Chapter 27
789 Words
Aurora’s POV
I still hadn’t told Emette what Liam and Lucian said to me. The words kept replaying in my head like a bad song I couldn’t shake—accusations, half-truths, and blatant lies designed to rip open old wounds. I knew they were lying. They had to be. This was just another sick game, another attempt to destroy me. Falling for it would make me the fool they thought I was.
Get revenge, my wolf growled inside me, her voice sharp with fury. Make them pay.
I sighed softly, staring out the window. “They already look miserable enough,” I muttered under my breath. “Maybe I don’t need to do anything. The universe is already doing the job for me.”
A warm hand brushed my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts. Emette stood there with a gentle smile, holding out a steaming cup of coffee. The rich aroma wrapped around me like a comforting hug.
“You okay?” he asked, voice low and concerned.
I took the cup, letting its warmth seep into my palms. “I’m fine. Thanks for the coffee.” I took a slow sip, then hesitated. The questions burning in my chest wouldn’t stay buried anymore. “Emette… is it true that a person can have chest pain that only their mate can stop?”
He smiled softly, nodding as he leaned against the counter. “It’s possible. Rare, but it happens—especially with a strong bond.”
My eyes widened. Before I could stop myself, another question slipped out. “And… is it possible to have two fated mates?”
Emette studied me for a moment, then nodded again. “It is. Especially if the person in question is powerful. The Moon Goddess sometimes weaves more complicated paths for those who carry heavier destinies.”
A small, bitter laugh escaped me. Powerful? Me? “There were definitely people playing games,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m just an omega. There’s no way I’m that special. I’m glad I didn’t fall for their rubbish.”
Emette tilted his head, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “Why are you asking all this?”
“No good reason,” I replied quickly, forcing a smile. “I should probably go get ready for work—”
He stopped me with a gentle hand on my arm. “Aurora… it’s Sunday. You don’t work until tomorrow.”
“Right,” I said, cheeks warming with embarrassment. “Of course.”
He opened his mouth to say something else, but the front door burst open. Damon rushed in, looking panicked, his usual calm completely shattered.
“Emette,” he breathed, voice strained. “My mom wants to come visit. The word about me having a fiancée reached her.”
Emette’s face paled. “This is bad.”
I stepped forward, confusion mixing with worry. “Didn’t you tell her?”
Damon ran a hand through his hair. “She won’t understand. She’s as homophobic as the rest of the world. But I think we should just tell her the truth—”
“No,” Emette cut in sharply. “Aurora is here. She just has to pretend. We can make this work.”
Damon looked torn, but nodded. “She’ll be here in like twenty minutes.”
Emette turned to me, his expression apologetic but urgent. “Go change. Please.”
I hurried to my room, heart racing as I slipped into a simple but presentable dress. Nerves twisted in my stomach. I wanted his mom to like me—at least enough to believe this lie. My wolf stirred again.
Ask about his likes and dislikes, she nudged.
“Shoot,” I whispered, freezing. I barely knew enough to pull this off convincingly. But we’d handle it. We had to.
The sound of a car pulling up outside made my pulse spike. Why am I this nervous? It’s just pretend. I did a quick mirror check—smoothed my hair, fixed my expression—then headed out.
The moment I stepped into the living room, I noticed Emette and Damon’s faces. They looked angry, tension rolling off them in waves. What’s the problem?
Then my gaze landed on her—Emette’s mother. I smiled warmly, stepping forward. She was elegant, sharp-eyed, and carried herself with quiet authority.
“You must be Aurora,” she said, opening her arms for a hug.
I leaned in, relieved for a second—until I saw him.
Liam stood behind her, a smug smirk playing on his lips.
How the f**k is he here?
My blood ran cold. The room seemed to tilt as old fears and fresh anger collided inside me.
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