All Chapters of The Twin Alphas' Omega Mate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The next morning, the sun streamed through the window curtain, casting a warm glow over the room as Emma stretched lazily on her bed. She was startled out of her sleep by the sound of a knock on her door. Before she could answer, her mother stopped stepping. Her face was beaming with joy. “Emma, you are finally home!” Her mother exclaimed, rushing forward to wrap her hand in a warm hug. Emma sat up, smiling lightly as she returned the embrace. “It is good to see you too, mom. I missed you so much!” she exaggerated.Her mom pulled back slightly, her eyes scanning Emma’s face. “You look exhausted. Did you rest well?” she questioned.Emma nodded, forcing her tone to remain as casual as she could. “As well as I could,” she replied.Her mother seemed satisfied with the answer and began talking about how much she had missed having her around. Emma, feeling the weight of the previous day’s events, gave that response with hope for life, carefully not letting any bitterness seep through her

Emma shut the door behind her. The shallowness and the sharpness of her mother’s voice send a wave of shiver down her body. She wondered what had changed. Even though her sister could be annoying sometimes, the words her mother used for her felt more hurt. She had called Ever “inconsequential.” The word felt too harsh even for her, even though she hated Ever. The word carried a weight that made her stomach churn. She did not want to dwell too much on it, but the thought still lingered, leaving a bad taste on her tongue.As much as she tried to push it aside, the words still lingered at the back of her mind. She shook her head, deciding to distract herself. She thought of how to distract herself. A familiar idea suddenly struck her mind. She hurriedly left her room and padded down to Damien’s room. When she got there, she knocked lightly on the door. She waited patiently for a voice or the door to open, and soon—Damien’s calm voice asserted, “Come inside,” and she pushed the doo

The dinning room was aglow with warm light. Emma and her family gathered for dinner. The faint clinking of cutlery echoed off the polished table. Emma sat stiffly in her chair, her fingers curling around her spoon, trying to ignore the persistent glance from her sister. “So, Emma, what is been keeping you so busy these days?” Ever asked her voice breaking the grace silent. Emma did not bother looking at her. Instead, she focused on her dad, offering them a small smile. “The usual,” she replied. “Mom,” she called turning toward her mum “I have decided on something,” she said with a large smile.Her mother dropped the fork in her hand and focused her attention on her. “Decided on something? Which is?” she asked.“I have decided that I will attend the festival, you don’t have to worry about it anymore.”The words came as a shock to her parents.“Really? I thought you weren’t interested,” her mother said, turning to her with evident surprise.Emma shrugged, her expression unreadable.

Emma and Damien found themselves in a quieter part of town. The sun was beginning to lower into the horizon. They parked discreetly near an old unassuming borough. The area was a stark contrast to the bustling city they had just left behind. Emma’s nerves were frayed. Her finger drummed restlessly on the dashboard as she kept her eyes glued on the entrance of a dimly lit bar across the street. “What do you think she's up to this time?” Emma asked, her voice was tight with tension. “Whatever it is, we are going to find out,” Damien replied simply. “Just stay sharp, okay?” he added, leaning back in his seat, his gaze unwavering.They sat in grave silence until Ever finally stepped out of a sleek car, her confidence radiating in the way she carried herself. Emma couldn’t tear her eyes away as her sister strode purposefully toward the bar.Ever paused briefly at the entrance, a flicker of unease crossing her face. Something felt wrong. She scanned the surroundings but she couldn't f

Ever stood before her parents. Their disappointed eyes bore into hers. It was a feeling she had grown all too familiar with over few weeks. But today, it felt more heavier. Her mother’s voice was sharp as she scolded her. “Ever, this behavior is completely unacceptable. Do you have any idea what you have done? This childish altercation with Emma it’s unbecoming.” Her voice was calm, controlled, but it cut through her like a blade. Ever could barely look at her. Her mother’s cold gaze was a reflection of everything she had never been able to say. She had spent days trying to earn their approval, maybe hoping something would go back to the way it used to be. But no matter what she did, it was never enough. Emma was now the shiniest star in the family now. She wondered when everything became this unbearable.“You are acting like a child,” her father’s voice rang out. His tone was reprimanding. “You should know better than to engage in petty arguments. I expect more from you, Ever.” It