Chapter 5

Sibel’s POV

Dylan had already left some minutes ago. I hoped he would be able to investigate the higher-ups, the ones who were doing the control, the ones who were bullying the weakest, the omegas.

The investigation must be conducted in the, not to allow anybody to suspect.

As a skilled and agile warrior, I was the type of person to adapt to any situation given the circumstances. However, I had never cleaned a toilet before, and the sudden task had left me feeling drained.

My waist ached from the strenuous scrubbing, and I stood up to stretch, trying to alleviate the discomfort. As I turned to arch my back, I caught sight of Jolie standing in the doorway, her presence sudden and unexpected.

"I'm sorry for scaring you, Sibel," Jolie said, her voice softening as she approached me. I drop the brush, and then clean my sweat with the back of my palm, my expression icy, and I asked her coldly, "What are you doing here?" Jolie's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze filled with concern.

"I came because I was worried about you," she replied, her voice laced with sincerity. "I heard about the incident with Beta Leo, and I wanted to make sure you're okay." Her words were gentle.

"I was worried and afraid that you'd be scared since you're new here in the pack," Jolie said, her eyes filled with concern. "So, I secretly searched for you, and now that I've found you, I want to help you. You saved my life, and now you're in trouble with Cara. I want to return the favor and help you, Sibel."

Her voice was sincere, and I could sense the gratitude behind her words. She had sought me out, putting herself at risk, to repay the debt she felt she owed me. I felt a surge of appreciation for her bravery and kindness.

"Thank you, Jolie, but you don't owe me anything," I said with a smile. "I just did what needed to be done. If you want to help me, I appreciate the gesture, but you're not indebted to me."

I turned back to the toilet, ready to finish the task. "I'm almost done, just need to rinse it with fresh water." Jolie nodded and joined me.

As we walked home after finishing with the toilet, Jolie pointed out some local spots that brought a smile to my face. Despite the dire circumstances, I couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for what could have been.

If not for the crisis, the bullying, and the killings, this place could have been a haven of happiness. It was heartbreaking to see the weaker people suffer at the hands of individuals like Cara and her cohorts.

Their cruelty had stifled the joy and laughter of the people. I sighed, my thoughts consumed by the stark contrast between what was and what could have been.

"Hey, catch!" Jolie exclaimed, interrupting my thoughts as she tossed an apple in my direction. I caught it effortlessly, and Jolie teased, "You know, this apple could have hit you in the face!"

I playfully shot back, "Yeah, it could have!" before taking a big bite out of it. The sweetness exploded in my mouth, and we both burst out laughing.

We made our way back to the dormitory, exhausted from the events of the day. The combination of physical labor and emotional turmoil had weigh us down.

As we settled into our quarters, the softness of our beds summoned, promising a much-needed rest.

I let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of the day slowly lifting off my shoulders.

Jolie smiled sympathetically. She retrieved an envelope from her pocket and carefully extracted a photo from within. She handed it to me, and I took it, my eyes widening as I gazed at the image.

The boy in the picture had a familiar look, and I felt a sudden sense of recognition. "This is my son," Jolie said, her voice filled with emotion. I stared at her in surprise, my mind struggling to reconcile the fact that this petite woman, with her small stature, was a mother.

She didn't appear to have carried a child, and yet, the love and devotion in her eyes told a different story. I looked back at the photo, studying the boy's features, and saw the faint resemblance to Jolie.

"His name is Charles, and he's five years old," Jolie said, her voice trembling with emotion. I sensed a hint of sadness in her tone, and my mind racing, I assumed the worst—that Charles was no longer alive.

I gently probed her, trying to ask when he had passed away, but Jolie's response caught me off guard. "He's probably playing with his friends right now," she said, and I exhaled a sigh of relief, realizing I had misinterpreted her emotions.

But my curiosity lingered, wondering why she had become so emotional when discussing her son. Jolie's eyes welled up with tears as she continued, "Charles is only five years old, and he's struggling with a congenital disease." I felt pity for her.

I couldn't help but wonder, "Shouldn't Charles be in the hospital receiving treatment?" Jolie's eyes dropped, and her voice cracked as she revealed the harsh reality. "There's no money," she said, her words barely above a whisper. "I've tried everything, but as an Omega, we're discriminated against. No doctor wants to operate on my boy." I felt a surge of indignation at the injustice.

The fact that Charles's life was being threatened by the very people sworn to save him was unconscionable. Jolie's helplessness was palpable, and I knew I had to do something to support her. The thought of Charles, an innocent five-year-old, suffering due to societal prejudices, was something I couldn't sit by and watch.

I seethed with anger, my emotions boiling over at the injustice. Jolie, sensing my outrage, placed a calming hand on my arm and began to explain the complexities of the situation.

"Even though a new law has been enacted, old prejudices and biases still linger," she said, her voice measured and sorrowful. "The medical community is slow to change, and many doctors still harbor discriminatory beliefs about Omegas. It's a deeply ingrained problem, one that will take time, effort, and perseverance to overcome." I knew that I had to channel my emotions into action, to fight for Charles and others like him who were suffering at the hands of systemic injustice.

"It's an honor for the tribe to take us in, to provide refuge for those who have been cast out. We don't expect special treatment," she added.

I wrapped my arms around Jolie, pulling her into a warm, comforting embrace. As I held her, I gently patted her back, my touch slow and soothing. "Everything will be okay," I whispered, my voice filled with reassurance. I held her for a moment, letting the warmth of our connection seep into her very being.

"We'll get through this, together. Charles will receive the care he deserves, and we'll face whatever challenges come our way" I added.

Jolie's tense muscles slowly relaxed, her body surrendering to the comfort of my hug. I could feel her emotions calming, as she let out a soft sigh.

Just as we were sharing a moment of comfort, a sudden, forceful banging on the door was heard. We both jolted upright, our hearts racing in unison, as we wondered who could be trying to break in.

Before we could even process what was happening, the door burst open, and guards poured into our dormitory, their sudden invasion leaving me stunned.

I sprang to my feet, demanding answers. "What do you want? What's going on? Why did you break down the door?" I fired off questions, but they ignored me totally.

Without a word, they began to search the room, their movements swift and and rough. I watched in bewilderment, unsure of what they were looking for or what their intentions were.

Jolie's voice rose in protest, "Didn't you hear what she said? What are you searching for?" But her words seemed to fall on deaf ears. The intruders continued their search, their faces expressionless, as if they were impervious to our pleas.

"I must say, the way you're conducting yourselves is completely unacceptable," I said, my voice firm but controlled. "This is a women's dormitory, and you can't just barge in here like you own the place. If you continue to disrespect our space and privacy, there will be consequences. You will face the full force of our wrath and suffer the repercussions of your actions." My words fell on deaf ears. I balled my fist angrily.

As I stood there, wondering what the intruders were searching for, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. I turned towards the door, and my eyes widened in surprise as Cara walked in, a mischievous smile spreading across her face.

I was confused by everything, as if I was trapped in a puzzle with missing pieces. Cara's mischievous smile and the cold, detached behavior of the searchers only added to my growing unease, leaving me wondering... What is really going on here?