Fated to the Sapphire Alpha

Chapter 13: Birth Certificate Part 2

Waiting to hear anyone laugh made me uncomfortable, and I asked myself if he was really asking me about werewolves?

Seeing they were serious, my stomach began to feel a little upset, even after taking the pills that should be helping me, according to Sir. Ken, in no time I also became more dizzy; was this normal?

I needed to get better for my classes of tomorrow; I had not called Sam or Nat to inquire about my job, I know Grant said I don’t work anymore but I can’t give up on my work; at the very least, my homework was completed before I went to the principals office.

Concentrating on this had me taking back control, following this line of thinking, I needed to locate my backpack, and these clothes were not appropriate for tomorrow to attend school.

The questions I had were a little more important than answering about mythical creatures, now that I think about it logically, but I did not want to piss off Governor Ken, who not only put my mother in prison, but also adopted me and gave me everything I currently own.

Gulping I replied honestly.

"Not really, I have read stories online like A Queen Amongst Alphas by Ashleigh Dana Burnell, Zari by Jaylie Writer, Her faded memories by Penny Fox, The Luna’s Justice by Lisa Lynn Baird, and The Lycan Mate’s Souls by Meg Elly Gerena, but I have never seen anything like the things I have read online; may I ask why you are asking me about those creatures all of a sudden?"

He let out a heavy sigh, and I could hear Kyle behind us murmuring something about me, and then started to hold his laughter.

He was slowly failing to stop laughing at me; I knew he did not like me; I was simply stupid to believe his tricks; ignoring him as I usually did was simple, but hearing a growl from Ken scared the f**k out of me; I stiffened when I heard him, but Sora placed her hand on my shoulder to calm me down.

Feeling a little better. Sora spoke to me, "What my husband is trying to tell you, but our son once again has the nerve to ruin everything special," she glared at her son, who had stopped chuckling, "is that werewolves exist, and we need you to know this before you become legal in a year."

I looked at Sora, confused as hell. She did not change her serious expression, which made me extremely uncomfortable; this felt like a joke; if this is true, how have I not been punched to death?

Come to think on the reality, if I was being bullied by werewolves like the ones I have read online, I would have been dead by now, and I seriously doubt I’m being bullied by werewolves.

Blinking quickly to take those things out of my mind, I asked anyone to be reassured, "I am not sure what werewolves are, but please do not prank me; I have been messed with by bullies, and abusers my entire life, and I am not disrespecting anyone; it is just, this is a lot to handle, seeing my mom arrested, finding out my mother was destroying my documents, moving in a mansion, attending a sophisticated dinner with my high school bully, dressed in really pretty clothes when I have never own anything remotely similar to the clothes I’m wearing right now, and having the playboy of my high school pretending to be okay with my existence is a lot to handle, on top of being put in medication to help treat my body, please don’t mess with me on telling me im living a double life I was never aware off." I burst because I knew I was about to lose my last marbles if I didn’t say it all.

When Sir Ken spoke to me, Mrs Sora continued to caress my shoulder, "none of us here feel you spoke to insult us, you have no recollection of your true self, and that is entirely your parents' fault, as well as my own." His expression froze after saying that and I wondered why he said the last part.

If I ever wanted to know how he looked pissed, I now know, and I would jump from this floor to the ground than piss this man.

Thinking a little bit to calm down over how Sir Ken is directing himself to me, I remind myself that they are trying to talk to me about this type of mythical creature, I looked between each person in this room, and I got up from my seat, thinking about my f*****g luck, I needed to get out of here, and they are werewolves then I knew they could catch up to me.

Even with everything I know from reading my books, still in my head I was screaming to run out of this mansion, and hide from them, but my body was stiff with fear.

Kyle stood up and asked me in a raspy tone, "If you are thinking about what is written on those books you told us, yes, ask yourself how everything you have medically has not killed you, you should have been dead by the way you have been raised, being abused at home, and being bullied at school has not killed you either, now that I am saying this out loud, congratulations on surviving everything, but that ends today even if I am the one held accountable for it, which I know I am, but that is another story for another time, if your stuck because you now realized what I am telling you, than please say something." He started babbling, but I began to think while he kept talking.

Each memory that kept coming to me over their way in abusing me, bullying, and tormenting me, made me walk backwards, until I hit the wall that was behind me, I then blurted out what was now in my head with my eyes wide, and my body shaking.

"The growls, the way each one responds like they are dogs to each other at school like they have authority from one to another, their body types, I have seen many students at school that could pass for models, there is no way my school," I shook my head and placed my hand on my forehead that was hurting me like I had been punched in my forehead only to manage in saying, "no our school because Kyle went there, and Zara goes there, Zara, Zara looks like a freaking model, she is way too smart, and many at school look like models,” I looked up to see the eyes on Kyle, his eyes made me shout as I point at him, “and your eyes are turning pink." Kyle, who was taking a deep breath nodded to then ask me.

"Do you know what we are now?" He asked impatiently.

He did look at me terrified, and I could not hear a damn thing as he began to speak because my heart was beating in my ears, causing me to stutter, "I know what you are saying, but I am f*****g trying to wake up from this nightmare, it can’t be true." I really wanted to run right now.

Scratching my head while my back was to the wall, I felt like I was hyperventilating, Mrs Sora stood up to say, "Mishi, you need to accept your reality, and your reality is that you are not a human, and neither are we," she said calmly, but I felt cornered, I felt scared, and I was tired of staying positive.

But before I could say anything, I saw everything turning black, I felt myself focusing in and out until I finally succumbed to the darkness, I did not dream about anything, I felt relaxed, like I could be myself without being judged, and I loved the feeling, feeling really calm in my state when it suddenly changed just as I was getting comfortable.

In no time I started to hear beeping sounds, they were heard from a far, and the volume of the noises began to irritated the f**k out of me. My eyes felt heavy, and I knew someone was in the room with me, groaning from the sounds I heard Zara talk.

"Get the Alpha and Luna, or she will wake up without them here! Hurry!”

Her loud voice hurt my ears; it woke me up, but I felt like s**t; seeing her in a mini skirt and a tank top, I wanted to go back to sleep; could she not show me her model body to me?

Breathing a little heavy. I remembered out of nowhere when Zara left with Mrs Sora to the powder room, and I was curious what that was because it sounded very fancy.

Looking up at her, I inquired, "What is a powder room?" She looked surprised but took a seat in an extremely uncomfortable plastic chair.

Zara breathed a bit to answer me, a little confused: "Well, it is a more fancy way of saying the girls bathroom, but it has a lot more inside like a sofa, some things to help the breath like tic tacs, and many things like that." She remained in a small 'o', as she realized something, but I now understand what she meant.

With what she said, I gathered that was very fancy, but Zara abruptly asked me while I tried to understand everything in my mind, "How much do you not know about rich people?" She sounded genuine in her inquiry.

But I didn’t want to answer her. Trying to move, my throat became dry, so Zara moved to get me a glass of water with a straw, and as I drank it, I prayed in my mind that whatever in this universe hears me, I hope this water is poisoned because I refuse to admit Zara is being nice to me.

Zara returned the glass, and I attempted to sit, but instead I heard the bed move forward by my back, and I looked to my right to see Zara pressing a button on a remote control.

Zara smiled at me, and I wondered why she was being so nice. In fact, she had become nice since they entered the bathroom, or powder room.

Finally sitting, she placed the remote in my hand, and I found my strength in asking her, "Zara, why are you being so nice? This isn’t you, and you are scaring the f**k out of me; just break my leg or arm, and please do your usual because I am freaking out every time you are nice instead." She bit her lips in and raised her eyes slightly.

Zara did not say anything, but we both heard the door on my left swing open in seconds and looked to see Kyle walk in, and all I could think was that; this is how I die.

Sir Ken was walking behind him, holding a folder. I could not remember much from last night; all I could think of was a couple of things and the image of a wolf. Sir Ken walked to my side, holding the folder.

In his well-fitting blue suit, he smiled kindly at me, "How are you doing?" He asked me, looking very concerned towards me.

Scared was an understatement in comparison to how I truly feel, and I decided to be honest: "freaked out, tired, and I really want this to end; I get it you all had a good laugh, but please just stop." I looked down at my lap, which was covered in sheets, when Sir Ken placed a birth certificate on my lap.