Chapter 3: Gold POV

Waking up I was in the living room I had been in before leaving my bedroom, “what the fuck,” I said to myself as I tried to get up from the floor, my body felt like I had been hit by a table, groaning the door to the living room opens and one Omega looked at me in a wired way.

Pointing with her finger she says, “Silver the fuck you think you are doing? You were supposed to be in the meeting room, Catherina has been looking for you, you are late.” She starts to laugh at me, “Don’t worry I’ll tell her what a good worker you have been, you might even learn a lesson about being a two-goody shoe,” she walked away.

I was confused about how I got here, after the small little tension between the omega and I had thrown her yesterday against the wall for just pissing me off, who the fuck do these omegas think they do not answer to their Luna, it was just way too much I know I went straight back to my bedroom because I was tired of fighting, today was a very eventful day, and after a wired ass dream, I was finally all free from the stress I had felt in my body. It all had left me, so how is it that I feel like got run over by a truck? Opening my eyes I search my surroundings to see I am back in this room on the first floor, wait for a second I’m literally in the same place that Omega was laying last night.

That omega, I swear I just said her name, what was her name? I had asked her before I left, and her name came to mind, and there my expression changed from confusion to fear, that dream where that woman was holding that bad acting omega, it can’t be, no it’s just a dream, dreams don’t turn people the opposite because of a little girl tantrum, I get up thinking it was just a dream, that I must have pictured that I had left. Wait until that low-life omega is in front of me, I’ll teach her how to obey her Luna.

Putting my hands on my chest to get up I see my skin tone is not olive cream but tan, my eyes grow as they resemble that omegas tone, “no,” I said in a hushed tone. The doors where that omega had come through open again to reveal Stan, why was he here Stan looks at me with annoyance, I blinked in confusion, what the hell did I miss? When He commanded me, “You were the omega that’s was with my Luna last night, and had an attack right? Get up and go to her, make sure your Luna doesn’t feel she is held responsible for something she didn’t do wrong. Know she didn’t mean anything bad it’s just not a good time for your Luna is all.” He told me but what he said didn’t make sense, I’m not an omega.

Getting on my knees I was about to reply when that same omega throws an apron at me, “You heard our Alpha, get your lazy butt up, go to our Luna, or what do you still want to be that Marcela?” I stayed shocked, she was insulting me for my name, what I’m the hell is going on. Stan wasn’t in a good mood, amd I didn’t want to add gasoline to this. Putting the apron on I think quickly towards the nearest public bathroom, I walk towards the one on the second-floor hallway, entering the full mirror on the wall and I almost screamed but my voice was stuck, I wasn’t in my body. I was in that Silver omegas body.

“How?” Was my only question, what the fuck had happened to me, to my fearful surprise the door of the bathroom swung open revealing Alpha Stan in pure rage, he takes me by my hand pulling me towards our room, opening the door that omega in my body screams her lungs out, my ears were ringing from the volume of her lungs, well my lungs.

This was so confusing. Stan was holding onto my hand tightly, I had zero idea why he wanted me here but only one way to find out, the words I had to say were going to taste like shit but I had no other choice.

“Luna Marcela, is everything alright? Or would you like some privacy with me again?” I swear if this is how horse shit tastes just let me have that instead, disgusting to call someone what they aren’t. Marcela had a last name that was completely contrary to our shared name, what was it again, Smith? I can’t believe I can’t remember her last name, but she stayed quiet the entire time, oh my fucking goddess talk you, moron!

Stan cleared his throat to take our attention then spoke softly to her, “Marcy, I need to go but please tell me what is going on or talk to this omega I’m sending Misha soon okay? I won’t touch you but I need you to see the doctor today, please?” He sounded so sweet to her, was it just my imagination or was he behaving like he had struck gold? Gold, wait my last name and hers was, Silver. That’s it!

“Oh, okay I, um. Good.” Silver replied, it was now or never that I could make this work, “Luna Gold, if I may call you that, we agreed on that change last night because it was a bit confusing,” I said as kindly as possible when she snapped at me, “so? I’m called Marcela, call yourself Silver. I’ll be fine with that Omega.” Stan dropped my hand and I started to rub my hands, when I saw Stan try to go near her she flinched, Stan just stayed still and then said, “I would never hurt you, I swear I would never hurt you, I will be back after my reunion with my team alright?” She nodded one’s, Stan didn’t even acknowledge me, he simply left.

Once the doors closed I started, “Link Misha and tell her you just want time alone you’ll talk to her later or have her do double duty with her mate,” Silver looked at me with fear but her eyes glazed as she tried to do the mind link a knock was heard on the door, “Luna your visitor,” she snapped at me as if it was me talking, “oh for crying out loud get out! I tried asking you to not be here! Go back to your mate!” I heard Misha growl pretty sure she was flicking me off on the other side of the door, but she won’t feel that hurt just annoyed that she is being told different orders from left to right.

Ones we are fully alone, I went to get my less likable clothes, if this girl was in my body I will freaking wear what annoys the living fuck out of me, walking she talks, “Is Alpha Stan always that kind-hearted?” I opened the closet to pick my cream baggy dress that looks like a freaking potato dress, “when he knows he fucked up, yes” Taking the dress out I almost dropped it when she replied, “Do you always feel those sparks?” My eyes grew, as my heart rate speeded, “what did you just say?” I asked her a bit harshly, she is feeling sparks? As in the mate bond sparks!

“Marcela,” I place my hand on the bridge of my nose as I try to explain this, “this secret can’t leave this room, actually I take that back, nothing we talk in this room or anywhere alone can you freaking talk to anyone about any of this, okay?” Silver did the most disgusting thing next. She took her left hand and then spits on it, “you do this too, and not a word will leave my lips or my mind links” she tells me with determination in her words. Seeing I had no other way but to do as she did, I did the same but got bad goosebumps, she smacked on my hand with her spit in it, and we shook hands.

My eyes were closed as I’m sure my entire face looked like I just swallowed pure lemon juice, “okay I won’t say a word,” she removed her hand from mine, I simply moved myself to the bathroom, I freaking refuse to continue any type of conversation with this mixed spit, after I had washed with just water I stepped outside to see her wearing the dress, good. I couldn’t get myself to feel like I used to but she will have to look horrible to keep me feeling good.“Now that all the gross stuff is out of the way. You need to know the story behind why I do have not one of the symptoms of a mate bond with Alpha Stan,” I started my conversation with her honesty.