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Guilt bubbles in my core, but I refuse to let it show.
Regardless of what happened, they still lied. They still kept this from me for far too long.
Beau shakes his head, and I have a feeling it’s worse than I could have imagined.
“Things you should never say to someone you love,” he whispers.
A wave of nausea hits me.
“I don’t remember,” I say. “I truly don’t.”
Even though they are the ones that kept the secret, I want to apologize to them.
Realization dawns on me.
“So, that’s why you were so cruel to me those first days,” I say to James, then turn to Grey. “And why you were so cold.”
“You were gone for almost two years, Princess,” James says. “And then you showed up with a new name and enough drugs in your system to be a Beta. It was like you were hell bent on torturing us.”
I can’t breathe. The room spins, and I think I’m going to faint.
“You kept this from me,” I whisper, leaning against the wall for support.
They stay silent.
“What was the plan?” I demand, my voice cracking. “Have me fall in love with you all over again, and watch me try to put my life back together without the knowledge you have of who I was?”
It wouldn’t have been that bad, my inner Omega says.
They did it to protect us.
I shake her away.
“If that was the only way I could have you again, I was willing to do it,” Grey admits. “But we quickly realized it wasn’t right.”
“We were planning on telling you tonight,” James adds.
“Right,” I scoff, looking at the sketchbook in my hands. “Well, it looks like you have impeccable timing.”
I’m a mixture of guilt and anger, hurt and anxiety.
I want to believe them that this is all they were and that there are no more secrets.
That the mysteries are finally solved.
“Who’s the fourth owner of theAurora Inn?” I demand. “Since we’re putting everything out in the open. And who is the designer you used to work with?”
Please don’t say another Omega,I think wildly.
James tilts his head. “You,” he says softly. “This is our house.”
I need air.
This is too much to process.
But they continue to talk as if they didn’t just drop a massive bomb on me.
“You grew up in the foster system, too,” Beau adds softly. “You were the one that taught me how to garden. Not a random book.”
