Cheated and Deceived by the Omega

Chapter 3.5

Kiera

Age 20

Lily. Them. They miss him. That must be it. I feel as if I've taken something like peyote and the secrets of the universe have been revealed to me. My gut wasn't wrong, from the first moment it steered me right.

Out of the corner of my eye I see them drive away, so I finish returning the chips to their bag, I drink some water and exit my car as fast as I can. I dry heave some more, kneeling on the sidewalk, but nothing comes out, not that that's any better. I'm about to throw the vomit chips into the garbage can and make my way across the street, but at the last moment I decide to take them with me - though we are in a big city and the smells are overwhelming, I don't want to risk Blake catching my scent at his front door, so I carry the vomit chips bag with me, keeping it open, swinging it around like those priests burning incense at ceremonies.

I look at the doorbell, it says "Wilson - Lane".

“Hello Lily Wilson.” I said out loud to no one.

I returned to my car, and searched google for hotels and motels nearby. After finding one with decent reviews and an okay price, I got myself checked in for two nights. I need to think. I need to plan. I need to decide. On what? I have no idea. It's not like anyone I know has ever not been with their mate.

Werewolves literally die from a broken heart if their mate dies. What is Blake's plan? He has a pup coming, but he is coming back to the pack next month, he came to sign his job contract? Everyone at the pack knows we're mates. Oh God, is that why he wouldn't mark me? So I wouldn't feel him having s*x with her? But he can't keep me unmarked forever, is he leaving her? He didn't look like it. This is such a mess. I decide to call my sister, take a nap, and go back to their house later, see if I can learn anything new. Maybe this whole thing will resolve itself without me having to do anything.

I feel like a mop that's been used to clean a filthy public restroom, then wrung out and left in the bucket. I still need to shower off the puke smell. But let me just close my eyes for a moment, and go to the only place that doesn't hurt.

I feel like a crazy stalker, walking around Blake's house at 11:30 pm.

Humans would certainly think so. Wolves might understand me a bit better, though Blake is one and he wouldn't. I've doused my clothes in fabric softener I found in the motel's laundry room, to mask my scent in case any of their windows are open. Then I hear it.

A female moan. Kissing sounds. Clothes being discarded. A thud on the floor. Slurping. My heart starts thundering again and my fingers feel cold and clammy. My stomach is cramping and I'm worried I'm going to need a toilet soon.

Maybe I should just leave. The truth is not worth this pain.

Should I just go to the pack, pretend this never happened. Blake can make his own decisions, I should just deal with those once he does.

Then she says "oh Blake, yes, like that! I need you inside me, now, baby", some more slurping, a belt buckle. A hiss. A male groan. "Oh baby you feel so good, fvck Lily", tears are now streaming down my face in what feels like torrents, my vision is completely blurry but it doesn't matter, I just need to hear, I don't need to see. Wet slapping sounds, grunts, kisses, it is like someone has taken a scalpel and is trying to peel my skin off.

"Lily baby, clench me harder, yes, ugh"

"Blake I'm cumming ohhh"

"Fvck, I love you" he grunts, and in that moment I know I have no mate, not anymore. And surprisingly, I know it is not my fault. It doesn't make me feel any better, but I still hug that fact tight as I make my way back to the motel.

After a restless night full of horrifying nightmares and some more vomiting, over breakfast I decide to look up Lily on social media, and of course, regret that decision immediately. Blake doesn't seem to have a profile, but her and all of her friends are super active. I am able to reconstruct their entire relationship, back to 4 years ago.

Lily loves writing cheesy and long captions, which I am grateful for, since it enables me to drive the knife deeper into my own gut. I've always loved reading romance novels with gut punches but now life seems to have written me my own. Yay! Every word is like a whip to my back, and yet I keep going back for more.

"My love, today is the first anniversary of that day when you saw me at the library and decided to come up to me with your pick up line that will stay between us ;) I said yes to coffee that day and I just kept saying yes. I've never regretted a single one of them. Being with you feels like coming home, I love you so much Blake."

"Hiking in Starved Rock State Park for my baby's birthday! And a special picnic for the birthday boy with the most special dessert ;) I love you baby, many happy returns."

"Blake surprised me with a trip to Puerto Rico for my birthday! Two beach bunnies escaping the cold. I have the best boyfriend in the world

"Anniversary dinner at Blake's favorite Italian place. Next year we should go to Italy for real lol I love you B."

"Moving day! Now my shirts will live with your shirts, forever

"Three years of love, devotion, living together, traveling, highs and lows, there is no one else I would rather do this life with. You are my soulmate Blake, my heart is forever yours. I said YES!!!! Mrs. Lane

That one actually made me stop eating my breakfast. They've already ruined potato chips for me, I'll be damned if they ruin eggs as well. What got to me was not the diamond, as impressive as it was. It was Lily calling them soulmates, without actually knowing what she is talking about.

Though the more I stalk her i********:, the more it seems that I am the ignorant one. I get to the sonogram posts, the gender reveal, the maternity shoot. I see my mate lovingly holding his pregnant fiancée, and I feel ashamed at how I threw myself at him. I feel like a homewrecker. Even looking at their photos I feel like I am intruding on a family that has no place for me. A ready-made family with a mommy, a daddy, and a baby. There is no coming back from this.

There is no scenario where he and I can play house, no matter what our wolves think, no matter what our families and pack think.

How could I even for a moment think that Blake was mine? He is just some male who smells good. My heart and soul and wolf seem to accept our defeat and give up hope. It is for the best. I just want to see her one more time. My wolf wants to see who took what was supposed to be hers, and since she doesn't get anything else, I will let her have this.