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Aprils POV

I am in complete and utter shock. This cannot be true; it must be some sort of joke or something.

"This is a really bad time to be joking Dad," I say after a couple of minutes of uncomfortable silence had passed.

"I wish I was joking but sadly none of what I have said is a joke or a lie," Dad says, his tone low and sad.

How could that be? That would mean that they have been lying to me for eighteen years; my entire existence has been a lie.

"Mom please tell me it's not true," I plead.

"I would be lying if I did that April," She says.

I scream at the top of my lungs, but the pain only increases. I feel abandoned, betrayed, and broken.

What did I do to deserve all this?

First, I'm rejected.

Second, I am to be made an omega.

Third, I am losing my parents, sorry my adoptive parents but nonetheless my parents.

And now I find out that my parents abandoned me; well, from the story Dad told, they seem to have done it to keep me safe.

Could this get any worse?

This is all too much to handle all at once; I feel so damn overwhelmed by everything.

Damn, Can I catch a fucking break?

"April, we love you and you will always be our daughter. Just because you don't have our blood running in your veins doesn't change the fact that you are our baby," my Dad says while pulling me into a hug, and Mum joins in, too.

This causes me to tear up. To be so loved by people whose DNA I did not even carry was such a beautiful gift. Despite everything that had happened, the Moon Goddess had blessed me with the best guardians.

Guardians? That felt wrong to even think. It left a bitter taste.

Fuck that! They were my parents, and the rest didn't matter. They had raised and been there for me when no one else was there. They loved and cared for me like no one else ever had.

Sometimes it's not all about blood but the bond shared, and I fucking loved my parents and all they did for me.

"I appreciate you both so much for taking me in and treating me as one of your own. I wish I had found this out under better circumstances, but nonetheless. It doesn't matter that you did not conceive me; you will always be my parents, and I love you both so much. I love you guys to the moon and back," I say, my words full of emotion as tears run down my cheeks.

"We love you too," They say in unison, and I could practically feel them smiling.

"If it was up to us, you would have never found out," Dad says.

"Yeah and it's the worst thing ever that you found out like this," Mum says as she rubs my back, consoling me.

Here they are, awaiting death, but they are still only thinking of me; it kills me that some of these are the last memories I will have with my parents, and all because of my damn fucking mate.

What the Alpha and that pathetic Jake are doing can't be legal according to pack law, right? Is this what happens in other packs, or is it just here? Were we the first to be punished like this, or were there other instances?

All this just seems so damn unfair.

Can they be stopped? How could I save my parents? Maybe, just maybe, there is a way; I refuse to think otherwise.

I know hope is dangerous, but it is literally all I have left.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, and all I can see is Jake's face in my mind. I instantly feel anger bubble inside me and pulse in my veins, but I try to stay calm because there will be a place and time for that anger. For now, I shall cherish these last moments with my parents and seek forgiveness.

"I am so sorry this is happening to the both of you because of me," I say. "Ple-plea-please forgive me," I plead in between hiccups.

This is the worst fucking day of my life.

"You have nothing to apologize for , Your mum was just defending you," Dad says.

"I know Dad but you did nothing. You were not even there when the whole altercation took place so why are you losing your life ?" I say, feeling the anger from earlier begin to rise again.

"The Alpha is a cruel leader who likes to lead with fear, and sadly, in this case, we are just the sacrifices he needs to further increase and spread his terror of fear," Dad says. At Least I will not be alone; I will be going down with the love of my life." He adds and pulls Mum close to him. I can't see them; it has gotten really dark, but I could hear the movements.

"How are you so calm right now? Don't you want to fight for your lives?" I ask, not understanding how they could be so relaxed.

"That would only make things worse, we are content with the life that we have lived and if death is upon us then may the Moon Goddess open her doors for us and give you the strength to overcome what is ahead of you," Mum says as she kisses my forehead.

"Damn, so this is really happening," I say as the reality sets in.

They were okay with dying as long as it was with each other. How sweet, crazy, and absolutely insane was that?

"Yeah, and about your apology, even though there is nothing to forgive, we forgive you, April, our sweet girl. We harbor no ill feelings toward you. Given the chance, we would do things the exact same way," Mum says, and for some reason, it makes me feel a little better—just a little.

"Thank you for your kind words, I love you guys so much, I feel like I have not said that enough and now our time has been cut short," I tell them and hug them tighter.

"We love you too, Always remember that," Dad says as he kisses my forehead.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally had the courage to ask my Dad for more information about my parents.

"Tell me about my parents dad," I say.

"I really don't know much. All I know is that they are called Matthew and Eve Sinclair." he says sadly.

"I wish I knew more," He adds as though beating himself up.

"Don't beat yourself up; it's okay. At least I know their names," I assure him.

Sleep didn't come tonight, and it was no surprise, given everything happening. Plus, I didn't want to spend the last hours of my parents' lives sleeping.

Instead, we told stories of happier times, which caused us to laugh and cry. Knowing that my parents were not scared and were ready for whatever came gave me some solace, and their bravery greatly inspired me.

We spent the rest of the night in each other's embraces, reminiscing, sharing secrets, and enjoying each other's company, the dagger hanging above my parents' heads temporarily forgotten.