Noah Jones
1307 Words
I pull my hood tighter over my head as I step into the mart near my house. The Angelo family has a reputation: a powerful Beta-led business empire and Daisy, the shining star of the entertainment industry. But the world doesn’t know our family’s biggest secret.
Nobody knows that Daisy has an identical twin sister—me.
People can’t tell us apart, not by looks. Only by personality. Daisy is bold, confident, and adored, her sharp tongue seen as charming and badass. Even when she’s blatantly disrespectful, people excuse her behavior. She’s spoiled but cherished by everyone.
And then there’s me, Violet. Quiet, kind, and, as people might say, the picture-perfect Omega: soft, caring, and fragile. But I don’t live in Daisy’s limelight—I live in her shadow. Most of people in the pack doesn’t even know I exist, and I prefer it that way. I keep to myself, interacting only with a few close friends in another city.
I pick up a few of Daisy’s favorite snacks and head toward the dairy aisle when someone grabs my wrist.
“Daisy! Is that you?”
The voice makes me freeze. My jaw clenches as I tug my hood lower, trying to hide my face.
“It’s me, Emma. Noah’s coming back! Are you picking him up from the airport?”
Emma Jonathan, kindergarten teacher with charisma to spare and Noah’s best friend. I shake her hand off as if her touch burns me.
“Daisy?” Her tone shifts, confusion laced with irritation. “What’s with this attitude? I heard about your accident—is this some new version of your rudeness?”
Her words sting, not because they’re directed at me, but because of the disdain dripping from them. It’s strange. Did Emma hate Daisy?
Not that it matters. I hate Emma. She has destroyed the life I tried to compose myself. She doesn't know me, She never met Violet. But she is the one who destroyed my life.
I pay for the snacks and leave as quickly as possible, avoiding further interaction. Emma doesn’t know Daisy has a twin. Neither does Noah. Not even the Jones family. And I’d like to keep it that way.
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The next day, I stand in my room while my mother critiques every detail of my appearance. She’s picked the clothes, the makeup, even how I’ll interact with Noah. If it was possible, I think she would have put a memory card in my body to make sure I act like a robot with Daisy's personality.
“Behave like Daisy,” she repeats the same sentence for tenth time, adjusting my earrings. “Don’t let him suspect a thing. He loves Daisy, and one mistake can ruin everything.”
It’s the hundredth time she’s said the same sentence, and I still find it absurd.
Nobody even knows I exist. If my behavior differs from Daisy’s, they’ll blame her accident, not me. It won't destroy her either. Maybe will add a bit interest. Daisy, the rude and unruly actress of the Pack, loved by everyone has changed into someone else after the accident. They'll pity or love her. Either way, my existence will always be behind her.
But like the obedient Omega I’ve been raised to be, I nod and pinch the inside of my palm to steady myself.
The hardest part isn’t acting like Daisy. It’s hiding my scent. Daisy was meticulous about masking hers, even rejecting her first mate with the excuse of her engagement to Noah. But my scent... I don't want him to discover my scent or .. My Wolf.
I grab her cologne and douse myself in it, suffocating my real scent. Let my Wolf suffer, as long as it protects our biggest secret.
After passing my mother’s inspection, I head to the garage, where my father is checking Daisy’s car.
As soon as I stand before him, wearing this beautiful red dress, he looks up. At first he might have thought of me as Daisy. That rare smile he only preserved for Daisy appears. But once he realizes that it's me, his entire demeanor changes. His words are cold and unforgiving.
“Remember, any mistakes, and I’ll kick you out of the pack.”
The sting of his words cuts deeper than I’d like to admit. My existence has always been secondary to Daisy’s. I’ve known this my entire life. And yet, here I am, pretending to be her to preserve the love and admiration they have for their golden child.
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At the airport, I wait by the car, my cap pulled low. Daisy’s face is too recognizable to risk being seen. Even after a long time, her face still keeps playing all over the pack, the Pack's sweetheart who internationally brought fame to the pack. This is a huge deal.
When people’s gazes linger too long, I move toward the car, hoping to avoid attention. My wolf gets nervous in front of people. I can't risk her making her more uncomfortable with every cowardy decision I take.
Thankfully she exists within me. My parents doesn't know about her existence. Because I never told anyone that my Wolf exists.
Before I can get in the car, a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist, locking me in place. The familiar scent of the person shakes my entire body. My Wolf almost howls, recognizing the scent-- Our mate.
“It’s been a while, love.”
The deep, cold voice sends shivers down my spine. My knees shake as my heart races. Memories threaten to surface, but I shove them aside and struggle against his grip.
" H-Hi! Noah. It's been years!" I try to get free from his embrace but he leans closer to my ears,
“They’re watching,” he whispers against my ear, his breath hot and close. “Let’s leave.” He smiles.
I nod, unable to speak, and open the car door for him. His sharp golden eyes follow my every move, a playful grin tugging at his lips.
I slide into the driver's seat, keeping my distance. But the Alpha doesn’t let me. He pulls me closer, his intense gaze pinning me in place.
“I missed you,” he murmurs, his voice softer now. His nose nuzzles my skin, trying to inhale my scent.
My wolf looks undeniably excited yet upset. There is no way, we can let him know our deepest secrets.
A secret that makes me a sinful woman, a secret for what I sometimes thank Moon Goddess for my sister's accident. It's my Dark secret where my Dark intrusive thoughts dominate.
Before I can react, his lips crash against mine in a forceful kiss. My mind screams in protest—Don’t do this! I’m not Daisy!—but my body betrays me, frozen in shock.
My Wolf howls, attempting to sync with the Alpha before us. But that's not possible. I have blocked my wolf to spread her scent, and let our mate find us.
When he finally pulls away, he studies me with a mix of curiosity and affection.
“Why aren’t you throwing a tantrum?” he asks, his lips quirking in amusement. “I thought you hated to kiss me”
I swallow hard, grabbing a bottle of water to avoid his gaze. My heart pounds as I fight to keep my emotions in check. Noah’s scent—spicy and woody—fills the air, and I curse how intoxicating it is.
But Did Daisy hate it when he kissed her? No,. she is crazy about Noah. Why would she?
“Did you miss me?” he asks, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable. " I missed you. I even forgot how you smelled! It's been years!"
I nod faintly, unable to meet his eyes. " Yeah. Five years!"
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