The Fake Omega and Her Quintuplet Mates

010- The Wrong Kind Of Attention

{~Aphrodite Malhotra~}

That kiss from last night made me take a pause in my plans.

I want to find my sister so I can get away from these guys as fast as possible, because when I woke up this morning it finally hit me. The past ten or so years of my new life I've had my plan set.

And in that plan I hoped to find a single mate, fall in love and let myself be loved, then continue on from there. I knew it wasn't going to be easy because I'm not the kind of person who gives into what her body wants, but I still liked to believe that I could do it.

It hit me this morning with a wave of sadness that I would not be able to have that. I already accepted that when I first got here, but I guess I didn’t really let myself process it.

I was much happier then. But it’s clear, my choice to have a mate- one, which is all I really wanted for this mundane life- or my sister are clearly conflicting. Clion is my family, someone who was always there for me…. It seems like an obvious answer but it does hurt me on the inside. I guess it’s better this way than me falling for these guys first then finding out their horrible misendeavours later.

Imagine, how cruel that would have been? To love someone, or some people, and then realize that they drove your sister to suicide.

I don't even think I'm capable of having a relationship with more than one person. I just.... it's too much.

I chose to skip class for the day, and instead stayed in the basement. Just letting the thoughts sink in.

Why five guys? I didn’t want the hassle of dealing with more than one mate.

A voice reminded me that I wouldn't need to worry about any of that since they were the key to finding out what happened to my sister. And only that. I am not going to be a sucker to my baser instincts.

That brought back the memory of the professor, and I still needed to talk to him. I decided to get off my mopey ass and go to the teacher’s complex and find him.

I know he hasn’t been in the school building where he teaches since I tried to talk to him. Clearly the Nileborns intercepted that. The same way they did with that girl. They're steps ahead of me.

I wore a large hoodie, and a pair of leggings before leaving the building.

The teachers were treated well. From the looks of their living space it’s no wonder they took a job on a private island.

I checked out the place, and tried to find out exactly where he stayed. Professor Nicholas ‘Nick’ McClaren. 50 years of age, built like a dung beetle, with a hairline that appears thirty seconds after he enters a room. Why would clion date such a professor?

She must have been terrified of being hated by everyone that she likely clung to him for showing her a bit of attention. He seemed nice when I saw him, he also had a wedding ring. If he played even a small part in what pushed Clion over her limit, then I need to know everything about their relationship. From how it started, to how it ended.

Speaking of people who had relationships with my sister….

I rubbed my forehead, as once again the kiss appeared in my mind. Making me want to hunt Cairo down for a repeat while simultaneously filling me with enough guilt to make me convulse.

The guilt threatened to swallow me. I could have easily escaped him, why did I give into that kiss? I even initiated it. I wish I didn't know how he tasted. It made me want to know about his brothers.

Are they all that sweet? The kiss was a mix of aggressive, primal, and f*****g hot.

Would sobek kiss me with just aggression? Like the way he looked at me made me want- argh, let’s not even mention Hapi.

Why the hell am I even thinking about this? It will never happen. I will never let it happen!

Fuck f**k f**k THE GODDESS OF THE MOON. Eat d**k you derange b***h! Does she get off on this? Putting people in miserable situations.

The one time I decide to have a normal life, and this is when she chooses to give me emotional problems? I went through three lives avoiding these intimate problems because I had other things to worry about, and then she whips me around and says- here you go, aphrodite. The highest level of boy problems. Just what you wanted.

Fucking asshole. It's like she can't understand common English. I said I wanted ONE MATE! One decent mate! Not the sons of hell.

I shook my head to clear the fog off my mind. I’m arguing with myself. I really should sleep and eat more. I might end up making a crappy decision out of sleep deprivation. My old bodies could stay awake for hours but that took years of suffering, and dedication. And when I say suffering? I mean suffering. Alright, being a slave to vampires? Worst thing every.

Being a prisoner under my fellow back stabbing lycans? Also a bloody nightmare!

I am nineteen now, for the third time, and I just wanted normalcy. I didn’t prepare myself for anything like this.

I mean, how could I? The goddess has never wronged me. She’s been on my side for as long as I've been part wolf. And then she pulls this???

You can have a mating connection to five guys- oh did I forget to mention they probably drove your sister to suicide?! And even if they didn’t do that, they hurt her so bad that she was probably disfigured!!

I pressed my hands against the wall of the building, and lurched over. Vomiting. My stomach clenched, and my body shook. f**k. I shouldn't have drank last night.

Fuck me. And it past noon. I have had nothing to eat.

What the hell am i doing to myself?

Is this what grief truly feels like? Because it sucks. I hate it. I hate the feeling of weakness, I hate that I don't know what I'm going to do. I hate hate hate the position I’m in. And for once, I need comfort. I need someone to offer me advice. Tell me what to do.

Emotional problems are not my thing. And even if it was, I'd only be better at offering solutions to people.

Thunder sounded through the clouds with a heavy clap, and I wiped my mouth. My head tipped back, and I glared.

It could just be the foreshadowing of a heavy storm, or the goddess responding to me. If it’s the latter, f**k that pompous b***h.

I groaned, and turned away from the building. I was making my way back to the main doors when I spotted a teacher coming back from a jog. She waved to me, and smiled.

My opportunity was here.

I hurried up to stop her before she entered the building.

“Hi, I'm waiting for a teacher. Mr McClaren, but he’s late. Do you think you could let me in? What am I saying? I don’t even know which flat is his. I should just go.” I muttered an apology to her, and move to leave when she reached out to grab my hand.

“Look, nick has a lot of female students who come to see him, and if you still want… I can show you where he stays. But if you want some advice, I can take tell you what I tell every girl who come here looking for him.” she seemed genuinely disturbed, and worried.

This confused me, but I hid that emotion.

“Can we talk in your apartment? I’m feeling under the weather. Too much alcohol the night before.”

She hummed in understanding. “Okay, come on up.”

She was very polite, and she let me into the building with her keycard. And led me towards the elevator. Where we made our way to the fifth floor.

“I live there. And down there is nick’s apartment. I haven’t seen him in a week. But come on in, let me make you some tea and then if you still wanna go through with it meeting him… then that’s cool.”

She didn’t sound like she believed it. I wanted to tell her to forget the tea, but that would have raised suspicions.

I reluctantly went into her apartment, and she told me to take a seat in the living room. I glanced around while she went to make tea. The first thing that stood out to me was the plants she had all around her apartment. They were wolf’s bane. Why would a witch keep werewolf killing plants around?

She had no photos, nothing but plants and white furniture. White walls, and hardwood floors. I’m not obsessed with decor but even I know I shouldn't be here. Her home was unwelcoming to wolves. I listened to her working around the kitchen, and got up.

Whoever this teacher is, I don't think I have to worry about her for now but I get what Clion meant in her text about being one of six wolves.

And it’s also something I should have noticed. There are no wolves on campus. I’ve been here for two weeks, I haven't run into another one.

It’s like I'm the only one, isn’t that strange?

This school is the second biggest in the world. And it’s climbed the charts as the best ivy league. So why in the f**k aren’t there much wolves here? There isn’t an obvious restriction. Or forward hate against my kind.

The kitchen was thankfully on the other end of the room, I could leave without her seeing me. I was quiet as I made my way out.

As I stepped through the door, I heard her say something. Well she didn’t know that I could hear her.

“These werewolves and their digusting scent. I hope the plants weed it out, and i can just dump her outside McClaren’s door like the last one.”

I folded that little note of information into my mind. I didn’t even catch her name. I won’t make that mistake again.

I softly closed the door, and hurried over to the other professor’s door. I crouched, forced out a claw, and shoved it into the keyhole. Wiggling it around until a small clicking rings back into my ears.

I swiftly duck into the apartment, close it behind me.

My nose instantly twitches as the scent of raw, decaying flesh hits my nose. What the hell happened?

I moved away from the door, careful not to touch anything. I quickly changed my scent, fading it into the female professor I’d just avoided so this couldn’t track back to me. Once that was secured, I followed it up the stench into the bedroom. And the second the doors came open, a swarm of flies flew at me. I would have been phased if I hadn’t seen enough dead bodies in my lifetime.

I waved my hands to push them away so I could see the source of the smell.

“Oh come on.” I said loudly. My stomach grumbles. The stench isn’t helping me. I walked over to the bed where the professor is laid out with his stomach torn open and a note stuck in it. I don’t bother touching the note.

I bent just a bit to read it.

I know what you want. I’m steps ahead of you.

No names, or any symbol. But I know it's the Nileborns. Who else?

Someone killed the professor, and there’s no one who can do anything about it simply because he’s on a private island. If Clion hadn’t sent me that worrying text, and someone else had her phone and they kept texting me like they were her I would have been in the dark until the year I expected her to graduate.

That’s probably why the school is only accessible through planes and jet. And everyone would know when someone is coming onto the island. They’d hear the sound of the planes.

There’s no sneaking on here without Pharaoh’s knowledge.

Anubis did say no one goes against their father. Did Clion and this professor offend Pharaoh? I need to get into that family. I need them to trust me. Then I need to use their trust to uncover what really happened.

I picked up a piece of cloth from his closet, and searched for something that might give me a clue.

There was nothing. Like everything was cleared from his drawers. This is f*****g weird.

I know I can't leave through the door, so I crawled out the window. After glancing around. I jumped off, and a wave of dizziness hit me before I reached the ground.

I landed on my back, and groaned.

That hurt. f**k that definitely hurt. I smacked my neck, as I felt something bite me. I pulled my hand back to see a dead fly. What kind of fly bites? And what kind of fly bleeds red?

I struggled to get up, shaking my head. Yeah that’s no ordinary fly.

I started walking, and my instincts were telling me to activate my healing. I brushed the dead bug off my fingers and only made it to a nearby park before I realized my mistake. I didn’t check how the teacher had died. Clearly, those flies had a part in it.

My body healed without my permission, clearly making the decision for me. I slumped up against a tree, and looked up.

Carnivorous flies. No ties to anyone. No physical weaponry. It was like he died to nature’s creatures. No one would be able to jail any of the Nileborns if they had a role in it. They’re smarter than I expected.

I was there for who knows how long when I heard chatting. Three distinct voices made their way to the park.

“- that’s why I go to parties. It’s like my drug that makes me forget where I am.”

“I would argue with that if you didn’t somehow sneak a kiss from that girl. I’m honestly impressed.”

“Maybe she’s just easy.”

Nileborn brothers. Three of them. And from what I can hear it’s Ra, Hapi, and f*****g Cairo. s**t.

“She’s definitely not easy. This bruise on my lip says so. And the ice I had to keep on my balls all night would say that girl ain’t easy at all." Cairo sounded pissed. “I need to return the favor. Girls would kill to kiss me. How dare she run from me?”

“And you’ll return the favor how? By kicking her balls?” Hapi snorted, and Ra laughed too loud. It caused my ears to hurt.

“f**k you- oh oh oh oh. Would you look at that? Our luck has changed brothers. Aphrodite is out here to play.”

I didn’t look at them. I don’t have to look up to know that they spotted me. I gritted my teeth, and sank them into my bottom lip.

Fuck. I really just wanted a relaxed day.

Where did I go wrong?