Parcel
"I said, I don't care about you guys. I don't care how you feel, it's not like you've ever cared about my feelings either. It's always about you. This and that , nagging me to take care of the child who's not even mine." Teddy yelled angrily at Acy.
He had just found out recently that Marion wasn't his child. He had his doubts since the very beginning but decided to at least be a good dad to Marion regardless of how Acy was treating him. A week ago, he overheard Acy on the phone talking about Marion. And to his horror, he heard Acy shouting at the other party about how he had abandoned them. He wanted to confront him but Acy wasn't the type of person who would accept any accusations unless the evidence was right in front of him.
He pulled out an envelope from his pockets and placed it on the table.
"You thought I wouldn't find out that Marion wasn't my child? You disgust me Acy." Teddy's hands trembled in anger as words escaped his mouth. He drank the last coffee from his cup before exiting the house with a bang on the door.
His eyes filled with tears, he looked up and down the house and stumbled to his car. He bumped his head on the steering wheel as he shouted.
Of all the things that kept him alive and putting up with Acy was who he thought was his daughter Marion. He cherished the little soul with all his heart and now this was happening.
"Why? Why me?" He cried as he rubbed a hand over his chest .
He let out a long deep sigh and looked at the house once more before driving off. That had been his home for the past three years and the only thing that kept him in that place was Marion. Acy had been doing all kinds of dirty things.
Bringing over men to their home, making him do all the house chores and making him do all the dirty works of his company to which he almost died one time. He was shot on his left upper hand causing him to spend six months with a cast on his hand.
"Might be karma," he muttered under his breath.
As he was focusing on crying more than driving, his car suddenly lost its balance and diverted it's track onto the footpath and crushed in an electricity pole.
Because of the car's diversity and rolling, it crushed into some cars that were parked across the road and a few people were crushed during the action, killing them on spot and leaving others seriously injured .
Teddy's head hit the steering wheel as the car rolled. His head got stuck that he couldn't move any inch of it.
"I will be to a better place without worries." He thought as his subconsciousness slowly faded away.
....
" You deserve everything that happened to you through those past three years. You deserved hell but nothing bad so far happened to you." A voice said
" You can't die just yet. You deserve more than just that." A voice once more said.
.....
Several passerby rushed at the scene and surrounded them, being shocked at how something like this suddenly happened.
Some cursed at how rich people would always drive drunk and some predicted him to be some crazy rich Alpha who would get away with his crimes if he survived.
No one ran to help.
No one called an ambulance even when people were crying in pain.
On the same road, Shasha was driving back to his home when he encountered the accident. He pulled over and observed the car.
He knew the car since he has been following that car for awhile now.
People were just looking and taking pictures of the scene. Some just side eyed the scene and flew as soon as possible.
He called an ambulance first thing before running to help. The smell of sweat, Pheromones and blood mixed together smelled gross that he wanted to vomit but that didn't stop him from helping.
Living in an omegaverse world was kinda of complicated and difficult. Alphas and Omegas who went in heat in public were subjected to sexual assaults and some of them ended up losing thier life in the process.
Teddy being an Alpha, regardless of him being recessive, his body emitted Pheromones which drove people away.
Shasha tightened his grip on his thighs as he hurried back to his car. He grabbed his hit suppressants and shot himself before running to the car.
"I have to save him." He thought.
Acy on the other side was boiling with anger. Walking back and forth in the house. How dare a lowly recessive Alpha talk to him in that way? So what if Marion isn't his? Did he think that he would just walk away like that because he's got to?
Acy laughed like a lunatic.
At the hospital,
The night was freezing.
August sat in his wheelchair and slowly wheeled himself. Taking a look at his fellow patients. He came across a young couple embracing their newborn baby and smiled.
"If only I hadn't raised a stubborn kid, I would be the one embracing my great grand son." He got angry.
He suddenly got up from his wheelchair and walked back to his ward. People who saw him gave him weird looks but he cared less.
He pushed the door open, grabbed his phone and angrily placed Shasha's number.
He did it multiple times but it always ended up with the annoying lady. He wrinkled his forehead before dialing Masha's number.
"I know that prick is with you. Tell him to come over this very moment if he doesn't want to find my body lying in front of the hospital." August yelled as soon as Masha answered the call.
Masha rubbed his forehead and sighed " Grandpa, Shasha is a grown up man. He knows what's wrong and right."
"What have you just said?" The old man yelled " no wonder why my grandson is behaving wild. He might have been influenced by you. Stay away from him." August warned before disconnecting the call and redialed Shasha's number but to no valid.
At the Bentford manor,
Riley (Alsen's father) fixed his glasses onto his eyes. A little girl around two years was sitting beside him playing with her toys. His secretary brought a parcel over to him.
" What's that?" He raised a curious brow
"I found this outside. No sender information." The secretary handed it over to him.
As soon as he received it, his phone rang.
"Riley speaking"
"...."
"Hello,"
"...."
"Hello,"
"...."
"Is this a prank call?" He thought and flipped his phone to the table.
A message notification.
[Make sure to open that parcel where no one sees]
[Is this one of the clients playing pranks on me?] He replied
[...]
The old man sighed and put the box under his arms. "What over my grand daughter for me."