Chapter 38: The Wedding Arc: One
Theresa walked into the bridal shop with Lacy behind her. They were there to look at dresses. The wedding was going to be in eight weeks so the process and everything that needed to be done started to take form.
Lacy walked to the counter and rested on it while Theresa began to browse around looking at price tags. When it came to dresses, it was the Alpha’s sire that chose the dress for the Omega.
The Beta behind the counter smiled at Lacy. "I’m sure whatever dress you buy will look beautiful on you," she said.
Lacy gave a small smile and started to look through the photo album the clerk gave her. She walked to a nearby couch over by the window and sat down. For a moment, the light sun rays coming through the window warmed her face although, it was all a farce. It was still rather cold outside.
She took her gloves off and began to go page by page looking for a dress she thought would go with her natural look.
Theresa walked to her with her hands in her pockets sitting down next to her. She was close to the Omega and as the Beta watched from afar, she thought the Alpha was a bit too close to the Omega.
The Alpha’s fingers slightly guided over Lacy’s with the two working together to view through the book. Lacy began to rub Theresa’s groin, feeling her member come alive through her gray slacks.
"Do you see anything you want to try on?" Theresa whispered into Lacy’s ear.
The Omega shook her head and closed the book. "No, nothing really stood out to me." She got up and took the book back to the counter.
Theresa met up with her at one of the racks, rubbing herself on Lacy’s behind. The Alpha pulled a dress off the rack and guided Lacy to the changing rooms. The Beta did her best to keep her eyes on other customers who were walking in, such as couples or Alphas.
Theresa slid herself into Lacy inside the changing room. She held the Omega by her waist and began to slowly thrust into her, moaning into her ear. "I wish I was the one marrying you," Theresa said.
Lacy laughed, holding her shirt up as she felt the Alpha grab at her breast and pull at her nipples.
Clip!
Samantha lit a rag on fire that was inside of a bottle with gas in it. She threw it at the Alpha’s house where Sune Joon lived. Once the bottle broke through the window, they heard it crash onto the hard floor.
The twins were wearing all black including ski masks. They watched the flames over take the house until they decided to leave. The two of them walked down the street toward the end where they then turned into a back alley. That back alley took them to their car that was parked in an abandoned parking lot.
They got into the car and took their ski mask off. It was Samantha who sent their mother and father the test of the house being burnt down.
Theresa read the text and placed her phone to the side. She got more comfortable on the bed as she stroked her son’s hair. She ran her fingers through it and hummed to him, singing songs she hadn’t sung since he were a child.
His bruises were beginning to heal, her hands slightly brushed the locations of it, making Sune Joon shudder in her arms.
Donald watched his wife from in the hallway, he took a sip from his wine glass where red wine was poured into it.
He never liked their relationship. It seemed too close to him, too taboo and he was afraid of what she would say if he were to ask her.
Her eyes caught his and Donald nodded at Theresa who nodded back. She looked back down at Sune Joon, slightly touching his face.
"You like that girl," he said.
"What girl?"
"Lacy...I smell her all over you. You mate with her when she’s taken," he whispered.
Theresa smirked. Sune Joon was always so good at smelling what was on others while his sisters were so focused on their own world that they never noticed.
"Are you jealous?" Theresa asked.
Sune Joon shot up from Theresa’s lap. "You’re mine sire, that’s disgusting."
Theresa just laughed.
Later that evening when Theresa got out the shower, Donald was already in bed reading a book. Theresa threw the lotion bottle to him which he caught. She crawled onto the bed, naked and laid down on her stomach.
Donald got up and squirted the lotion on her back and began to massage her. He lowered his head and kissed her neck, her broad shoulders, and the nape in her back.
He took his time massaging each of her limbs: arms, legs, neck, torso. Then when she flipped over on her back, he began to massage her collarbones, her breast, her stomach...her clit.
His hands were delicate as they slid up and down her slit. He had only been inside of her once which was when she got pregnant and gave birth to the twins. It was also why her breast were bigger than the average Alpha female.
Donald’s index finger ran itself up and down her cunt, he watched her clit transform from a small little bud to the shaft and head becoming filled with her blood.
It stood erect with a slight curve. He kissed it then pulled the clitoral hood down to expose more of the head.
"Theresa..." he called.
"Yes."
He needed a moment to ask this question. "Have you done anything with Sune Joon?"
"Yes..."
Donald quickly got off the bed, breathing hard, practically having a panic attack. He slammed himself into the door. He walked back to her, watching her sit up.
"How old was he?"
Theresa kept her head down now that she was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"HOW OLD WAS HE?!"
"Do you ever wonder how many people your mother raped?" Tyler asked Sasha. They were snuggling up to one another after Sasha got home from practice. Her first game would be next year in March but already she was a hot topic on the internet. There was even a new sub raddit about her on a social site called Raddit. Majority of the post were just Omegas and Betas saying how hot she was even Tyler who went by the user name Barerof5.
Sasha began to count on her fingers. "Sune Joon is one, I know-"
"Wait, what!" Tyler said getting up.
Sasha nodded her head. "That’s when things went to shit with her and me, I walked in on her in his room. I was fourteen. He was crying and screaming and daddy wasn’t there." Her voice was soft as she thought back to those trauma filled days. "I remember running to my room and getting my baseball bat. I hit her in the head..." She paused. "She was so angry...she ran to me and beat me so bad, I was seeing stars...she...she went back into his room and I heard him screaming again. It was so loud...he was in so much pain..."
Tyler held his knees to his chest, almost in tears.
"She apologized to him and its like...he forgave her or something. After that day, she spoiled him rotten giving him anything and everything. Treating him like a baby, calling him her prince. And its...like...he totally forgot, scrubbed from his mind what she did to him...I didn’t forget and I hated her since."
"Does your dad know?"
"No..."
"Salmon and Samantha...?"
Sasha shook her head.
Dissociative amnesia. When something so bad happened to someone that the only way they could process it was for them to completely forget about it. Sasha knew that was what happened to her younger brother who was only thirteen at the time, who had just experienced his first heat, and to have someone who was suppose to take care of him, hurt him in the worst possible way. Of course, he would rather forget.
Sune Joon packed his clothes and left in an Buber to Cameran’s house. He loved his family but being in that house made him think something was wrong. There was an energy he felt that he wasn’t safe in that house especially in his room. He felt...he felt something bad happened in that room.
He sat in the back seat of the Buber and wiped a tear away. He was just cursed like that. Something horrible was forever happening to him, he couldn’t just have peace.
Whatever bad thing happened in his room, he didn’t want to think about it, he didn’t want to know. It was in the past whatever it was and he definitely didn’t want it to affect how he saw his mother. Theresa was the perfect image of an Alpha, she would never harm him.
Another tear fell down his face, ignoring the question from the Beta driver about where his escort was. Even if his mother did harm him...he didn’t want to know about it. Didn’t want to remember.