Chapter 3: Doomed by Fate
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Delia
A week ago
I went down to the living room where father and mother waited. Dennis had come to my room just seconds ago to tell me they had something to say to me.
She was already back downstairs by the time I walked out of my room. Werewolves were fast, and didn't have to trudge slowly everywhere like Omegas did.
I sighed and took a sit on the couch across the settee Dennis sat on, both facing my parents one seat couch where they loved to sit, with my mother perched on the arm of the couch.
All eyes were on me and the attention made me nervous. I never had this much attention on me.
They loved me and took care of my every need, but I knew they were busy. My father was Alpha of Shadow pack and my mother was Luna. They both had so many responsibilities and Dennis oftentimes helped them.
I couldn't help because I was an Omega.
Despite everything they do for me, I'm useless still and weak. I could never help them with anything.
That fact always made me feel more worthless and unneeded.
"Delia," my mother began. "You're aware that your sister is betrothed to Alpha Logan, the Lycan King of Blue Crescent pack, right?"
Pain lanced through my heart at the mention of Logan's name. I'd loved him for the longest time since I was eight. He was all I ever wanted, and as fate would have it, he'd come to my parents to demand for Dennis to be mated to him.
Dennis. Not me.
Which was better anyway, I tried convincing myself the way I'd been doing for the last month.
I would be of no use to a Lycan King like Logan anyway, as an Omega, whose existence was not even known of. Dennis suited him better.
"Yes, mother. I know she'll be mated to him in a few days."
"She can not be mated to him now." My mother snapped, her eyes flashing.
"What? Why?" My eyes went to Dennis but she didn't say anything, just continued to file her pink nails with a pink nail file.
"Because she's gone and done something very disastrous and disgraceful." Father spoke.
Dennis flung the nail file down on the glass table and it hit the surface with a clang. "My baby is not disgraceful, Dad. There's nothing disastrous about being pregnant for the man I love."
My mouth dropped open. "Dennis, you're pregnant?"
She turned on me. "Yes! Yes, I'm pregnant, and I'm keeping it!"
"You're pregnant, and it's not for Logan?" I asked stupidly.
"Are you daft or hard of hearing?" She snickered making my mothers face cloud angrily.
"Shut up. You've caused a huge problem and you have the nerve to speak."
Dennis never took orders from anyone but this time, she quietened down. Even she must know the gravity of what she's done.
"Alpha Logan will be mad." I whispered.
"Not just mad, ballistic. Like he has every right to be. He's going to kill us all." My mother wailed.
I shrank back in my seat. I didn't want to die just yet.
"Unless, unless you help us, Delia."
My eyes flew to my mother's in surprise. "Me? How could I possibly help? I can't do anything."
I'm just an Omega.
She got up and came to sit beside me, taking my hands in hers and squeezing them, her hands soft against mine.
I gripped her hands tightly. She never much initiated contact with me at all.
"Delia, you can become mated to the Alpha instead." She said, smiling at me.
My traitorous heart leapt at her words.
"Me?" She nodded enthusiastically. "But it's not me he asked for, it's Dennis."
Had they told him? Had he changed his mind and picked me?
"He won't know it's not Dennis."she continued.
I looked at all their faces, wondering what mother meant.
"How do you mean he won't know? Dennis is Dennis, and I'm me."
"You'll become Dennis, my dear. You'll replace her. He'll believe it's you because no one knows Dennis has a twin sister."
I slipped my hands from hers, teriffied of what she was implying. "You want me to discard my own identity?"
"No," she gripped my arm. "You're just going to become Dennis. She's your twin anyway, twins are almost the same person, the both of you have always been the same."
I started to shake my head, to reject their crazy plan.
"You get to be mated to Alpha Logan, Delia. I know you love him. I've seen his pictures you have hidden in your diary." Dennis revealed.
I blushed hard. "That's private. You went through my diary?"
"I don't do that anymore, but I know you love him, Delia. You can have what you've wanted since forever, and I can be with the man I love. We'll both have what we want. Please don't say no."
I looked at all three of them. At the look of hope mixed with desperation on their faces.
Everything Dennis said was true.
I loved Logan. I'd loved him since when I was at the orphanage.
I had imagined being his mate countless times.
And my family needed me. This was the only thing they had ever asked of me.
"This is the only thing we've ever asked of you, Delia." My fathers baritone rumbled.
I couldn't fail them now.
I nodded. "I'll do it."
***
Present time
The slap didn't hurt.
The force of it had thrown me to the floor but it didn't hurt.
Not as much as seeing Logan's hand on Dennis's lap did.
He was throwing me away.
He had somehow found out I was just the Omega twin and he was throwing me away.
Just like everyone else when they discover what I am.
A worthless Omega.
My eyes closed in shame as hot tears poured down my face, leaving the cheek father had hit scalding.
They'd begged me to do it, and now they were throwing me under the bus. Picking a side and banding together against me.
My father rushed towards me and hit me again, and again, and again.
Breathing hard, he yelled curses at me. "You put us in trouble, stupid girl. After you took your sisters place, we found out too late it wasn't Dennis, but you who was mated to Alpha Logan at the mating ceremony. We couldn't risk your wrath and tell you, Alpha Logan."
He kicked me, and I fell flat to the floor, curling up as more blows landed.
But he did nothing.
Logan just sat there while they beat me. I'd always imagined him to be my prince charming. The one who would make my life all better.
But no prince charming ever wanted an Omega. Not one like me anyway. Not even after this morning.
The tears continued to rain down my face as I cried my eyes out.
Why were they doing this to me?
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