The Fake Omega and Her Quintuplet Mates

007- A Drunken Decision

{♦Aphrodite Malhotra♦}

I don’t know how I convinced this guy to sit with me, but he did. There was a mini fridge in the room, and in it were more drinks. Not just beers, canned tequila, and some other alcohol that I didn't know. We knocked our drinks together and cheered.

“So, what’s your name? I keep forgetting to ask your fans.” I wiggled my eyebrows.

His amethyst eyes analyzed me, and for a moment he said nothing then he responded. “Anubis.”

“Like the … oh my god, did your father have some obsession with Egyptian gods.”

Anubis cackled and took more gulps of the canned drink. “Yeah, my brothers are all named after some Greek god. Hapi, Cairo- named after the city, Ra, Sobek, and Anubis. My father is Pharaoh, and my mother’s name is Nefertari.”

He’s open and honest, I appreciate that. He's going to be my way into the circle of the Nileborns.

Letting myself slip into the character of the interested girl. It’s not really a character, I do want to know about the Nileborns. So I can tear them down once I have my answers.

Anubis, much like his brothers, left my heart struggling to slow down. I want these men, sexually of course. But I will restrain myself. I need to find Clion.

I need to remember what they did.

I told myself not to get lost in his eyes, they were begging me for something. I reminded myself that they tormented my sister. No matter how sweet he looked, Anubis had been a part of my sister’s nightmare.

I watched him from the bed.

“Wow, and your fraternity is called the gods of Egypt?” I tossed my head back laughing hysterically. “Whoa, your family is definitely something.”

“Yeah, but this coming from the girl who’s named after a Greek goddess…” Anubis let the sentence end itself, a cheeky blush spread across his face, and I watched him finish his drink. I downed mine too, and he replaced it with another.

“Okay, fair point. I see the hypocrisy. But hey, my name is sweet and it almost matches me.” I'm not sweet, but the name is.

He shook his head. “No, my name matches me... In ways, I won't be able to explain. Your name doesn’t.”

I looked at him, my eyes narrowing playfully. "And what's that supposed to mean?" I asked, a mischievous grin dancing on my lips.

He chuckled, his gaze meeting mine with a warmth that made my heart flutter. Well, it’s obvious I can’t count on it, thankfully my brain is still on track.

"Well, you see," he began, his voice smooth and measured, "Aphrodite, the goddess, was known for her unparalleled beauty and charm. But you, Aphrodite, you possess a beauty that goes beyond the surface. It's in the way you light up with your laughter, and in the strength that lies within you. It's in the mystery that tells me your beauty is hiding your true nature."

I felt my cheeks grow warm, a blush creeping up despite my best efforts. His words were a tender caress to my heart, a compliment that reached far deeper than mere appearance. "You have a way with words," I admitted, my voice soft. That was one hell of a compliment. I chose that name for myself when I was a slave. I was asked to drop my real name and pick something else, so I went with this. And it hasn’t changed throughout all of my lives. My old name was different.

It was the last thing that I thought would be mine but it was stripped away. So I gave myself one. I thought at the time, it was the one thing I wanted to own. The choice of what my name should be. The king of vampires had laughed in my face but he let me keep it.

Anubis smiled, a twinkle in his eyes. "Only because I speak the truth, and I might be a little tipsy. I don’t drink very often and tequila gets me drunk really quickly.”

“Aww, that sucks,” I murmured, but it's not that easy to get drunk. There are some alcohols that knock me faster, tequila ain't one of them.

He gave me a light smack on the thigh, I bit my lip to keep from giggling. Seriously, why the hell am I getting distracted by this guy? I should be asking important questions. I just need him to be a little bit more drunk so he won’t be able to say no to my questions.

I crossed my legs. “Let’s play a game. A quick way to get to know each other more. 20 questions.”

“Okay, let’s do it. And we’ll drink more as we play.”

I nodded and told him to go first.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Oh, what a question.

“Nope. never had one, guys are…” scared because I’m crazy strong? No, I can't say that. Having a boyfriend would mean trusting someone to like every aspect of me, which I know is impossible. Hence I hoped my mate would. Because they wouldn't have a choice. And Anubis was waiting for me to finish my sentence. I need to say something that wouldn’t expose me. “I’m not exactly your average omega. I have issues~” I waved my hands up and down.

“Yeah, you’re right. You aren’t like the other werewolf omegas that I've met. I don’t know if that’s good. But I like that.”

I am not weak to my emotions, but I found myself soaking up that compliment.

“So you like me?”

Anubis’s eyes widened, and he quickly corrected himself. “I mean I like the way you are. Like yourself… Physically? ugh, I’m not good at this.”

“I’m not either, relax. We’re just two people trying to get to know each other.” One of us has ulterior motives.

After a few more drinks, and questions, Anubis was the right kind of drunk. He was leaning his head against my left thigh, running his hands up and down my leg.

Spreading a warm feeling up my body.

“Here’s a fun question, what happened to Clion Malhotra?” I ran my fingers through his raven black hair, medium length, falling in gentle waves across his face. His tousled hair frames his face in a way that draws attention to his perceptive eyes, and cheekbones.

“Mhm…. Clion Malhotra…. Uh, my father says I'm not allowed to tell.”

“Why?”

“No one questions Pharaoh. We just do what he says.”

“What? There’s no way. You don’t rebel, you-”

“No one goes against him." He stated more firmly. "No one goes against Pharoah,” he repeated like he was preprogrammed to respond that way.

I furrowed my eyebrows. This isn't normal, right? “Anubis, what happened two months ago?”

He mumbled for a second, then he stopped. For a drunk person, Anubis spoke clearly. “People did bad things to her, but there was one person on her side. Nicholas McClaren. Your sister’s little boyfriend.” he said mockingly. “Unlike you, Clion has a knack for things that are bad for her. It’s like she didn’t understand that some people are just bad.”

I tightened my grip on his hair as a triggered response, but Anubis didn’t move. He was still rubbing my thighs. I mulled over his words. Clion had a boyfriend, but that wasn’t in her text. Perhaps it was in her diaries. but throughout this week I haven’t had the chance to go through them.

Why didn’t she add that to her text?

Never mind that, they still pushed her to kill herself. Pharaoh is the narcissist who runs this whole s**t show, I'm sure of it. I only have speculation, but proof is sure to come. The way Anubis spoke about his father made me think he was more of a dictator than a parental figure. I have to meet this man.

But how? I can't just walk into his office. I doubt I can schedule an appointment.

“Come on, I need to get going.” I tapped Anubis after a few more minutes went by.

“Stay with me. This room doesn’t have an owner, just stay.”

I should have said no, but I convinced myself that there was no reason for me to worry. I helped Anubis to his feet, and we awkwardly slid onto the bed. I kicked off my shoes, and he did the same.

I made a silent plan to sneak off the second he fell asleep.

I shivered at a sensation of warmth enveloping me, a cocoon of safety that felt foreign yet undeniably right. Anubis. His name flickered in the recesses of my mind, a whispered promise of something new, something uncharted, something forbidden. The room was still bathed in the gentle glow of dawn, casting a soft, golden hue that danced along the edges of my vision.

My body, once tense with the unfamiliarity of his proximity, now molded effortlessly against him. His arms, strong and sure, cradled me as if I belonged there, as if I was something precious he had been guarding for centuries. The steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek provided a rhythm, a lullaby that serenaded me into the realm of dreams.

I marveled at the intimacy of it all, the raw vulnerability that came with letting another person so close. Anubis, a figure once shrouded in mystery, now held me with a tenderness that spoke of a deeper connection. It was like my hazy mind was forgetting that this guy was a horror show to my sister. His breath, warm against my skin, whispered secrets that only the night dared to share.

As sleep began to claim me once more, I clung to this moment, to the unfamiliar comfort that felt like a revelation. This was uncharted territory, a page unturned in the story of my life. With each heartbeat, I surrendered a little more, allowing the walls I had built to crumble in the quiet sanctuary of his arms.

Morning came like a hesitant visitor, nudging me from the embrace of slumber. The room, once bathed in dawn's soft glow, now beamed with a radiant morning light. And Anubis, still and serene, held me as if I were the last fragment of a forgotten dream he was desperate to keep.

I shifted, the intimacy of the moment now etched into my memory. As I gazed at his peaceful visage, I realized that sometimes, in the stillness of a shared breath, in the gentle cadence of a heartbeat, you find a connection that transcends the boundaries of the known world. And in that moment, it felt like Anubis and I were bound by something more powerful than fate.

Now that was scary, so I had to hurry away. He was asleep so I wrote a note, left my phone number in it, and shoved it into his pocket.

This isn't the basic pull of mates.... is it? What has the goddess done to me?

I stopped with my fingers close to the doorknob, I turned back to his sleeping form and pictured all of Clion’s injuries, and his confession that he and his brothers had done bad things to her. My revenge is still in full force. I don’t think anything will change that for me.

He can be as sweet as he wants, but once I find the truth, I'm pulling through with my plans.

I grabbed my boots and softly closed the door. Sneaking out of a frat house can be checked off my non-existent bucket list. I feel like I'm making the walk of shame.

As long as no one sees me, it won’t be a walk of shame. Why did I stay the night? Aphrodite, you’re not an i***t. Hot or not, mate or not, that guy is a jerk. Remember that. A jerk that holds you like his prized possession.

Fuck-

Oh god.

I came to a halt, my eyes locked on the figure that was climbing up the stairs. This… if I’m guessing right, is the guy that I saw in that classroom right before that girl was about to tell me something. She, by the way, had disappeared. I couldn’t find her or the guy that had been with her. So there was no way to find out who wanted to send me a message, or what was in that syringe.

That same guy who had cut her off was staring at me with astonishment.

If I had to take a guess, he was Cairo. The description fits. I already heard about him from the sorority girls. They freaking love him, and now I have to deal with this embarrassing situation.

“Walk of shame, goddess?”

Instead of answering, I just moved to the side and ran out of the house.