The Prince and His Omega

Two: She's Here

She’s Here

Chapter Three: Elijah

I get up off my bed. I want to leave my room because I cannot be around them right now. “Elijah.” My mom cries out as I look back at them. My dad has a hard look on his face. “You will be leaving next week for Alpha training.” I stare at him for a moment. Did they really forget when my birthday is. I feel the tears welling up in my eyes once more as I stare at them. I nod my head before I leave my own room to get away from them. So, I guess now I have to take that Alpha King seat since they still cannot find my sister. I’m just her replacement, nothing more. I just have this feeling that they would rather have her than me here. Would they care if I disappeared too? Would they even look for me or just continue to look for Trish as I mean nothing to them.

I find myself in front of Evert’s house. I walk up to the front porch and knock on the door. I hear voices, a laugh, then the door opens by Misty, Everts mom. “Eli, honey what are you doing here?” I give her a teary smile. She must have seen my tears as she pulls me inside the house giving me one of those motherly hugs. The ones I wish my mom would give me but that would just be asking for too much. I clutch at her like a lifeline. I hear Zack, Evert’s dad. “Hey everything okay?” I look to see him frowning at me. “Can I spend the night please.” I ask between sobs. “Of course, son. You know you are always welcome here.” I nod my head as they take me into the living room where Evert is sitting on the couch with his brother Tomas.

Thomas is Evert’s younger brother by a year. He has always been very sweet and kind. Always tagging along with us. “Come on let’s go to my bedroom.” I nod my head following him up the stairs. They never ask me questions about what is going on at home. Then again, the whole pack knows that they are never here. They have their second in command running things while they are away. Funny thing is I have seen him call them and they answer the phone. Every time I call though they never do. It’s just another hit to my emotions. Telling me that I don’t matter to them. I’m just the second choice, the replacement.

I follow Evert up to his room. I go and brush my teeth. Yes, I have my own toothbrush here. That just tells you how often I sleep over. I come out of the bathroom, flopping down on the bed. “Hey, you’re not going to eat dinner or go to the watering hole tonight?” I throw my arm over my head as I feel the tears flowing down my face. “No.” I croak out as I hear his soft footsteps leaving the room, the click of the door closing.

Why can’t they love me like that? Why can’t they see me as important as they see my missing sister? I start sobbing so hard that I have to hold a pillow over my face. I just don’t understand why they don’t want me? Why did she have to leave. Everything must have been good before she left right. I mean I know I was only four, but I don’t remember ever being sad until she just one day disappeared.

I know something happened. I hear whispers of it all the time. I even hear my mom and dad fighting late at night when they are home. Which is not very often. I’m so tired of feeling like this. I don’t want to be sad anymore. Maybe I should take a page from my sister’s book and run away. Would they even know if I would disappear? Most likely not as I’m not my sister. Hell, they are sending me away before my sixteenth birthday. The most important time of my life. When I will finally get to meet my wolf for the first time and get my Lycan’s spirit.

Morning came quickly. I pull the blankets up over my head when the sun wakes me up. I hear the opening of the bedroom door. “Eli, the gang is here. Come on man. Your girlfriend came.” I hear him say as I jump up out of the bed. “I’ll be right there. Shower, need a shower.” I mutter as he laughs at me. “Hurry up man.” I take the quickest shower in history. Making the shower as hot as I can stand it. I have a pounding headache from all the crying last night. Soaping up and then washing off just so I could get out there to see her. We have been the best of friends for as long as I can remember. Then one day I realized how much I love her. Not like a brother or anything like that. I love how she sings, how she likes to save all the animals that are hurt. How she doesn’t let anyone bully her or anyone else. She is always thinking of others before herself. Not only that but my heart tells me that she is mine. Her smell, her hazel eyes that seem to have every color in them. Her olive skin with black hair that she gets from his Papa.

She’s here, finally my love is here!