The Fake Omega and Her Quintuplet Mates

002- What Grief Makes You Do

/Two months later/

{~Aphrodite Malhotra~}

“This is madness. I will not let you do this. Did you not…. Aphrodite, I cannot lose you too. Martha and I won't make it. I am begging you not to go to this school. It is clearly bad luck.”

Her pleading words fell on deaf ears. You could call it denial but I was determined to go to the Inferno Peak Academy, and find out what really happened to my sister. Because trying to get answers from here was like talking to a brick wall.

No matter who I called in that f*****g private school, no one was telling me anything. They wouldn’t send me her body claiming that Clion wasn’t dead, they even accused me of pranking them! And they didn’t send any of her things either. It made my whole family feel like we’d imagined the text, but it was still in my phone. I even contacted the headmaster, Pharoah Nileborn, and all he said was that Clion had made no call to him. And last time he checked, she was still breathing. He also added that his sons would never bully anyone. And that he would look into it.

Then he stopped taking my calls after that, and I was frustrated. My only option is to go to that f*****g school, and get some answers. If my sister isn’t dead, then what happened? I’ve gotten no responses from her, and my whole family was dealing with it. Poorly. For goodness sakes, this was supposed to be my mundane life!

Martha just got into highschool four months ago, and she’s dealing with Clion’s suicide badly. My mother has gone into drinking. Again! My whole family is in shambles. If this is a prank then i need to look Clion in the eyes when I choke the life out of her. Because that has to be one very sick prank.

If you’re wondering about me? I’m fine. Sure, I can’t sleep. I keep seeing her in those photos. She had so much bruises on her hands, her neck had hand prints, there were cuts, burn marks, photos of her with a swollen eyes, goddess one of the photos showed me she’d broken a leg once. f**k what did they do to my sister?

When she told us she was going to The Inferno Peak Academy something sunk into my gut. My body felt tight and tense for some reason. The old me would have told her about my suspicions, but instead, I was trying to live a normal life. This is all my fault. She said if I had texted I could have talked her out of it. I would have come for her but as the i***t that I am… I DIDN’T BRING MY f*****g PHONE WITH ME!

I’m so f*****g stupid. I blame myself for not asking her questions whenever I heard a wobble in her voice. Or demanding she video call me. She was also making up some excuses whenever I asked her to switch to a video- why didn’t I persist?

She could be dead right now but I won't know unless I'm there to find out. The university is sending a jet and a driver to pick me up.

And I’ve got a talent most people don’t, I can hide my scent. Change it to anything I want. Being a Lycan gives me that advantage.

The Nileborn brothers are my target. If they want an omega to bully then they’re in for a shock. My new scent matches my sisters. It’s hiding, and masking my more alpha sides. I also need to act more like Clion. Be kind, caring, and not violent. During the day at least.

At night, I will do my search. If she’s alive I need to find her.

If she’s dead, I will burn the school down, and murder the entire Nileborn family. This I swear.

“Mom, please stop. You won’t change my mind. I am going to do this. I need to get my answers. So please, just let me.”

She cried even harder, and I zipped up my bag. I had four of them, and on a private jet no one is scanning what’s in my bags.

I dropped to my knees, and wrapped my mother in a hug. “I love you mom. Just relax. You know me. I’m tough. I won’t be knocked down easily. I promise.”

I knew she didn’t believe, and her grip on me was hard. I patted her back for a couple of minutes until I heard the horn of a car.

“I have to go.”

“No. no. Let’s just move. Start afresh, and try…” she broke her sentence as she sobbed.

“We need answers, okay? I chose a three year course, and I promise to visit whenever I get the chance.”

“Clion said the exact same thing, and now she’s dead.” I heard her gulp, and I pried myself away from her. I carried my bags, two at a time down the stairs. Once outside I found a tall man in a rich black suit, with a raven mask covering his face, and a limousine behind him.

He bowed, tipping one knee down, and one hand behind his back. “I am Amar. I was sent by Pharoah Nileborn to bring you to the jet.” he stood back up, and handed me a note before carrying my bags. He placed them in the trunk of the car as I tried to understand how he knew what I looked like. Even if the headmaster knew what I looked like, the driver didn’t even raise a photo to compare. Like he had my face memorized.

Shaking off the cold chill, and the voice in my head was telling me to stay the f**k away from that school.

I looked at the note.

/My sons will be waiting to pick you up once you arrive. I hope that little misunderstanding about them bullying your sister can be cleared up. They will welcome you properly to our glorious university. I can’t wait to meet you, MIss Aphrodite./

His words seemed to send something crawling up my spine. I rubbed my arms, and turned around to look at my family,

My single mother, and sister were staring at me. They held each other, and waved to me. Their eyes were filled with fear and tears. They don’t know that i’ve walked into worse situations. This should be nothing.

“Miss Malhotra, we have to go.”

I turned around, and Amar was waiting there for me. He pulled the door to the back seat open, and waited for me to get in before slamming it shut. I pulled the seatbelt over, and clenched my hands.

My breathing was loud, and I looked to Amar.

“There’s food and drinks in the back.”

“Uh thank you.” I cleared my throat. “A limo didn’t come to pick up my sister when she was leaving? We had to drive her to the airport.”

“Right. Limos are for exceptional students. You application was flawless.”

He said breathlessly.

I pressed my knees together. I’m not dumb. Actually, I graduated valedictorian at my high school, it was actually easier than I expected. But why would the headmaster share that information with a driver?

I kept those questions to myself, and waited for us to arrive at local airport at the nearest small city where the jet was.

It took hours, and I spent it thinking about my sister. And the last time i saw her.

She was the life of every party. I assumed people would adore her in college too. She was so freaking amazing. How could these boys bully her?

And now their father has sent them to pick me up once i arrive? That’s a clear threat. He’s trying to send a message. Or perhaps i’m being paranoid. Maybe he’s just a reckless headmaster. I won’t know until I've dug deep into his life. I tried googling him but his slate is too clean for it to be real.

His sons have no social media presence. At least none I could find. I don’t know their names, it was nowhere online so maybe that’s part of the problem.

It’s like they’re hiding on purpose.

Even more suspicious.

Once the car ride ended, Amar came over to open the door for me. He wouldn’t even let me carry my bags. I allowed him to lead me. The jet wasn’t what I expected, but it was clearly the sign of wealth. I haven’t seen anything that looked more expensive than this.

This didn’t look like something they would send to pick up even the more premium of students. So why me?

Once inside, I was offered champagne, and asked what I wanted to eat. I said nothing, just feeling a bit of shock.

My sister’s words flashed through my mind.

‘They wouldn’t let me leave since the moment I set my foot on the island.’

My body was tensed as hell. What if I can never leave? Being on the plane brought all my doubts full forward. My goddess, what if I'm stuck on there?

I shook my head. This is just the grief talking. And even if it wasn’t, I won't back down. I’m never the type to quit.

If I want something, I go for it. I double checked again to see my scent was right, the flowery smell that was matched my sister.

Pulling my legs up, I tried to think about how to keep my anger in check. What can I think of that would stop me from attacking those guys the very second I saw them?

The answer came when the pilot announced that we would be landing soon. I had eaten nothing, drank nothing, and didn’t sleep. The flight was ten hours. Where the f**k is this island located again? Right, somewhere in the middle of the pacific.

My heart squeezed tight, and I shuddered. What the hell?

The air shifted around me, carrying a scent that stirred something primal within my soul. A shiver ran down my spine, electrifying every nerve ending as if a magnetic force drew me closer. It was as though a piece of me, an integral part of my very essence, resonated in harmony with the presence I felt.

But this was different. It was divided, fragmented into five distinct pulses, each one resonating with a unique cadence. It was like feeling a heartbeat, but multiplied, the rhythm of life echoing in harmonious disarray.

I closed my eyes, trying to fathom this inexplicable sensation. The energy was powerful, swirling around me like a tempestuous storm, but somehow controlled, guided by an unseen hand. It was as if fate itself had woven this intricate tapestry, binding us together in ways I couldn't yet comprehend.

I couldn't help but wonder, why did this feeling manifest as if it emanated from five separate entities? How could something so singular, so intimate, be splintered into such a complex symphony? It was a mystery that both intrigued and unsettled me, leaving me to ponder the depths of the connection that bound us all.

Once the plane landed, I rushed up to my feet and made my way to the door where an air hostess was waiting for me.

I took the first step out and came to a blinding stop as five pair of eyes shot my way. We engaged in prolonged eye contact. Feeling the transcending sparks of a mating bond. One of them suddenly smirked, took a step forward and said;

“Welcome to The Inferno Peak Academy.”

Believe it or not, I'd never heard anything more terrifying. The feeling that had confused me made sense now. Of all the times I could find my mate…. It had to be now. And it wasn’t even one person… it was all five of the very same men who might have driven my sister to her death.