Living a Lie

I...WHAT!

I don't know how long I cried for but my head hurts and Grant's shirt is wet. He must think I'm pathetic. For goodness' sake, I just cried all over him. The door opens and the same doctor walks in. He smiles and shakes hands with Grant as they say their hellos. Then he looks at me. "He's going to take some blood for a DNA test," Grant tells me getting up. I nod my head and the doctor puts the syringe in my arm and takes my blood. After he gets it he says goodbye and leaves. "You might not even be her," Grant tells me. I don't know if he thinks that will help, but I smile and nod anyway. I know I am though. The resemblance is too close. The age, the way people acted, it's all too close. So I have to be her. Sage Pierre. Not Sage Owens.

"It makes sense," my voice is forced but I continue, "no one liked me. They treated me differently. I have a question though. Why does Jake want to marry me?" I ask Grant hoping he'll have the right answer.

He looks at me and frowns, "I don't know Sage. I don't know." He looks down as if he's disappointed in himself.

"You know, before my sophomore year, he never even glanced my way. He was always with prettier girls. Girls with platinum blonde hair and big eyes with lots of makeup and were thin." I said glancing down at my body. "Then he wanted me. It was so weird. It's like he could have any girl but he wanted and he chose me. At first, I thought he was doing it to be funny, but then it continued and I thought I was the luckiest girl alive. Now I just feel like he played me." I wipe at my eyes not knowing why I'm crying.

"He's stupid if he dated you for any other reason than for you. You are an amazing woman and if he can't see that, then you are to good for him." More tears come and I hurry and swipe them away. Grant grabs my hands and kisses the inside of my wrists. "He's an asshole," Grant says with no further information.

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I'm in my bed brushing my hair. It feels like I've been doing it forever, but I guess that's what you get for having so much of it. Grant walks in carrying a tray of what, I can't see. "Would you like to join me for dinner?" He asks putting the tray on the nightstand.

I have had quite a day and a quiet dinner sounds lovely. "That'd be great," I say making room on the bed. Grant smiles and puts the tray in the middle of the bed then sits down across from me. He puts a plate in front of me and then one in front of him. Roasted chicken and potatoes are on the middle of the plate with asparagus on the side. "This looks delicious," I say digging in.

"Yes, it does." He agrees chomping into the potatoes.

We eat in silence until both of us are done. He grabs the plates and puts them back on the tray. The moves the tray on the nightstand. He lays down crossing his legs and putting his head in his hands, and looks at me. I grab a pillow put it under my foot and look back at him.

"You're beautiful." He says after a couple of minutes. My eyebrows shoot up, surprised at the confession.

"Just because I'm your mate doesn't mean you have to be nice to me," I say even though I wish he was being honest.

He sits up, crawls over to my side of the bed and grabs my head. His hands are on both sides of my face as his thumb strokes my cheek. "I would never lie to you." He says honestly. Then he tilts my head up and presses a soft kiss to my lips. I close my eyes getting caught up in the moment. He breaks away and kisses my forehead. My heart swells with the affection and butterflies fill my belly. He lays back down and stares at me like I'm the most wonderful person in the world.

A week ago if someone told me any of this, I would think they're a crazy person. Now, it excites me. To know I have a mate. To know about my real parents. About my real pack. It also makes me sad that the Lowell Pack could do something like that. People I thought I knew, who I trusted, could be so vile.

"I want to go back." I blurt out. Grant looks at me like I'm crazy, so I explain. "I want to go back to talk to them. To find out why they would do that. Why did they kidnap me? Why they lied to me."

Grant stares at me, having an inner conflict. Finally, he answers, "no."

"What! Why?" I ask.

"Because you can't simply walk back and ask why they lied about your whole life. They'll kill you and I don't want you dead. You're my mate! I don't want to lose you." He says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"What if they don't know that I know?" I ask

"What do you mean?"

"What if I can figure out why they killed so many innocent people, why they kidn*pped me, why they lied to me, and why Jake wants to marry me!" I get out in a breath.

"Before you go we have to make a plan," Grant says nodding his head, "if this works, we could find out a lot of information."

"Then let's start planning," I say smiling.