Mated To My Boyfrien Chapter 94: The Condemned Omega

Chapter 94: _ The Condemned Oga

How could I be okay when Lupe spoke for ?

When she told Kylo that it was okay to co over even when it was evident that I didn’t want him to?

"Why are you even asking?" she’d said, effectively stripping away any control I had over the situation.

I didn’t ask her to do that. That was...

"Lupe," I finally managed with a stern tone, "you shouldn’t have just told him it was okay to co."

"Look," she said, a line appearing between her brows, "if you told him not to co, it would be suspicious. We’re all hurting, and Kylo obviously cares about you. This way, it seems normal."

Normal.

The word felt like a foreign language in my mouth. Everything about this situation felt abnormal. It felt like a ball of ss of emotions and secrets threatening to work their heads out at any mont.

"I’m just not ready to face him yet," I confessed, picking at a loose thread on my sofa.

Lupe sighed out wearily. "Isleen, honey, Kylo is or was your boyfriend. You can face him. You just need to set aside this guilt you’re carrying."

Was?

Is?

We broke up. But we’ve broken up in the past and reconciled. Did I want us to reconcile now? Would we pick up the relationship where we let off? Kylo did seem like he wanted to.

Was I ready to?

"But it’s not that simple," I argued, tears welling up in my eyes again. "I can’t just tell him about Gamma Rhett. I didn’t even accept him, Lupe. This whole thing– it wasn’t planned. He marked

but– It happened in the heat of the mont."

To be frank, it felt good talking to soone about this heavy burden. I was suddenly grateful to Lupe for turning a new leaf and making friends with .

More importantly, I was happy I didn’t send her off like I usually did. It was to my gain that I accepted her friendship.

A humorless laugh, however, escaped Lupe’s lips. "Well, what’s done is done, Isleen. Whether you like it or not, you’re Gamma Rhett’s now, not Kylo’s."

I was my boyfriend’s father’s. My boyfriend’s father owned .

Father forgive

for I have sinned.

Lupe’s words seed to send a jolt of dread through . "But how can I be– his father’s and not his? What would people say about that? How can I be my boyfriend’s father?" The question tumbled out with so much desperation that I nearly forgot Liam’s presence in the room.

Thankfully, he was too invested in his video ga to care about my and Lupe’s conversation.

Lupe sighed, her earlier composure seeming to waver. It must have been hard trying to be there for

while she was grieving too. "The Moon Goddess works in mysterious ways, Isleen. Her decisions can’t be questioned."

"At tis like this," I retorted, my voice rising in frustration, "maybe they should be questioned."

The defiance in my tone seed to break through Lupe’s already wavering deanor. Her eyes welled up as she saw the pain and anger in

and a tremor ran through her lower lip. Sha washed over

when I realized the unintended cruelty in my words. I didn’t an to sound so harsh.

Lupe wasn’t the cause of my predicant.

Just then, I rembered her absent mate. Since I was in my own share of turmoil and couldn’t do more to ease Lupe of her stress, her mate should at least, be here.

Where the hell was he?

"Speaking of whatnot," I said, my voice sharper than I intended.

Geez, I really was over the edge. "where’s your mate, Lupe? Shouldn’t he be here right now, sympathizing with you?"

Lupe’s deanor shifted swiftly and I saw it. I saw the way her shoulders slumped as if sothing wasn’t exactly right with that but she intended to cover it up.

She stamred, "Oh, he’s probably still at work. He, uh, he’ll call

when he gets off."

Hmm.

I scoffed, clicking my tongue. "Kylo, who isn’t even my mate but my boyfriend to whom we’ve broken up, left work during his break to co here. But your mate, after hearing his mate’s mother passed away, can’t even be bothered to check in?"

Lupe flinched at that. I could see the battle to keep herself at bay warring inside of her. "It’s... everyone’s work situation is different," she stamred, failing woefully at sounding neutral.

Despite my skepticism, I knew pushing the issue wouldn’t get

anywhere. It wouldn’t do Lupe any good.

"Okay," I relented, rising to my feet. "We should probably get sothing for dinner. We’re running low on groceries since we’ll have more mouths to feed tonight."

Lupe looked up at

with interest. "Do you want

to co with you?"

Huh?

Having Lupe as a distraction might be helpful but I wasn’t sure she’d particularly like the pack mbers to see her walking around with . Moreover, she just lost her mum and that would only direct more attention to us than usual.

More attention or . More judgental gazes and crucification.

I glanced at Liam who was still engrossed in his video ga and not giving two fucks about what was going on around him. "Hey, champ," I said. "Fancy joining us for so grocery shopping?"

He barely glanced up from the screen. "Nah, I’m good, Mum. Just get

so, uh, those chocolate chip cookies, okay?"

Whoa. Liam was passing on an offer to go outside? Strange.

"Sure thing," I chuckled, ruffling his hair. "Anything else you need?"

"Nope, that’s it. Just buy

sothing cool, alright?"

I winked at him. "Consider it done."

"Give

a minute," I said to Lupe who nodded.

I headed to my room, grabbed my purse, and a reusable grocery bag. Just as I was ready to return to Lupe, a cold dread washed over . I couldn’t just walk out in public with the mark exposed.

With a sigh, I rummaged through my closet, pulling out a long-sleeved turtle neck shirt and a pair of comfortable pants. It wasn’t the most stylish outfit, but it would hide the mark effectively.

As I dressed, I realized how much I was beginning to hate myself. Maybe all of those whispers and condemnation about

were true after all. Here I was, hiding a part of myself, living a lie, all because of a stupid mistake.

I was the condemned Oga.