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.
Cynthia Dion:"What is she saying?" Rosalie disregarded the murmuring crowd and directed her inquiry toward her friends with benefits."Is she your mate?" she turned to Atticus, tears already streaming down her face. Her intensity had escalated to a whole new level. She seemed oblivious to the many students recording her emotional outburst for two alphas who weren't even her designated mates."Why are you even giving her the time of day?" Enzo attempted to be sly, but I was certain she saw through his act. They must have turned 18 and found their mates by now."I'm not lying. They are both my mates. We felt the mate bond---," I halted mid-sentence as Enzo advanced toward me aggressively, causing fear to course through me."She's telling the truth!" Rosalie asserted, deducing from his reaction. "You two hid this from me," she cried out, her tears flowing freely."That's enough drama for tonight," Atticus finally intervened after a period of silence, signaling to the crowd outside to di
Cynthia Dion:"Drink this; it will help keep your body warm." After driving for a while, Mr. Holt had stepped out of the car and returned with a cup of tea for me.His consideration touched me deeply. I managed a smile as I accepted the cup from him, my energy levels low. The rejection had taken a toll on me; for several minutes afterward, I found it impossible to form words, until I was a safe distance away from Atticus and seated in the car with Mr. Holt."How did you know I like tea?" I inquired softly, my voice hushed due to my depleted energy. The aftermath of the rejection had left me drained."I didn't," he replied, raising the cup to his lips and taking a sip before explaining, "I happen to enjoy tea."As I looked at him, a thought surfaced--why couldn't boys my age be more like him? A true gentleman."I'm not anticipating you to tell me everything, but it could be beneficial if I could be of assistance with whatever is troubling you. This is the second time I've come across y
Cynthia Dion:Mr. Holt dropped me off at home late that night. Thankfully, my father wasn't present, sparing me from another round of his abuse. However, it had been a few days since I turned 18, and I was biding my time, trying to save enough money to buy myself a cake and celebrate my birthday with my persistent sister, who had been pestering me for a cake.Flora had always regarded me as her role model, and that terrified me because I felt far from worthy of such admiration.Standing in the bathroom, I heaved a sigh as I regarded my reflection in the shattered mirror, offering a silent birthday wish to myself. Sadly, the funds I had managed to gather fell short of what I needed for the cake, forcing me to abandon the idea of celebrating my birthday altogether."All I wished for was to be accepted by my mate on my birthday," I whispered to the reflection in the mirror. Whenever I thought of him, a shiver would run through my body as I recalled the loathing in his gaze. He used to be
Cynthia Dion:He turned around and fixed a stern gaze upon my face."Do you want them to attack you?" he hissed, his sharp jaw clenched as he restrained himself."What makes you think I am safer with you?" I retorted, resisting the urge to cry or whisper, unlike every other time."Cynthia, follow me to my car," he instructed, his eyes closing briefly as he repeated the request."I can go home by myself," I muttered, attempting to walk past him. However, he positioned himself in my way, blocking my path."I can see that. They will still be waiting, hiding behind walls to catch you somehow. So, don’t make a scene, and follow me," he grunted, a noticeable air of annoyance around him. With his words framed that way, I found myself with no option but to trail him to his Bugatti.No matter how angry I felt towards him, I remained a miserable omega who had to do whatever it took to stay safe. If not for myself, then for my sister.He left the passenger side door open for me and settled into
Cynthia Dion:"Ah!" With every lift of the belt, my father aimed to strike, and each time, I sobbed. My cries reverberated through the house, mirroring the wounds etched into my fragile flesh. I couldn't bear for Flora to witness this; it could scar her deeply.As the brutal beating continued, compassion seemed nonexistent in him. I struggled to voice my objections, but inexplicably, I couldn't muster the words.My wolf hadn't undergone the transition yet, a truth I'd kept hidden from everyone. Revealing it would mean being branded as an outcast, a fact I feared more than anything."Dad! Ple---ase stop!" I whimpered, lifting my hand instinctively to shield my face from the blows even though my body throbbed with pain.He muttered, the belt striking once more, "You dared to challenge my principles, and here you are, arriving home at this hour. Why were you outside?" His voice thundered with anger. I lost my senses briefly as the belt collided with the back of my neck, the impact ringin
Cynthia Dion:Atticus rose from his seat, casting me a glare before shifting his attention to Ms. Kylie."I--," I interrupted him before he could fabricate another lie."I just handed my assignment to him," I proclaimed. My raised voice and clenched jaw cast a hush over the entire class. They had never witnessed me speaking up; ordinarily, I would be stricken with worry or an anxiety attack, but today, for once, I found my voice."Cynthia! Then where is it?" Ms. Kylie exchanged a disappointed glance with me, displaying the collected assignments and indicating that mine was conspicuously absent.I couldn't fathom why Ms. Kylie wasn't directing any questions towards Atticus."Ask Atticus. He collected the assignments. These students here saw me handing him my assignment." I refused to remain silent any longer. After everything I'd been through, I'd rather voice my concerns and accept any potential consequences. At least I would know I tried to stand up for myself.I noticed Rosalie's an
Cynthia Dion:"What the heck?" I panicked, moving away from the blood, but it was everywhere. I didn't even realize I had hit my head somewhere and passed out--was this really happening?"You shouldn’t have met him," I heard a weak whisper from the top of the staircase."He's really angry with you--" she squeaked again, struggling to breathe."Who's there?" I asked fearfully, staring at the top of the staircase but stepping back until my back touched the wall. I was holding onto the broom tightly.I saw a shadow moving towards the staircase before the noise grew louder, and the shadow tumbled down with a lot of noise and screams."AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her screams scared me, making me scream too and cover my ears. With each step she tumbled down, I heard a loud thud. Soon, a body hitting the floor filled the hallway until everything became silent again.I was breathing heavily now, looking around and waiting for things to calm down before I decided to make a run for the door. Forget about th
Cynthia Dion: I paused the kiss momentarily, just to reposition myself, but he wasn't willing to let go. He held me firmly and pulled me beneath him in the backseat of his car. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined making out with him in his Bugatti.In that instant, nothing else mattered. His imposing frame hovering over me, his lips fervently meeting mine – those were the only memories I wanted to hold onto. I adjusted my stance, parting my legs while we continued to kiss, creating space for him between them. And he didn't break the momentum.With my legs wrapped around him, our bodies connected and our desires rising. I could feel his bulge pressing against me, a clear indication of his anticipation. His hands explored my arms, finding their way to my chest, all the while his insistent tongue sought entrance into my mouth.A soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips, "Ah!" I gave in, allowing his tongue to explore my inner world. Our tongues engaged in a passionate duel as