Chapter 3 Gold POV

Chapter 3

I woke up 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 a table had hit me. Groaning, the door to the living room opened, and one Omega weirdly looked at me.

Pointing with her finger, she says, Silver, what the fuck do you think you are doing? You were supposed to be in the meeting room; Catherina has been looking for you; you are late." She started 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 said, walking away.

I was confused about how I got here after the tiny 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 returned to my bedroom because I was tired of fighting. Today was very eventful, and after a wired-ass dream, I was finally free from the stress I had felt in my body. It had all left me, so how do I feel like I got run over by a truck? Opening my eyes, I search my surroundings to see that I am back in this room on the first floor. Please wait a second; I'm in the same place where Omega was lying 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 can't be, no, it's just a dream. Dreams don't turn people the other way because of a little girl's 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 to obey her Luna.

Putting my hands on my chest to get up, I see my skin tone is not olive cream but tan, and my eyes grow as they resemble that omega tone. "No," I said in a hushed tone. The doors where that omega had come through opened again to reveal Stan; why was he here? Stan looks at me with annoyance. I blink in confusion. What the hell did I miss? When He commanded me, "You were the omega that 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." 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 threw an apron at me and said, "You heard our Alpha; get your lazy butt up; go to our Luna; or what do you still want to be, that Marcela?" I was shocked; she was insulting me for my name. What the hell is going on? Stan wasn't in a good mood, and I didn't want to add gasoline. Putting the apron on, I think quickly towards the nearest public bathroom. I walked towards the one in 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 omega's body.

"How?" My only question was, What the fuck had happened to me? To my fearful surprise, the bathroom door swung open, revealing Alpha Stan in pure rage. He took me by the hand, pulling me towards our room. Opening the door, the omega in my body screamed her lungs out. My ears were ringing from the volume of her lungs, well, my lungs.

This needed to be clarified. Stan was holding on to my hand tightly. I had yet to learn why he wanted me here, but there was only one way to find out. The words I had to say would taste like shit, but I had no choice.

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

Stan cleared his throat to take our attention, then softly told 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 is my last name, and hers was Silver. That's it!

"Oh, okay, I, um. Good." Silver replied that 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 stayed still and 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, and Stan didn't acknowledge me; he 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 were me talking. "Oh, for crying out loud, get out! I tried asking you not to be here! Go back to your mate!" I heard Misha growl, and I'm 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 was being told different orders from left to right.

When we are entirely alone, I go to get my less nice clothes; if this girl is in my body, I will freaking wear what annoys the living fuck out of me. Walking, she says, "Is Alpha Stan always that kind-hearted?" I opened the closet to pick up my cream baggy dress that looked 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 sped up. "What did you just say?" I asked her a bit harshly. Is she 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 about 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 spat on it. "You do this too, and not a word will leave my lips or my mind," 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 my hand with her spit, and we shook hands.

My eyes were closed, and I'm sure my entire face looked like I just swallowed pure lemon juice. "Okay, I won't say a word," she said, removing her hand from mine. I moved myself to the bathroom. I freaking refused to continue any conversation with this mixed spit. After I had washed it with just water, I stepped outside to see her wearing the dress. 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 not have one of the symptoms of a mate bond with Alpha Stan." I started my conversation with her honesty.