The Omega Fated to Michelle

9. Michelle Point of View

I woke up alone.

At first, I panicked, my heart slamming against my ribs as I reached for the empty space beside me. Michael was gone. The warmth from his body had faded, leaving only the lingering scent of him behind.

I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, trying to shake the unease creeping up my spine. Something didn’t feel right.

The door opened a second later, and Michael walked in, his expression carefully guarded.

I frowned. “Where did you go?”

He hesitated for just a second—too fast for most people to notice, but I did.

“Just talking to my brothers,” he said, moving toward me, his voice casual. Too casual.

I narrowed my eyes. “You’re lying.”

Michael sighed, running a hand through his hair before sitting on the edge of the bed. “I’m not lying,” he said carefully. “I was talking to them. I just… don’t want to stress you out.”

I folded my arms. “Michael, if something’s going on, I need to know.”

He looked at me then, his blue eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite place—fear, frustration, maybe even sadness.

“My dad knows about us,” he admitted. “And the Elders do, too.”

A chill ran through me. “What does that mean?”

Michael exhaled slowly. “It means they’re going to try to keep us apart.”

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My mind raced, trying to process what he was saying. It didn’t make sense. Why would his family care so much about who he was with? What kind of family went this far to control someone’s love life?

“I won’t let them,” Michael continued, his voice sharp with determination. “I don’t care what they say, I don’t care what they do, I will not lose you.”

My heart ached at the fierceness in his voice, but it also scared me. Whatever this was—whatever he wasn’t telling me—it was bigger than I had thought.

I reached for his hand, lacing my fingers through his. “Then we’ll figure it out. Together.”

Michael squeezed my hand, his expression softening just slightly. “Yeah. Together.”

But as he pulled me against his chest, holding me like he was afraid I would disappear, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of an invisible clock ticking down.

Something was coming.

And I wasn’t sure we were ready for it.

The moment I stepped into my house, I knew something was wrong.

It wasn’t just the eerie silence that greeted me or the way my mother’s eyes darkened the second she saw me. It was the tension, thick and suffocating, pressing against my chest like a weight I couldn’t shake.

I barely had time to set my bag down before my father’s voice cut through the quiet.

“Where were you?”

I turned slowly, my heart already beating faster than I wanted to admit. He stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed, his face carefully neutral—but his eyes told a different story.

“I told you, I was at Mariarosa’s,” I said, forcing myself to keep my tone even.

My mother scoffed, her expression twisting into something cold. “Do you think we’re stupid, Michelle? We know you weren’t there.”

Panic flickered inside me, but I kept my face blank. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

My father stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like he was trying not to lose his temper. “Michelle, we saw you. You were with him.”

My stomach dropped.

Michael.

I tried to steady my breathing, tried not to let them see the way my fingers clenched into fists at my sides. They had been watching me.

“Who?” I asked, playing dumb, but it was pointless.

My mother’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Don’t lie to us,” she snapped. “We saw you leaving that boy’s house. The same boy you’ve been sneaking around with for months now.”

My heart slammed against my ribs, but I forced myself to keep my voice steady. “So what if I was?”

My father’s expression darkened. “Michelle, you don’t know anything about that family. About him. Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Michael isn’t dangerous.”

He let out a sharp laugh, but there was no humor in it. “Not yet. But that family? That pack?” He shook his head, his jaw tightening. “They’re not like us. And the deeper you get involved, the worse it’s going to be for you.”

My blood turned cold at his choice of words.

Pack?

I opened my mouth to ask what he meant, but my mother spoke first. “You are done seeing him.”

I stiffened. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” she said, her voice leaving no room for argument. “You will not be sneaking off with that boy again. You will not be spending time with him. You will not even look in his direction from now on. Do you understand me?”

Anger surged through me, hot and sharp. “You can’t control who I see!”

My father’s gaze was like steel. “Actually, we can. And we will.”

I stared at them, my mind racing. Something wasn’t right. This wasn’t just overprotective parents freaking out over their daughter dating someone they didn’t like. There was something else happening here, something they weren’t telling me.

“You don’t even know him,” I said, my voice shaking with frustration. “You don’t know anything about him.”

My mother stepped forward, her expression softer but no less firm. “But we do, sweetheart.” She reached for my hand, but I pulled away. “His family isn’t normal, Michelle. They live by different rules. They aren’t like us.”

The way she said it sent another wave of unease through me.

I shook my head, backing away. “This is insane,” I muttered. “You’re acting like he’s some kind of—”

“Monster?” my father finished for me.

I froze.

He stared at me, his expression unreadable. My mother didn’t look away either.

A cold chill crept down my spine.

They knew something.

Something I didn’t.

My breath hitched, my mind spinning, trying to piece together what they weren’t saying.

My father sighed, running a hand through his graying hair. “You don’t have to believe us now,” he said. “But one day, you will. And when that day comes, you’ll realize why we’re doing this. Why we’re keeping you away from him.”

I clenched my jaw. “I love him.”

My mother flinched, and for the first time, I saw real emotion flicker across her face—fear.

“This isn’t love, Michelle,” she whispered. “It’s a trap.”

I recoiled like she had slapped me. “A trap?”

She swallowed hard, but before she could say anything else, the front door swung open.

I turned sharply, my pulse spiking.

Kody.

My brother stood in the doorway, his brown hair tousled from the wind, his sharp eyes scanning the room. His gaze landed on me, and something unreadable crossed his face.

“What’s going on?” he asked, his voice calm but firm.

I opened my mouth to respond, but my father spoke first.

“Your sister has been sneaking around with Michael Fraser.”

Kody’s entire body went rigid. His eyes flickered to me, and I expected anger, frustration—something.

Instead, he exhaled slowly and closed the door behind him.

I frowned. “Kody—”

“You need to stop,” he said, cutting me off, his voice low but serious.

My stomach twisted. “Not you too.”

Kody rubbed his temple, like this was already exhausting him. “Michelle, listen to me. I know you think you’re in love, but you don’t understand the situation you’re in.”

I glared at him. “Then explain it to me!”

Silence.

Kody glanced at our parents, then back at me.

And that was when I knew.

He knew something.

And whatever it was, it was big.

“Kody,” I said, my voice softer now. “What’s going on?”

He sighed, his expression conflicted.

“I can’t tell you,” he said finally. “Not yet.”

Frustration burned through me. “I’m so sick of everyone saying that!”

Kody met my gaze, and for the first time in my life, I saw real fear in my brother’s eyes.

“Michelle,” he said quietly. “Please. Just stay away from him.”

I shook my head. “No.”

His jaw clenched. “Then you’re going to get hurt.”

I stared at him, my hands shaking at my sides.

“No, Kody,” I whispered. “The only thing hurting me is this. You. Mom and Dad. All of you, treating me like a child, keeping secrets from me, acting like you know what’s best without telling me why.”

Kody swallowed hard.

I took a step closer. “Tell me the truth,” I pleaded. “If you really want me to stay away from Michael, then tell me why.”

His throat bobbed, but he didn’t speak.

He wouldn’t speak.

And in that moment, I realized the truth.

They weren’t just keeping me away from Michael because they didn’t like him.

They were keeping me away because they were afraid.

Not for me.

Of him.

And I needed to find out why.

Kody Point of View

I hated myself.

The silence of my room was deafening, the weight of what I’d done pressing down on my chest until I could barely breathe. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor like it had the answers I was too much of a coward to say aloud.

I helped them.

I helped them keep Michelle away from Michael.

And I didn’t even know why anymore.

At first, it made sense. Liam had come to me with logic and worry in his voice—Michael’s getting reckless, she’s just a human, she doesn’t know what she’s getting into. I believed him. I wanted to believe him. Because it was easier than admitting I was scared.

Scared that Michelle would get hurt.

Scared that Michael might actually be good for her.

Because if he was—and I tore them apart—then what did that make me?

A traitor.

Her brother. The one person who was supposed to have her back. And I sold her out to the people who never trusted her to begin with.

A soft breeze rustled the curtains even though the window was closed.

I looked up.

And froze.

She was standing there. The vampire girl.

The one from the woods. The one I hadn’t seen since the night everything changed.

Her dark eyes glimmered in the moonlight, her lips curled into that faint smirk I could never read.

“You look like regret,” she said, her voice silky and amused.

I jumped to my feet. “How did you get in here?”

She tilted her head. “Does it matter? You called me. With your guilt. With your doubt.”

I narrowed my eyes. “I didn’t call anyone.”

“You did,” she whispered, stepping closer. “You’re unraveling, Kody. Want to know why? Because for the first time in your life, you made the wrong choice—and you felt it.”

I clenched my fists. “You don’t know anything about me.”

She reached out, brushing her cold fingers along my jaw, and I didn’t flinch—only because I was too stunned to move. “I know you’re torn. Between duty and love. Between protecting your sister… and finally choosing yourself.”

I swallowed hard. “I don’t want her hurt.”

“But you already hurt her,” she said, her voice soft now. “The question is… what are you going to do about it?”

She leaned in, close enough that I could smell the faint scent of blood and something sweeter—something dangerous.

“Because if you want to fix this, Kody,” she whispered, “you’ll need me.”

And with that, she vanished—leaving only the cold kiss of her presence behind.

And the terrifying thought that she might be right.