Christina

“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head.

“Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently.

“In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.”

“So why is it a bad thing if people know I’m an omega? Is it because you're scared of how I’ll be treated and shunned by others?” I ask.

“It’s not about that…” he sighs then looks at me, “You're the alpha king's mate.”

I just blink at him.

“Marcel? Isn’t that supposed to be a good thing?” I raise a brow.

“No Alpha would want his Luna to be an omega.” Dad says.

“Then how did an Alpha give birth to me?” I question.

“We don’t know… it doesn’t make any sense. It’s nearly impossible for an alpha to birth an omega. The only reasonable explanation is that whoever your mother is must have been one too or something,” He shakes his head. “But even that doesn't really make much sense.”

“You never answered my prior question.” I say.

Dad raises a brow.

“Who's my mom?”

“Oh.. I’m not sure.” He sighs.

I shake my head, “I don’t understand. What do you mean!?” I ask, getting annoyed.

“John never told me. He told me it was for the best I didn’t know.” Dad smiles softly.

“I can’t believe that man. How can he be my father if he decided to give me up as a child?” I spit out.

“He didn’t have a choice Christina. He loves you more than you could ever imagine. Everything he’s done is to ensure that you’re alive.”

“Can you please explain how you know my half sisters and I don’t? And why you never told me the truth. This whole time I believed you were my father..” my voice starts to shake. “You lied to me.” I whisper as tears well in my eyes.

“I’m so sorry. I was just trying to protect you.” He says whilst looking at me pitifully.

I snort. “Why do people always think that not telling someone about something will protect them? Ignorance may be bliss especially in this case but look at where we are now because of it.”

“I promise we’ll get out of this place.” Dad says.

“You still haven't told me the full story.” I say whilst trying to hold back the tears.

“Your father, John, overheard a conversation a few days ago. It was between the Alpha king's mother and a whole other bunch of witches-”

“Excuse me? Did you just say witches?!” I all but yell.

“Oh… I forgot to tell you witches exist too.” Dad looks down like that’s going to save him from my glare.

“Is there any other fantasy creature that exists that you might be forgetting to spill out?” I say.

He looks back at me and shakes his head.

“Sandra is Marcel Derulo’s mother. She is a witch and so are a lot others. Both genders can be witches..” Dad starts explaining but as he talks I can’t help but drift away into thoughts of Marcel and how someone can be this evil. I make a silent vow to make sure he feels exactly how he made me feel when he took my mothers life away.

“All this is going on because Marcel hates me.” I say completely ignoring all that my dad has been saying.

“And his parents… I mostly blame them actually. His father is dead so I guess I mostly blame his mom Sandra Derulo.” Dad says.

“Go on with your story.” I say, I don’t really understand Sandra’s fault in all this, whoever she is.

“What John heard that day was not really a conversation, it was mostly cantations coming from a small enclosed temple. Where witches come together to create a big spell. He saw Sandra and a bunch of other witches chanting. After they finished, he hid behind a window to listen closely. He heard them say they found out where you were and sent rogues and some gammas to find you. At the time the magic managed to circle down to our town in brazil. John had only gone to the Alpha king's territory to talk to him. As second almost important Aloha, he was almost like a guardian of Marcel because Marcel is young like you. He’s just 20. His dad died early so he became the Alpha king at 18.” Dad says and takes a deep breathe before continuing, “nobody besides me and him knew about your whereabouts, he had no choice but to tell Melissa and Becca about you and that’s how they came on the exact same day and at the exact same time that Sandra’s rogues attacked me that day,” he shakes his head.

“I fought Christina, I really did. But they outnumbered me and killed Mary right in front of my eyes.” Dad shakes as he talks. He really did love her.

“Did mom know about this… about you?” I ask.

Dad shakes his head. “No.. she was just a human.” Dad sighs.

“Then why did you marry her, how can your mate be a human?” I ask.

“Mates are chosen by the moon goddess. If she decrees for your mate to be human then you can’t really do anything about it. She had wanted to tell you that you were adopted from the start but I refused to allow it. I told her till you turned 18 and I actually was waiting till you turned 18 because I’ve been patiently waiting for you to shift.” Dad says.

“I’m telling you I’m not a werewolf!” I narrow my eyes.

“Sure you're not.” Dad scoffs.

“So what was the plan B house you were on about? And honestly I still don’t understand how Melissa and Becca knew you and how they even know that I’m supposed to be Marcel's mate if we’ve never even met.” I say.

“Plan b house was in case something happened to the first house but nothing had happened for about 17 years.”

“Oh, so that’s why the house looked old.” I say.

“As for how they knew about you being his mate… that’s kinda another whole long story and honestly we haven't even been given water for me to be able to talk anymore.” Dad says.

I sigh but nod regardless. If my throat is as dry as it feels I wonder what dad must be going through.

“You know technically we’re not doing anything so after you answer this one I won’t ask anymore questions.” I say knowing he won’t refuse because he owes it to me.

He sighs but starts talking regardless. “Marcel was only 3 when his father and mother told a priestess witch to examine him and tell them who he would be in the future and who his potential mate could be. The priestess told them that Marcel would be mated with a beautiful young woman with brown hair but the hair will have white strands in it. Immediately Derulo Scott— marcel's father who at the time was the alpha king panicked because that would mean Marcel's queen Luna would be an omega. He proceeded to ask her if She could tell when this mate of his would be born. She told them it would be on one of the full moons which was soon at the time, she told them that a child would be born that day and she would be his chosen. Immediately Derulo Scott hunted down every single child born on every full moon and made sure to check if they had white strands of hair. They never found a child with such a description which caused everyone to distrust the priestess. Due to the Rage caused by her prophecy being wrong even though it was correct and that child was You,” Dad looks at me and I blink, trying to understand and process everything.

“She got killed by fire.” Dad completes.

“What what!?”

“The priestess witch.. she got killed for wrong information even though it was true but nobody believes that… until recently Ofcourse. Sandra has always been smarter than her husband ever was.” Dad shakes his head.

This is insane.