The Alpha's Omega Mate-Chapter 40: Something wasn’t right.

~Dahlia POV~

"It’s not like it’s any of my business." I snapped when she continued to press further, as if desperate to have me say what I was never meant to and then she chuckled as she leaned away, eyeing me.

"And I never said it was. I just want you and your lowly daughter away from him; that’s all. As for his other woman, Nyx, I’ll deal with her when I am ready to do that."

Nyx...

Nyx?

Something about that name felt overly familiar. My blood ran cold as I thought about the woman from Silver moon pack. The one who had cut ties and ended her engagement with the Prince—Amara’s father— because she’d fallen in love with a butler.

Shaking my head to rid myself of these thoughts, and deciding that my life was probably an unending sequence of spiraling emotions, I raised my gaze to meet Ms Jennifer’s and bowed. "I’ll do just that." I said slowly, surely. "I’ll ensure that my daughter doesn’t return here and that she stays at Beta Orion’s manor."

Ms Jennifer’s eyes thinned as she regarded me and then she asked; "Do you no longer wish to leave this pack? I could help you."

I froze. I would have said yes. Holy suckers, how much I wish to say yes, but after the stunt she pulled the last time I talked about something like this with her, I instantly decided that this was another plot. Another plan... another crime she wanted to pin over my head.

I shook my head. "No ma’am. I think I am fine here."

Her gaze instantly darkened. She glared at me with just enough contempt to raise the dead and then, just as if a light switch had been flicked on, she smiled, stretched out her hands toward me and muttered; "Come out."

I was stunned. Wasn’t I supposed to be filthy? Why would she even want to help me? To touch me?

But pushing these thoughts to the back of my head, I took her hands and she pulled, surprisingly pulling me out of the bathtub. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"You’re dripping wet. You can’t walk around my chamber like that so take off those clothes while I bring one of my old dresses for you to wear." She spat, dismissively pointing at my dress and at the messy puddle that was fast forming beneath me. Again, I was stunned.

Deciding that this was not the time to be suspicious of her unusual kindness, I quickly stripped my clothes off my body, leaving only my undergarments and waited for her to return with one of her dresses.

I waited. And waited. Twenty minutes passed.

Just as I had begun to think that she would never come back and began to rethink putting my wet dress back on, she returned with a green dress but before handing it to me, she picked up mine from the floor and began to rip it into pieces with a pair of sharp scissors.

I gasped. "No!" I cried, "that’s my dress and I could have just left it to dry up not ruin it!"

Ms Jennifer said nothing as she continued to rip the dress into shreds and by the time she was done, she dumped the pieces on the floor, threw the one she’d brought at me, and snapped;

"Clean up this mess, dress up and leave!"

And with that, she stalked away. I faintly heard the sound of the door shutting, signifying that she had left her chamber altogether before I bent down and began to clean up the ripped up pieces of my dress as tears streamed down my face. But truthfully, I had no idea why I was so sad, I was literally crying.

Was it because of the things that Ms Jennifer had said to me?

Or Alpha Zarek’s child who now lives with us?

Wiping my tears, I rolled up my ripped up cloth into a ball, and it wasn’t until this moment that I decided to check the one that Ms Jennifer had brought for me to wear. I picked up the green shiny material and my jaw dropped when I saw what it was. It was no dress but an overly large green scarf with a see through material.

My heart fell. Panic seeped into my bones.

What was I supposed to do now? How would I leave this room in nothing but my undergarments and a see through scarf draped around my body?

These thoughts and the fact that I had easily trusted that Witch despite knowing how cunning she could be made me mad. I gritted my teeth in rage as I looked around the room, checking to see if there was something else I could use—anything besides this motherjumping scarf that she wouldn’t notice its absence; but realizing that she’d probably done this just so that I would think exactly that, just so that she would find new reasons to call me a thief, I looked away and picked the green scarf back up.

"Here goes nothing." I muttered, and with that, wrapped the flimsy thing around my body so tight, even breathing became difficult.

I cleaned up everything else and after doing so, picked up my now shredded dress before exiting the room.

As I made my way to my room, I made sure to stick to the shadows as I was looking more than a little indecent to be roaming around the house freely. I had only just managed to slip into the slaves’ quarters when Madame Berlin caught me hiding in the shadows.

Her eyes thinned into fierce slits as she took in my appearance, and in the most condescending tone I’ve ever heard in my entire life, she snarled; "Are you also trying to add ’prostitution’ to the list of things that you do?"

I stopped. I looked at her and then deciding that she was not worth my time, especially not right now, I slipped into my room and shut the door even as she cursed and raved and complained about how stubborn and unruly I had become.

I had only just worn a new dress and slipped back out of my room when a shout in the distance caught my attention. It was loud. It was scary. And everyone was running in its direction. I did too.

I had expected it to be as a result of some fight, a caught thief or something of that nature; However none of those thoughts prepared me to see the Alpha on the floor, unconscious and stuck in a state of half-shift, with blood all over his now ripped royal regalia. My heart fell and without a thought, I rushed over to him, only to be pushed out of the way by Ms Jennifer who instantly knelt by his side, sobbing.

For the first few seconds, I was beyond stunned and simply laid on the floor in a daze while I watched the whole thing unravel before me. The world felt blurry, lost; and above the noise of the crowd, I could hear the sound of my blood rushing into my ears.

"What happened to him?" I vaguely heard Ms Jennifer ask the bodyguard who stood beside him, one I recognized as Drogon and the bodyguard’s eyes fell to the floor as he began to recount the same story he’s been telling to everyone who asked;

How they’d gone hunting. How they’d run into some rogues and ferals. How they’d been attacked and how the Alpha had killed about a dozen of them with his bare hands before he risked his life to save them.

But I wasn’t paying any attention to those. My attention was on the large deep gash just above his left eyebrow which was still oozing out a thick crimson liquid.

And my attention was on the woman standing by a corner, away from all the chaos, with her eyes wide and a girl child of about Amara’s age standing by her side.

She looked insanely familiar and from everything Ms Jennifer had said earlier, she was the Nyx she’d talked about. The one who was Zarek’s first love. The one who had bore his child.

But something didn’t feel right.

Something was definitely wrong seeing as she was the same Nyx from Silvermoon pack, the one who had also been Amara’s father’s first love. Prince Zeke’s betrothed.

How’s it possible that she is two different people’s first love?

Isn’t she supposed to be with her butler?

And wait, why’s she here? How’s all of these even possible?

Just as I thought these things, her eyes found mine and I could swear that I saw recognition flash in those deep hazel eyes. She froze for a moment and then immediately, without a word, fled the scene, dragging her daughter with her as she ran.

Yes, something definitely wasn’t right.