Chapter 4 #2
As if I’m being pulled forward, I walk over to the computer. My eyes trail over the setup and I become more impressed.
“Wonder what kind of games she plays.” I know I shouldn’t, but I move the mouse, making the screen come to life.
“Huh.” My brows raise when I see she’s playing Twisted Valley. “No way.”
A notification dings, the same one that lets you know you have a message.
Curiosity gets the better of me, and I click open the chat.
I wish I didn’t. Fucking hell, I wish I didn’t.
My heart stops in my chest, breath catching in my lungs, praying my eyes are deceiving me.
I stare at her gamer tag, reading it over and over again. Maybe it’s similar, maybe it’s not her.
After reading it about ten times, it’s clear it’s the exact gamer tag as hers. The same as my best friend. As the girl I’ve been gaming with for years and have fallen head over heels for.
The same girl I’ve been trying to build up enough courage to tell how I feel. To see if we could be something more outside this game.
Addison is my PastelPrincess. How the fuck am I in love with my stepsister?
I was nineteen when I found that out, and Addison was sixteen.
After that day, I started distancing myself from Addie in real life.
I let my brain separate the two, allowing myself to believe they were not the same person.
I never confessed to PastelPrincess how I felt, but I continued to obsess over her.
I was a college hockey player, I could have been living my best life, hooking up at parties, enjoying the high and the power that being rich and popular that came with it.
But every time a girl hit on me, offered herself to me, I couldn’t do it.
All I could think of were big blue eyes and bright pink hair.
After I developed feelings for PastelPrincess, I stopped messing around with other girls because she was the only girl I wanted.
Stupid right? She was just some girl online and it shouldn’t have been so serious for me.
But it was. She was funny, kind, sweet, and her voice.
.. God, when she laughed it was music to my ears.
I didn’t care what she looked like, I just wanted her for her.
When I discovered who she really was, I should have put a stop to all of that. I didn’t. Even after finding out she was my stepsister—the one person in this world I wasn’t allowed to have—I still lusted after her. The only difference was after I’d think of her, I’d feel bad about it.
Clicking on the group chat, I start to type.
FatalDe@thWish: Hey Princess. You playing tonight or streaming?
PastelPrincess: I’m not really feeling up for either.
My brows pull together. She’s got her mic off, and that's not like her. I guess there’s no point since the other guys aren't on and I’ve been avoiding the mic since Addie came back, too afraid she would recognize my voice.
FatalDe@thWish: You okay?
Is she still upset about earlier? I wouldn’t blame her, what her mother said was fucked.
PastelPrincess: I’m fine. Just didn’t have the best day.
FatalDe@thWish: Wanna talk about it?
We normally don’t get into personal stuff. It’s been a rule for us for years, but I know she went on a date with a pack her mother set her up with. When I found out, I nearly lost it right there and then. I wanted to demand she not go. To stay the fuck away from any other Alphas.
I didn’t. Instead, I let her go wearing that skin tight dress that hugged her killer body just right.
I was hard for hours, both anger and arousal pumping through my veins.
PastelPrincess: Just my mom. She’s a bitch. I hate her so much! She’s trying to set me up with a pack. I went on a date today and it was the worst. Don’t get me wrong, the guys were nice for the most part but I’m a big girl. I can order my own food.
FatalDe@thWish: They ordered for you?
PastelPrincess: Yup. And get this, it was a salad. No chicken or anything! I was so damn hungry after, I went and got Popeyes.
FatalDe@thWish: What the fuck? I’m sorry that happened to you. They’re jerks. You deserve so much better.
PastelPrincess: Thanks. I think the worst part was, when I told my mom, she said I could afford to lose a few pounds. Who says that to their kid!?
Anger bubbles inside me. She called her daughter fat? What the fuck is wrong with that bitch? God, If I didn’t already hate her, I’d sure as hell hate her now.
I’m vibrating with fury, fists clenched, body tense. I want to go in there, to take her face in my hands and tell her she’s fucking gorgeous, that her body is perfect. I want to throw her on her bed and show her exactly what I think. I want to worship that body and make it mine.
PastelPrincess: Anyway. Sorry for venting. Thanks for listening. I’m gonna get an early night. Goodnight Death <3 Thanks for being an amazing friend. Xox
She logs off before I can reply. I stare at the screen for a long time after, my heart pounding, head throbbing.
With my eyes closed, I steady my breathing. Waves of yearning flood me, the pain I’ve grown familiar with taking root.
I’m angry, frustrated, and pissed that the universe dealt me this hand.
You’d think it’d be bad enough that Addie turned out to be the best friend who I was in love with? But oh no. It's much, much worse.
She’s leaving today. She’s moving to Nashville for school and who knows when I’ll see her again.
With me graduating next year and joining the KP, my life is going to change significantly.
I’m going to move on from this little crush on PastelPrincess, aka my stepsister, Addison.
I’m going to put everything I have into being the best damn goalie in the league, and I’m going to forget about her.
I’ll find an Omega of my own. This is the real world and I can’t live in the fantasy I’ve built inside my head forever.
Still, I don’t know if I can handle her leaving without at least saying goodbye.
I just got back from an away game, been gone for nearly a week. But I should have been here, hanging out with her, spending time with her before she’s gone.
I’ve been distant the past few years and I feel horrible about it. The look of hurt in her eyes every time I’d brush her off or had been short with her flashes in my mind.
Watching that sunshine smile fall is like a knife to my heart.
There's a town car waiting in the driveway when I pull up. Parking my car, I get out and see Alfred putting suitcases in the back.
She’s still here. I didn’t miss her.
I rush inside, leaving my bag in the car, and head straight upstairs. Her bedroom door is ajar. My steps slow, and my heart is racing. What am I going to say?
Just give her a hug and tell her to have a good life? It feels wrong.
Sunshine streams through her window, and the light spills into the hallway. I don’t hear any sounds coming from her room. Is she even in there?
When I reach the door, I push it all the way open and find it empty. Not empty in the sense that there’s nothing left in her room, everything is here. Except, she’s not.
I’m about to go see where in the house she could be when the smell hits me like a bag of bricks to the face.
The scent of sugary sweet cupcakes invades my nose. My head starts to spin, blood pounding in my ears as my cock thickens painfully hard. A low, rumbling growl reverberates in my chest. My fist clenches, and I lean against the wall to keep myself from falling to my knees.
Everything in me screams mine, my mate, my Omega.
No. No, no, no! This can not be happening. There’s no fucking way Addie is my scent match.
But even as I tell myself that, I know the truth. She is. She’s my Omega. My stepsister is my fucking scent match.
This time I do fall to my knees, my breathing coming in deep, heavy breaths. Each one wreaks more havoc on my system then the last. Every inhale pulls her intoxicating scent into my lungs and altering my very DNA.
It feels like time switches to slow motion. I try to process what's happening, trying to make some sense of it.
The sound of a car door shutting and an engine starting has me scrambling to my feet in a panic. She can’t leave. No. No!
I race down the hall, nearly tripping over my feet, and down the stairs. I make it the last few feet to the door, but I’m too late.
I stand behind Alfred, watching the car go. She turns around, her bright blue eyes staring back at me with a sadness that kills me. I feel a piece of my soul dying. She’s leaving, and I'm just letting her go.
Go after her damn it! Get your Omega. Don’t let her leave.
And tell my dad what? That my stepsister is my Omega? I’m on my way to signing with the KP. My dad is a coach for one of the best teams in the league.
If the world finds this out, my future would be destroyed. Our family will be blasted all over the news, our reputations ruined.
Who the fuck cares! Go after her!
It’s too late, the car is gone and I’m left standing there like I just lost my whole world. Maybe I deserved it for how I’ve treated her for the last two years. She deserves better than me.
So, yeah. Not only is Addison the girl I’ve been playing online with for years, the girl I fell in love with, but she also happens to be my scent match Omega.
My stepsister is my scent match and my life has been pure hell ever since.
Am I the brightest person in the world? No. Every day I tell myself how fucking stupid I am for letting her go. For allowing her to have the chance to find another pack, settle down, and move on with Alphas who aren't me.
I told myself that one day she will be mine. Once I retire from hockey, I’ll find her, tell her how I feel, who she is to me, and I’ll join whatever pack she formed.
Stupid, I know. Trust me, I get it. Before I could pull my head out of my ass, I got signed to the Royal Alphas. My KP career was taking off and I allowed that to become my everything.
That didn’t mean I forgot about her, though, I couldn’t. She’s still on my mind every second of every day.
I kept tabs on her, and checked to see if she was dating anyone.