Alec’s

It's crazy and a little bit scary knowing that someone played you in this way. That someone was mechanizing things behind your back to make sure an aspect of your life failed.

"But that would mean they know Alec and Sadie. They know them so well that they knew how they would react. They counted on them hating each other with both of them feeling betrayed by the other. You can't know someone's reaction to a certain situation unless you really know them." Another elder chimes in, his words rocking the boat even more.

"Fuck!" Alec curses and I mumble the same under my breath.

He's right. Whoever this person is must know us, or at least studied us for a very long time to know how we tick. They probably knew that Alec is unforgiving and never thinks things through. They counted on him not digging further into the drugging incident.

On the other hand, they knew I'm a forgiving person, but when pushed too hard and too far, I snap.

My breath catches as I'm struck by the enormity of the situation. "They knew us well, and we played right into their plans."

"And they would have succeeded had we not found out that Lola was an imposter," Micah says after a few minutes of silence.

It all makes sense, but there are still some loopholes. Some things weren't adding up. Like, if they had managed to implant Lola as his mate, why not let it play out? Like Micah said, had Alec marked her, then he would have destroyed our bond for good. Wasn't that their goal? To destroy our bond. Then why not let things play out instead of going through the whole drugging us bit?

Unless that wasn't their entire goal. Unless whoever sent Lola and whoever drugged us had different goals in mind.

The more I thought about it, the more confused I got. There was something that we were missing.

Shaking my head to try and clear the migraine I could feel coming, I push those thoughts back. I'll think about them when I don't feel like my head is about to crack open.

I take a seat and turn to the elders. I seriously needed a nap.

"There is one thing that has been bothering me though," I begin. "My powers. I know there are blessed ones, but usually, these people have a long history of their families being blessed by the goddess. My parents were Omegas and I don't remember them telling me anything about our lineage ever being blessed."

My mother was attacked by rogue vampires when I was about twelve. It had been a blow to both me and my dad. They weren't the kind of warm parents every child wishes for, but they were my parents and they provided. That was enough for me.

My dad had been devastated. Inconsolable. He withered away, refusing to eat, talk, go on runs. He simply laid on their bed every day and cried for his mate. He had given up on life when his mate died. Seven months after my mother died, I found him dead in the same bed, holding a picture of her.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

There was also a note addressed to me. He told me that it was finally time. That he was going to be with his mate. He said he couldn't live on earth without her, so he was going to a place he knew they could be together.

At first, I thought he'd committed suicide. A postmortem assured me that he didn't. His mind, body and spirit had given up on living, so he faded away, just like that.

The pack had a programme for orphans. I joined it, I was taken care of till I completed school.

Someone clears their throat. I look up to find the elders staring at each other uncomfortably.

"What is it?" I narrow my eyes, feeling like they knew something but weren't sure about how to tell me.

Martin steps up. "Billy and Christine weren't your parents. You were adopted, Sadie."