected happened. One of the men, seeing that I was serious, backed off. The others followed suit, and they all left without another word.

At that moment, I wondered what they saw in me. Why they slowly backed off and seemed to be scared, when I just stood there and did not do anything else? As I turned to the girl, I could see the relief in her eyes.

“Thank you,” she thanked me for helping her, and we exchanged a few words before parting ways.

“You should not be alone in the woods. It’s dangerous,” I reminded her but when she glanced at me, my heart almost skipped a beat.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Her long, dark brown hair flowed in the breeze, and her stunning blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

I was struck by her beauty, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I watched her from afar, trying to muster up the courage to talk to her. But every time I got close, my nerves got the better of me, and I chickened out.

“I am truly grateful for your help. What is your name by the way?” she asked.

When she asked me about my name, I was confused about whether to tell her the truth or not. She stared at me while waiting for my response and when it took me a long time to speak, she changed her mind.

“You don’t have to tell me if you are uncomfortable. You can call me, Amber,” she introduced herself.

“Dale. My name is Dale,” I mumbled in a barely audible voice, so I was not sure if he heard me or not.

I had been talking to her for a while, and I was starting to feel like we really had a connection. She was smart, funny, and beautiful, and I was excited to get to know her better, but then she said something that caught me off, guard.

“I’m an omega,” she said, almost apologetically.

I was surprised. I had always thought that omegas were weak and submissive, but she didn’t seem like either of those things. She was strong and confident, and I admired that about her.

“That doesn’t matter to me,” I said, hoping to reassure her. “You’re an amazing person, and that’s all that matters.”

She smiled, and I could tell that she was relieved. We continued talking, and I could feel the connection between us growing stronger. As the sun started to set, she stood up and stretched.

“I should be going,” she said, looking at me with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

I didn’t want her to leave. I felt like we had so much more to talk about, so much more to explore. But I knew that I couldn’t keep her there if she didn’t want to stay. As she walked away, I felt a sense of longing wash over me.

I wanted to be with her, to protect her and make her happy. But I knew that I had to be patient. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither was a relationship. I made a promise to myself to see her again, to get to know her better, and show her that I cared. I knew that it wouldn’t be easy, but I was willing to do whatever it took to make her mine.

As the days went on, I continued to see her in the park. Sometimes she was alone, reading a book or enjoying the scenery. Other times she was with friends, laughing and having a good time.

I knew that I had to talk to her, but I just couldn’t find the right moment. Every time I tried to approach her, I would get tongue-tied, and she would slip away. But then one day, as I was sitting on a bench, I saw her walking toward me. My heart raced as she approached, and I tried to look as casual as possible.

“Hi,” she said, flashing me a smile.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to reply.

“Hey,” I managed to say.

We struck up a conversation, and I was surprised by how easy it was to talk to her. We had a lot in common, and I could tell that there was a connection between us.

As we said our goodbyes, I felt a sense of happiness wash over me. I had finally talked to the girl of my dreams, and I had a feeling that this was just the beginning. I knew that I would do whatever it takes to make her mine.

We had formed a strong bond over our shared experience, and I didn’t want it to end. I promised to stay in touch with Amber, and we exchanged phone numbers.

In the weeks that followed, Amber and I talked every day. We shared our hopes and dreams, and we found ourselves falling in love. I knew that I had found someone special in Amber, and I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

Eventually, I gathered the courage to ask Amber out on a date. She accepted, but something happened and I was not able to meet her. She was probably angry when I stood her up.