Chapter 75 Different Worlds
ANGELICA'S POV
What are you thinking about? My inner voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I shook my head.
I was thinking about the twins’ sister who had stayed dead for so long and returned only now. Didn't the alphas say they had organized a funeral for her themselves? Did they arrange it without an actual body?
I shook my head when I heard some noise from downstairs and grabbed my jacket before stepping out of the room.
With a big smile because I was excited to meet the woman who was the only family to my mates, my so-called alphas…
I smirked at the thought…it was a little cringe when I said it like that. It gave me a little pick-me vibe, as if they would appear before me, and I'll turn into a kitten who will meow only for them.
And wouldn't you? My inner voice asked coyly, and I blushed at her words.
Why? Because I will. Definitely.
My gaze fell on the back of the woman who was already seated on the couch, and I looked at Dylan, who smiled my way.
“Sister, we are honored to introduce our mate to you. Angelica Royal,” Dylan said.
I walked over to the lady, who looked much cleaner and better than when I first saw her in the mall.
“It's my pleasure.” I extended my hand with a smile.
“Ronaldo's daughter, aren't you?” She asked, a weird glint crossing her eyes that disappeared as soon as it appeared, and I would've definitely missed it if I wasn't looking at her so observantly because of what my inner voice said.
“He is my stepdad, yes,” I said.
“Don't worry. I don't blame him for rejecting me back then,” Felicia said, and I looked at her gratefully.
I was about to continue the conversation, obviously on a different topic, when Ericson approached me, his expression still apologetic.
“What would you like to eat?” He asked.
I didn't reply immediately. I didn't want to. For once, I wanted to throw a tantrum. And Dylan could probably feel it because in the next moment, he walked to me and placed his hand on my shoulders comfortingly.
“You know what she likes. Why are you asking?” Dylan asked.
Ericson looked at me briefly and was about to leave when Felicia interrupted.
“Why are you cooking? Does she not know how to cook?” Felicia asked.
‘Bitch’ My inner voice immediately chimed in, and I nearly coughed at the words.
“I know only to survive,” I replied without hesitation.
I wasn't ashamed of saying that. I knew how to cook, but I definitely wasn't good at the fancy dishes Ericson could. It was like, I would starve to death, but I wouldn't prefer cooking if there were other options available.
“She doesn't need to,” Ericson said, looking at me longingly.
I looked down, feeling my anger already dissolving from his gaze.
“That's not a good thing. She is a human. She already lacks in many matters and doesn't fit the criteria to be a Luna. And now she doesn't cook. What is she good at? Is she useful for anything apart from spreading her—” Felicia stopped talking at the last minute, but I knew exactly what she wanted to say.
‘Told you. This bitch is trouble.’ My inner voice repeated it, and it really felt like she had heard this word recently and couldn't stop using it.
“What are you talking about, sister? She is our mate, our fated chosen one, not our maid. She is here to love us, to prosper us, and to make our wolves feel at home. What does she need to do for that? She can just stay here, and we are already blessed to have her,” Ericson said.
Dylan nodded and added a few more words, all the while I observed Felicia’s expression turn multiple times.
I was starting to feel a little weird.
“Relax, guys. I was just kidding. I just wanted to see if you are treating your mate right and love her enough,” Felicia chuckled lightly, and everyone eased immediately.
Me?
Not me.
I don't just relax so easily, especially not when I am getting all the wrong signals. That sentence she said didn't sound funny.
However, I didn't want to blow the matter out of proportion either.
“I'll help Ericson in the kitchen,” I smiled before walking to the kitchen.
As soon as Ericson and I were alone, he grabbed my elbow and turned me around.
“Mi vida, don't take her words seriously. I know you are hurt by what she said. She hasn't been around and doesn't know how much we love you,” Ericson said.
I looked into his pleading eyes and nodded with a smile.
“It's okay. I should help anyway,” I said before I pulled out the vegetables and started slicing them into smaller pieces.
The sound of laughter rang from the living room, and Ericson walked out of the kitchen, joining in the conversation as the pasta was boiling.
Seeing him leave when I was here for him made me feel a pang in my heart, and I don't know if I was just overreacting, but it made me feel like an outsider.
I shook my head to dissipate the thoughts. What the hell are you thinking, Angelica? That's their sister they are meeting after so many years. Are you seriously getting jealous of that?
I scolded myself before washing my hands and stirring the pot.
Once it was done, I looked out when all the voices stopped and furrowed my brows.
Where did they go? I looked around, and when I couldn't find them, I walked to the patio.
They weren't there either.
‘Hey, where are you guys?’ I tried using the mate bond link, but there was no answer from it either.
Maybe I still have a long way to go before I can use it. I sighed.
I returned to the kitchen, turned the stove off, and walked straight to our room.
As I sat in my bed, my gaze fell on the photo frame that contained the photo of us three, and I couldn't help but smile.
‘Are you excited about tomorrow?’ My inner voice asked when I started sorting my clothes because I didn't have anything better to do that would take my mind off things.
Excited? Was I? Well, I didn't really know what to feel about it.
After all, it would be the first time I would be coming face-to-face with my real self and embracing what powers I have without them reacting.
As I sat folding my clothes, I looked at my bangles that shone black again, and I furrowed my brows.
‘What’s happening?’ I asked my inner voice, but no reply came, and I sighed.
After not finding anything better to do, I opened the website Tiara had given me. I started reading some articles on it to enhance my knowledge of the species I am living with and of the species my mates belonged to.
I didn't know how much time had passed until my back started to feel cranky, and I stood from the bed to stretch, only to hear the same laughter from downstairs.
They were back.
I rushed downstairs, ready to scold them for leaving without telling me where they were going and leaving the food just like that, but when I saw the three of them covered in grass and mud, laughing loudly, I froze on the upper staircase.
I didn't belong here, with them. The sudden thought flashed in my mind.
“Haha, you are there, Li. You have no idea how much fun we had. It's been so long since we last ran, just the three of us and —” Dylan stopped talking suddenly.
Ericson looked towards the kitchen, where all the chopped vegetables were still neatly placed in the container and the coked broth, before he looked up.
“I didn't mean to leave it like that, Mi vida. Felicia just suggested we go for a run because we hadn't in so many years, and I couldn't—" Ericson started to explain.
“It's okay, guys. I am glad you guys had fun. Wash up,” I said with a smile before turning and walking straight to my room.
I sat on the bed, about to continue surfing, when I heard hurried footsteps and looked up to see Dylan and Ericson standing there, with guilty expressions.
“What is it?” I asked.
“We are really sorry, love. We didn't mean to make you feel neglected,” they said in sync.
“It’s okay. I was just worried because you guys don't leave without informing. I tried reaching out through this mate bond link, but I guess I have a long way to go before I'll get a hold of it,” I smiled.
They looked like they wanted to say more but just sighed and left.
Once they left, I let the smile on my face drop as tears welled in my eyes.
Not because I hated them leaving me like that, but because I felt helpless. After Felicia's comment, the stark difference between them has become more visible.
Will I really fit in their world without feeling lesser?