His Omega's Daughter

CHAPTER TWO

“Alpha please. Just listen to her. I think there’s a mistake somewhere. Thaleia is a good girl, she’s not a killer. She would never hurt anyone for any reason.”

My mother had gone on her knees to beg the Alpha just as the guards grabbed my arms. I fought with them.

“Mama please save me. Don’t let them take me to prison. Don’t let them kill me, please. I didn’t kill anyone. Mama, please beg the Alpha for me.”

I desperately cried, struggling to get out of the Alpha’s guards’ strong grips. I was trying to reach out for my mother but with every struggle, I was slowly being led away.

“Alpha please. My daughter is innocent.”

My mother pleaded, she had tears in her eyes. I bit one of the men and tried to escape behind my mother but I was caught again before I could get close to her. I screamed louder. Was my life going to end this way?

“Do you want to join her, Zenra?”

My father asked quite harshly.

“What is your problem, Ragal? This is our daughter! Your daughter! How can you be so relaxed with watching her being taken away with the possibility of being killed?”

My mother replied, her voice shook with tears and emotion. She tried to come to me as I was being dragged away but my father stopped her.

“Leave me alone. Let me go to my daughter!”

She was struggling to free herself from my father’s hold, as I was being dragged with some effort by the guards because I wasn’t going easy. I was stretching my hands reaching out for her.

“Mama, please. Don’t let them take me away.”

I raised my eyes to the direction of the Alpha, pleading for understanding and mercy.

“Alpha please. Don’t do this. Please. I’m begging you. I didn’t do this. I didn’t kill Zephne, I swear it. I swear by my life.”

My twin sister, Paleia, was nonchalant. A complacent smile spread her lips.

“Take her out of here!”

The Alpha yelled, his gray eyes had darkened. There was pure agony and rage burning in them. Even as I was not near him, when his eyes fell on me I shivered under his murdering gaze.

“No! Alpha please. Please, don’t take her away from me.”

My mother was still begging even as she was fighting to get out of my father’s hold.

“Get a grip on yourself, Zenra! Let her go!”

“Mama please don’t listen to him. Don’t let me go! Come and save me.”

I said, feeling more broken as more tears ran down my cheeks. Why would my own father do this to me? What have I ever done to him? Was it becausee he had tried to teach me his ways and I refused to partake? Paleia was closer to him because they were more alike; cunny, cruel and deceptive.

“What a poor girl.”

I heard someone say within earshot.

“She deserves what she’s getting. Murder is a serious crime.”

Another whispered. I looked round the ballroom and everyone was looking. Some had pity on their faces, some looked angry and accusation shot harshly form their gazes, while others were just shocked, not quite understanding what was happening. I was part of the last set of people who were confused and shocked. Who would have told me that my engagement party would become a nightmare. One that threatened my sanity.

“Zenra, behave yourself. Stop behaving like your crazy daughter.”

I heard my father say to my mother. He looked annoyed by her behavior. I felt defeated. There was no way my mother was going to save me. This was too much, even for her, to handle. I stopped fighting and allowed the guards drag me out. I locked gaze with the Alpha until I was finally taken out of the ballroom.

“What is the Omega’s daughter doing in here?”

One of the inmates of the cell gasped in surprise when I was roughly pushed into the cell. I crawled to a corner and curled up.

“I don’t know. But which of them do you think that is?”

Paleia and I looked so much alike. We were identical and one could hardly tell us apart. Except for the color of our eyes and difference in character, we were almost indistinguishable. Ironically, she had our mother’s emerald green eyes while I took our father’s ocean blue eyes.

“Thaleia is not one to cause trouble, she is always a good natured, gentle girl. But her sister is a different story, always with one mischief or the other.”

“It should be Paleia then.”

The other female inmate concluded.

“I don’t really think so.”

“You think it’s Thaleia?”

The other woman asked, disbelief ringing clear in her tone.

“If it was Paleia, she’d have reacted by now. But for some reason, this one seem to be calm and quite in despair.”

“Who are you, young girl? Paleia or Thaleia?”

The one who’d concluded I was Paleia asked. I didn’t respond, I only slinked surreptitiously further into my dark corner. I was so ashamed to be seen in that state and what these women had said only caused me more pain. I was never one to be caught in situations as these. I had never been in trouble before and now, I was labeled a murderer. I sniffled.

“Are you okay?”

One of them asked. There were the only ones in the cell before my arrival. I didn’t reply.

“I think it is Thaleia.”

The woman I suspected to have asked the first question when I was pushed in commented.

“I’m beginning to think so. But she’s such a good girl, what would have brought her here? And knowing her family’s rank in the pack, this is beyond shocking.”

Their words pierced my broken heart more and I couldn’t hold back the sob. I hugged my legs to myself tighter and bent my head to sob into them.

“What is wrong, Thaleia? If that is your name.”

I didn’t reply. I just wept more.

“I think she’s in really big trouble.”

“I think so too. Because only a grave offence would bring a high class member of the pack to the cell.”