Chapter 682-The Real Altan
Helanie:
"You took his what?" Emmet asked, trying to understand his statement. My jaw hung low, it just clicked.
"It wasn’t Daltan who died that day," Altan began, sniffling slowly. "It was the brave one. The one the entire pack adored. The one who was supposed to do greater things, like a seer once told our pack. It was Altan. The real Altan." He covered his face in his hands and started sobbing.
It all made so much sense now.
The one I was with until the age of nine was different. That was the real Altan, the one who would stand up for me without caring what others said about a golden alpha taking the side of an omega.
Even when we were just kids, he used to come to my house to bring me my stationery, books, and supplies. He would tell my parents to be nice to me in his cute, childlike aggression.
He was the one who had promised that when we grew up, we would become mates.
The one who wasn’t a coward.
"You must be thinking I fooled you when I continued my friendship with you," Altan raised his face, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"It was my father who wanted me to act just like Altan, so that nobody would suspect the truth. He even let me befriend you, just so it would look like the cowardly one died. But then he grew wary of me. He knew I was weak. He knew that, at any point, you would make me fall for you—truly fall—and that you would steal me from him, from everyone. He knew I would crack before you and tell you my secret. So he tried to get rid of you. He wanted bigger things for me. He forced the fate of the real Altan onto me by making me marry an alpha’s daughter. That’s why Sydney’s father did all that to become an alpha too. It was all one big plan. They were all trying to control destiny, my parents, Sydney’s parents, and your parents," Altan said, then pointed at Emmet, whose eyes narrowed.
"Lady Darcy hates Helanie. She’ll do anything and everything to get rid of her," he added, what I couldn’t bring myself to tell Emmet, Altan just did.