Four

Liora’s pov

“You haven’t gotten out of bed since last night, are you sure you are fine Miss Loria?” Cecile asked.

I nodded my head momentarily, not able to utter a word.

She walked closer to me, still not believing me.

“Can I touch you?” She asked, her voice quivering slightly.

I sat up immediately and took her hands.

“Why do you think I wouldn’t let you touch me? I don’t discriminate, Cecile, we are one,” I told her.

There was a small smile that appeared on her lips when she heard that.

I shook my head slightly.

I could totally relate to how she felt.

Life had been so unkind to people like us, we were treated like objects.

Our feelings were completely disregarded.

“What’s wrong? You didn’t even enjoy the party last night,”

I scoffed.

Party?

I could literally hear everyone whispering about how I was an omega as if I were a piece of shit.

“I actually enjoyed it while it lasted…”

Until everything turned south.

I slapped my forehead, trying not to be so dramatic about this.

“Was it all a dream?” I whispered.

“What was a dream?” Cecile asked, staring at my face.

Her face scrunched up in concern as she touched my forehead.

“Gosh! You are burning! You just caught a fever, hold on, let me report to the Alpha,” Cecile said.

I quickly held her arms, stopping her from moving further.

“It is nothing to worry about. Maybe you could make me soup?” I asked with a pout.

“Ohh poor child. I’ll do that and bring it to you almost immediately,” Cecile promised and rushed off.

I grabbed the pillow beside me and screamed into it.

I got on my feet and started pacing around the room.

“What are the odds that we are mates!”

“It is bad enough that I was brought into the house but being mates? That was something I wasn't looking forward to,” I whispered.

I slapped my forehead, groaning.

“Ohh, loreee, why does this have to happen to you… they are literally the worst people to be my mates, why does Luna keep punishing me,” I let out a cry.

I couldn’t really remember what their expression was before I became unconscious yesterday.

Do I tell Alpha Alaric?

But what if he throws me out of the house?

I mean, it is not like they want me anyway.

I could just keep it a secret.

I fell on my bed with a thud, sighing tiredly.

“I wish all of this were a dream..”

I closed my eyes and imagined my mother and me in our small home, knitting and talking about literally anything…

We would speak and laugh for hours, we were literally insurpassable.

I missed her so much…

I cherished those times till everything went south.

I felt tears drop from the corner of my eyes.

She was my pillar of support, the reason why I still showed up at that school despite all the vile things they did to me.

I wanted to fulfill her wish of graduating from a prestigious school but now she was gone and everything was so complicated.

“Ohh dear, I hope you haven’t gotten unconscious?” Cecile asked, walking back into the room.

She saw my tears and immediately came to sit beside me.

“I know you miss your mom and she would miss you too. But I am sure she was watching over you now, smiling while staring at her strong daughter.”

“I never met her but I know she would never want you to cry so you better stop crying,” Cecile said.

I burst into laughter while crying at the same time.

“Are you sure you don’t know my mom because she definitely hates to see me in tears,” I whispered, sniffing hard.

Cecile and I hugged, she cleaned my tears, and fed me soup before leaving me.

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I was painting a picture of my mother when I heard a knock on the door.

Since my wolf wasn't reacting terribly, I knew it wasn’t the triplets.

“Come in,” I instructed.

I immediately got on my feet and slightly bowed when I saw the Alpha.

He slightly nodded his head and stared at my painting.

“She looks beautiful as ever,” he whispered.

I stared into his eyes and saw a flicker of emotion before it all disappeared.

“I didn’t catch a whiff of you last night after the introduction. Was anything the matter?” He asked.

“No Alpha, I just needed to take a rest,” I responded, staring at the floor.

Alpha Allaric hummed like he was trying to remember something.

“If my countings are correct, yesterday was your eighteenth birthday,” he said, more in a questioning tone.

I nodded my head shyly.

“It was, Alpha,”

“Ohh, that’s great! That explains why you needed to take a rest. I am sure by the next blue moon, you should be able to fully change to your wolf form…”

“And maybe even find your mate,” he added in a teasing tone.

I suddenly felt my heart racing.

“Ohoh,”

I didn’t like the direction of this at all…

I already found my mates! And they were his sons…

The triplets….

I wanted to scream that out so bad because it was eating me deep but I couldn’t find myself to say it.

“Or have you found your mate?” Alpha Allaric asked when I didn’t say anything.

I quickly shook my head.

“No…. No… alpha, I ha…”

I stammered.

Sweat trickled down my spine in a way that made my body shiver.

He suddenly started laughing and waved me off.

“Of course, I was just pulling your legs. You can't have found your mate unless your mate lives in the pack house and if that was so then I would have known,” he said.

“Oh goddess, he just keeps making things worse,” I thought in my head.

“The painting!”

He furrowed his brows in confusion.

“And what about it?”

“I could make one for you,” I offered him, trying so hard to change the conversation.

“Maybe when next we see, I have a meeting to catch,” He said and rushed out of the room.

I took a deep breath of relief after he left.

My mind drifted to the triplets, what could they be thinking about all of these?

Or were they stoic about all of these?