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Chap-6*When I Tell The World We Are Mates.*

Cynthia Dion:

"This mansion is huge," Mara commented as we stood outside like idiots.

The ongoing party was making me anxious. I know Enzo doesn’t respect me, so walking into his home and talking to him when there are so many people present could land me in trouble.

"Let's go," I said as I held her hand and walked through the gate, fear in my heart.

I wasn’t here for myself. They have dragged my sister into this mess, and I needed to fight for her.

I took Mara down a corridor, expecting to find Enzo there for some reason.

It was probably because it wasn’t as crowded in there as it was all over the mansion.

"Why are we in this corridor? I doubt we'll find him here," Mara grumbled, gradually freeing her arm from my grip and refusing to take another step.

"I just need a moment to catch my breath," I lied, trying to conceal the fact that my wolf had detected the scent of my mate here--my other mate!

"Seriously? Why don’t you just--," she paused as we heard some noises coming from the room next to us.

I knew it. There was no way my wolf had led me here without reason. She had already sensed the unease of something strange happening with our mate.

With a trace of curiosity, I cautiously peered through the partially open door to catch a glimpse of the inside, only to be met with a heart-wrenching scene.

Their lips were barely touching, Atticus and Rosalie sitting in uncomfortably close proximity.

"Oh, Goddess, what the heck?" Mara whispered behind me, clearly taken aback by the sight before us.

The sight in front of me caused my eyes to well up with tears. Atticus sat next to Rosalie, and her hands cradled his face as they shared a tender kiss.

I was a spectator to my mate's involvement with someone else, an image that felt like a premonition of my demise. Why was he so hesitant to acknowledge me, yet so deeply entangled with Rosalie--who was simultaneously involved with his best friend?

"I'm just tired of all this," Atticus said, pushing her away with a sigh that carried a sense of desolation.

"I think we should go now," Mara whispered, pressing against my elbow, her anxiety evident that we might get caught.

"Cynthia!" she hissed. "Okay, I'm leaving. I'm not getting into trouble," she added and didn't waste a moment before briskly parting ways with me.

"Why does anything matter when you have me?" Rosalie murmured, cupping his face in her hands, attempting to kiss him once more. Although he was drunk, he remained conscious enough to actively participate, his energy unhampered. Her efforts to console him only added to my discomfort.

That was the breaking point.

How much more did I need to witness before understanding that he would never accept me?

He was well aware of my vulnerable wolf, and yet his consistent infidelity was a painful stab to my heart. Despite this, he continued his promiscuity, a clear indication of his disregard for me.

His alpha status granted him privileges. His capacity to feel pain was not as acute as mine. There was no one I could be with to inflict the same pain on him.

"Ah! Spying on an alpha? I didn't expect you to stoop so low." Enzo's gruff and taunting voice cut through. He forcefully swung the door open, positioning himself behind me before I could even turn around to confront him.

As Atticus became aware of my presence, he distanced himself from Rosalie, his expression morphing into a frown. Rosalie appeared infuriated.

"She was spying on you two," Enzo repeated, propelling me inside with a push. Despite my attempts to protest and navigate past him, he persisted, maneuvering me until I was cornered between them, my back against the wall.

Tears welled up at the brink of my eyes, and now I had to confront them. If only I had heeded Mara's advice and left earlier.

"What's happening?" Atticus rose from the couch, adjusting his jacket and pointedly avoiding eye contact with me.

"She was standing here, silently watching you two engage in your make-out session and crying," Enzo remarked casually, crossing his arms over his chest and sporting a nasty smirk.

"I was walking pa----st---," I mumbled, keeping my head down as I struggled to form a coherent sentence, my voice quivering with distress as I fought back sobs, overwhelmed by misery.

"But why are you even here?" Rosalie leaped off the couch, nudging Enzo aside to confront me head-on. "You little piece of shit! Why the hell are you tailing my friends?" she screamed with intense anger, her fury on full display.

Known for her overprotective and possessive nature toward Atticus and Enzo, she was letting her emotions run wild.

"Let’s not cause a scene," Atticus interjected, attempting to pull her away, but her aggression propelled her back toward me once more.

Anxiety swelled within me, and I felt compelled to defend myself. With every shove that pushed me against the wall, I battled the urge to retaliate. The fear of her two friends, who might retaliate in turn if I dared harm her, kept me restrained. It was disheartening that my own mates were more concerned about her well-being.

"I need to leave," I whispered, my gaze still lowered. As I took a tentative step forward, Rosalie forcefully pushed me, this time with such intensity that I involuntarily flinched and trembled.

"Rosalie!" Atticus muttered, though his objection lacked conviction.

"What? Why the heck is she always trailing after you?" Rosalie's voice erupted in a yell. "This whore needs to quit snatching what isn't hers!" Her words were accompanied by a forceful slap to my head. The surge of anger within me was overpowering.

I refused to cower any longer under the influence of my mates' opinions. The humiliation she was subjecting me to in front of the entire gathering prompted me to orchestrate her downfall in front of the same audience.

"What isn't meant to be mine?" I challenged, lifting my head and locking eyes with her. A crowd from the party had gathered by the door, enjoying the spectacle.

"I think we shouldn't waste time on her," Enzo grasped my implication, his apprehension stemming from the possibility of his fated mate being revealed as not just a rogue omega but also the mate of his friend.

"Why? Because you're scared I'd reveal the truth?" I scoffed, wiping away my tears and standing my ground this time.

Atticus ran his hands through his hair, while Enzo's jaw clenched as he signaled me to cease speaking. Rosalie shot them a look before refocusing her attention on me.

"What is she talking about?" Rosalie inquired, her breaths coming heavily.

"Nothing! She's just--" Enzo started, attempting to pull her away, but she forcefully disengaged from his grip, keeping her gaze locked on me.

"Explain what you mean; what am I unaware of?" She yelled at me, her eyes welling with tears at the mere notion of the two alphas keeping secrets from her.

Her fixation on my mates bordered on obsession.

"They don't belong to you," I declared, standing tall. "They are my fated mates." My statement left her dumbfounded and the two alphas incensed.

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