Alpha's Betrayal Omega´s Revenge

9

I hadn’t realized, not for a second, what my dad had just told me—until I took a closer look at the people around us.

He was right.

We were the only white people—not just in the café, but on the street… and in the entire town we had just arrived in.

Blending in, as I’d hoped, was going to be much harder than I thought.

“Well…” I said after noticing it, “still, the man who rented us the house said they need people to populate the pack, so I don’t think they’ll reject us just because we’re omegas with a... complicated past.”

My parents didn’t look too convinced, but we had already signed the lease, paid a deposit, and we really liked the town.

“What story are we going to make up?” my mother asked in a whisper as our food arrived.

We smiled at the waitress, who kindly returned the gesture.

“We’ll say that…” I had been planning a story, though it was still lacking some details, but it could work. “We came from a pack that was attacked by some invaders who used magic,” I said, relying on what had actually happened when I met Ethan, “and we heard about this place online.”

That part, at least, was true. “So we came, and here we are.”

My father didn’t look convinced.

“And what was the name of this pack that was supposedly attacked?”

I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“White Fang.”

“Hmm… sounds a lot like Moon’s Fang,” my mother pointed out.

“Yeah, maybe a little, but I’m sure there’s no pack by that name—at least not among those that are connected to ours. I mean, the one we actually came from.”

“It was attacked and that’s why we fled… so what happened to our Alpha? And the Luna? And the rest of the pack hierarchy?” my father asked.

I shrugged.

“We don’t know, because we ran as soon as we got the chance.”

“Oh, that sounds very… brave. Really speaks highly of us,” my mother said sarcastically. “We jumped ship at the first sign of trouble.”

“Well, we can add that the pack was already in ruins, looting had begun…”

I was right in the middle of spinning the story when the waitress—a girl who couldn’t have been older than sixteen—brought us a huge fruit tart.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she placed it on the table, “this is on the house. A welcome gift for you, Alphas.”

Wait…

Did I hear that right?

Alphas?

What the…?

“Uh, we…” I began quickly, but I immediately changed the direction of my sentence. “Who told you we’re Alphas? And how do you know we’re staying?”

The girl smiled.

“Mr. Higgins—Michael Higgins, the man who rented you the house. He said some Alphas rented his property, and that they were, well, white, and planning to stay, so… I’m guessing that’s you, right?”

I smiled nervously.

Where had Michael gotten the idea that we were Alphas?

My dad leaned toward me and whispered, as if he had read my mind.

“I think it’s the car. They probably think we’re rich.”

The car!

Of course!

I had arrived in the vehicle I’d been given as Luna, the one I got after marrying Ethan. And we’d paid several months’ rent in advance, using the money I still had from my position as Second of the Pack.

They must think we had the fortune of an Alpha family.

“Well, Alphas, if you need anything at all, just let me know,” the girl said politely.

I wanted to stop her and tell her we weren’t who she thought—but if she believed it after hearing it from the man who rented us the house, then she probably wasn’t the only one.

That misunderstanding had likely already spread through the whole neighborhood—or worse, the whole town.

Oh Goddess, what had we gotten ourselves into?

“What do we do?” my mother exclaimed. “We can’t let them think we’re Alphas!”

I didn’t know what to say. Not in a million years could I have prepared for this.

“We have to talk to Mr. Higgins and make it clear we’re not who he thinks we are,” my father suggested.

“Yes, we need to talk to him and have him correct what he said,” I agreed, just as a group of people walked past us, greeting us with enthusiasm—and with the kind of respect only owed to Alphas. “Though I think it’s not going to be that simple…”

“No, wait. We can’t tell him he was wrong,” my mother said. “If we do, he’ll start wondering where we got the car from.”

“And the money we paid him,” I added immediately, realizing the seriousness of our situation. “He might start digging and could even contact his Alpha.”

“They’ll find out the whole truth about us,” my father concluded.

I wanted to bury my face in the fruit tart. We were in serious trouble—and we had just arrived.

“What are we going to do?” I finally asked.

There was no answer.

“For now,” my dad said, glancing at his watch and then at me, “you have to go to an interview.”

“What? An interview? What are you talking about?”

“Your dad scheduled one at the hospital while you were sleeping,” my mom answered for him.

“What?! Are you insane?!”

“Sweetheart, we were just getting ahead of things,” my dad defended himself.

I collapsed back into the chair.

“How am I supposed to go to a nurse interview when apparently half the town already thinks I’m an Alpha?”

By “getting ahead of things,” my dad might have just ruined my one chance at getting a job in Silver Creek.

We could lose the rental deposit, the car, be investigated and sent back to Moon’s Fang—or worse, exiled like rogues.

“Sweetheart, maybe that rumor hasn’t reached the hospital yet,” my mom said, trying to encourage me. “Just go, and let the Goddess decide.”

I sighed.

I loved my mom’s positivity, but maybe she was right, and I was just overthinking everything.

“Alright, I’ll go to the hospital—for the interview. And let the Goddess decide.”

I barely had time to shower and change before heading out to the interview my dad had set up.

The hospital was brand new, it had that fresh scent, and from what I saw before entering the office, it seemed like the perfect place to work.

The staff was friendly, the medical equipment was top-notch, and the atmosphere was very welcoming—not to mention it was just five blocks from the house.

I really wanted to work there.

When I stepped into the office the kind receptionist had directed me to, the doctor who would be interviewing me hadn’t arrived yet. I sat down, clutching my résumé inside a folder. I had purposely left out my experience at Moon’s Fang’s hospital—where I had once saved the life of the Alpha who turned out to be my mate and husband for three weeks.

I was applying as a newly graduated nurse.

“Miss Spencer?” a male voice asked behind me.

Yes, I had also used a different name on my résumé.

“Yes, sir,” I replied, turning to look at the man—

—and laid eyes on the most handsome Black man I could have ever imagined.

“I’m Dr. Caleb Hart,” he said, flashing a dazzling white smile that melted me into the chair I couldn’t get up from. “I’ll be conducting your interview for the nursing position at our hospital.”

I watched him take his seat, unable to tear my gaze away from him. Beneath his white coat, I could make out a strong, muscular body—a perfect onyx sculpture that sent a shiver through me. His lynx-like eyes met mine and held my gaze with the same intensity I was giving him.

“Well then, Hilda, tell me— is it true you graduated top of your class?”