The Twin

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I stubbornly stood before him, refusing to leave until he gave me my answers. He clenched his jaw, his eyes had gold specks shining in them as he leaned against the doorframe. I could feel my face heating up, after knocking on his door for a full ten minutes, I was a little bit flustered by this point.

"I know what you're doing," He stated.

I smirked, "Oh, really?"

"Uh huh, which is why I'm not going to give in."

"I high—

I snapped my mouth shut as he slammed the door in my face, yelling that he wanted to sleep. My hands were in fists as I began punching the damn thing, demanding him to tell me. With a yelp of surprise, I tumbled into his room as he swung the door open again. I whipped my head up to see him smirking at me, amusement written across his features.

"Asshole," I huffed.

He chuckled before gently helping me to my feet, "Well, darling, I'm not in the mood to deal with your stubbornness. I have dealt with it before I left, seems like it only got worse."

I went to push him away, but he had other plans. My face heated up like an oven as he pinned me against the wall, his body pressed against mine. I gulped, he and Dominic may be twins, but Dominic never had this much muscle. I felt my mouth go dry as he leaned in, his tempting lips teasing me.

"I remember you telling me to kiss you to remind you..." he murmured.

My eyes widened, "I don't recall such words."

"Oh? I highly doubt you don't remember. Just a simple kiss..."

"Um, what do you think this is? A love story? Get the hell off of me you stupid, thick headed, brat!"

"Why not just kiss me and find out?" He mused.

I frowned, "I just lost my mate, can't you respect that?"

He stared at me, his eyes reflecting hurt before he let go of me, "My apologies."

His voice lost all of its joy as he turned towards his bed. I frowned, wondering why my words had caused him to quickly shut me out. If he's telling the truth, he can't blame me for loving Dominick.

"Vincent?"

He placed his hands on his bed, his back rising and falling as he seemed to hold back his pain. I gently grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards me, trying to see his face.

"Why can't you leave me alone? You don't love me anyway," he hissed, his eyes glowing once more.

I sighed, "Because I want my answers. You keep whining about me not loving you anymore, but you're not even giving me a chance to understand. How am I supposed to fall in love with you if I don't even remember you? Why can't you help me remember?”

He stared at me for a moment before sitting on his bed, "It's a long story.”

"And I have time, I need to know, Vincent.”

"Fine. Then sit down and be ready to listen. But promise me one thing.”

"What?”

"After this, you'll try to get to know me again. I know it isn't fair for me to expect you to immediately remember me and everything we had, I'm sorry for throwing it onto you like that.”

I nodded, "Deal. If you explain everything to me, I'll try to and remember you.”

"Thank you.”

"Now, what happened?”

He studied me for a second as he pursed his lips, his eyes suddenly becoming glazed over with thought. I patiently waited, letting him get himself together so he could explain it in the least confusing way.

"Dominick has always been the weaker one and because of that, my father chose me to become alpha,” he started.

"So, because he has larger muscles, he's alpha?” Dominick snapped, his eyes darkening with anger.

Our father frowned, "Dom, you know that's not the reason. You are also a very skilled fighter, but there's more to being an alpha than fighting rogues and working out.”

"I know that! I can easily lead a pack!”

"You think you can, but I know you can't. You treat the omegas as if they're your slaves when they're just like us. It isn't their fault they're naturally smaller and less talented in the means of fighting, but they have a spot in this pack as well. They help the pack doctor, they care for the young that have been abandoned, they care for our elders, they tend to the wounded during wars and help our warriors hunt.”

Dominick scoffed, "Omegas are the runts, they're weak and useless. The only thing they're good at is cleaning the packhouse and serving food.”

"And that is why you will not be alpha. I just gave examples of their duties within the pack and you ignored it. You still believe they're nothing but a waste of air.”

"And Vincent treats them any better?”

Our father rolled his eyes, "Yes, he actually does.”

"Dominick, I've been training them and giving them a chance to become warriors. If you just listened to me when I had explained my idea and—

"Oh, shut up Vincent! Stop kissing dad's ass for five seconds!”

I stared at him in shock, "I'm not. I was just saying—

"I said shut up!”

"Dominick that is enough! You will not be alpha and that is final!” Our father snarled, glaring at Dominick.

That was the first time I had ever seen a hint of hatred in our father's eyes, he had always treated us both the same. There was something about the alpha title that began ripping us apart, sending Dominick spiraling into insanity as our father began focusing on training me.

I lost my brother that day and gained an enemy.

"An enemy?” I asked softly.

Vincent nodded, "Dominick loathed me after that. He tried everything he could to gain my new title and to destroy me. When we met you and you and I clicked more….he completely lost it.”

"How did he become alpha then?”

"The typical Dominick way, manipulation.”

I swallowed my anxiety as I attempted to form my next question, "What did he do?”

Vincent stared at me for a moment, his jaw clenched as he seemed to have a war with himself. Releasing a breath, he ran a hand through his hair and stared out the window, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. I was stunned by his sudden vulnerability, Dominick had never shown his sorrow. The only emotions I have seen from him were anger and happiness when I was listening. To see a strong and powerful man showing such raw emotion, it had me feeling something foreign. I tried figuring out what emotion was currently wrapping around me, but my brain couldn't come up with an answer.

Vincent cleared his throat, "I'm not sure what had transpired between him and our father. It was a few months after you and I accepted each other. My parents had suddenly disappeared and my father left a note behind, proclaiming Dominick as alpha and I as an outcast, exiling me from the pack.”

"Wait….so you didn't leave willingly?”

"No. Dominick threatened to hurt you if I didn't give up the title, of course I challenged him. He couldn't get rid of such an ingrained rule, but of course he found his way around it. He had gathered many followers over the course of a year, a few being doctors in the pack. He managed to have them poison me to the point I couldn't feel my wolf anymore. I knew I couldn't fight him without any of my strength or energy, so I left. I wish I knew how he made you forget about me though.”

I frowned as I took in this new information, I tried understanding it, but my brain began going into overload. Furrowing my eyebrows, I fought the betrayal that exploded in my heart as tears tried making themselves known. I opened and closed my mouth a few times before shaking my head, refusing to believe him.

"No, Dominick may have been a messed up soul, but he wouldn't do something like that. He loved his parents, he had searched for them for years! He….he wouldn't…”

"Olivia, listen, I know this is a lot to take in. but please, just trust me,” he pleaded, gently grabbing my arms as I shook.

I shoved him away, "No….no…”

"Ol—

"Leave me alone...I need to think,” I whispered before rushing out of his room.

I sprinted to Dominick's old office, deciding to find proof of Vincent's story. After hearing two different stories from Dominick a few years before and Vincent, just now, I didn't know who to believe. I closed the doors to the office and locked them, needing to have some privacy while searching for some form of the truth.

I turned and stared at the room for a few moments, trying to remember if Dominick had a journal or anything he may have kept secrets in. I slightly recall him always jotting something down in a nameless, black notebook. Whenever I would try to take a peek at it, he would instantly become defensive, claiming he needed his space and privacy. At the time, it didn't seem strange to me, for I understood the need for some sort of privacy. I had my own little diary, where I wrote about the day's events, what stressed me out, what I missed from my childhood and so on.

But his small notebook had to be an extension of his mind, something for him to write down his thoughts or secrets. Looking back, all his odd actions and outbursts started to not make as much sense as they did at the time. I groaned and plopped down on one of the small couches in the office, frowning as I studied the shelves lined with books. A small smile tugged at my lips, looking back at all the times I would find him either in here reading or in the library. He would always get excited whenever I asked about a new book he was into, rambling about how amazing it was and the new adventures in each of them. It was the one thing that I had found adorable about him, it was also one of the reasons I fell in love with him. I truly believe reading was the one place he didn't feel out of place, where his mind wasn't rushing with thousands of thoughts and he could dive into another world. Away from the stress of being alpha, away from the anger from omegas as they threw insults his way, demanding he respected them.

I took a deep breath, pulling a key out of my pocket as I dragged my attention to his desk. No one had touched it since he died, it was obvious by the small coating of dust that had settled on top. Walking over, I stared at the drawers that lined the sides, trying to decide which to look in first. I shrugged and opened the first one on the closest side, frowning when I found it empty. I unlocked the next, finding it empty as well. I stared at the desk in confusion, there was never a time where this desk wasn't cluttered with files, papers and gods know what else. Growling softly, I unlocked all six drawers, growing annoyed when each drawer came up empty. Slamming the final drawer shut, I sat in the desk's chair, glaring at the walls.

"Olivia?”

I internally screamed at the sound of Vincent's voice, questioning why he was the one looking for me now. Sighing, I unlocked the doors and let him in, not saying anything as I tossed the desk key at him.

"It's yours now,” I stated.

He frowned, "You seem pissed.”

"I am.”

"Why?”

"Someone emptied the entire desk, including Dominick's notebook.”

He raised an eyebrow as he studied the room, "Oh? What is so special about his notebook?”

"I figured it would have some sort of proof of your story….Dominick had told me you were the one who forced your parents away. Now you're telling me it was him, I wanted to find out who I could believe. He was always protective of the damn thing, I assumed it had some important information in it,” I explained.

"I see.”

I sat down again and rested my chin on my hand, staring at the floor in frustration. Vincent silently scanned the room, seemingly to study each item. He sighed dramatically before walking over to one of the shelves, he quickly searched through books before pulling one. I watched in stunned silence as a small, safe like structure opened up, revealing a few things. One of the items being Dominick's notebook, sitting neatly on top.

"If only I didn't know of my brother's hiding places,” Vincent hummed.

I hopped off of the couch and grabbed the notebook, without hesitation I began flipping through the pages. I felt a little sick when I saw a few paragraphs about other females he cheated on me with, causing me to freeze when I reached the seventh one. My heart was in my throat as I read through, he had written each detail of their encounter, from how it felt touching her to kissing her. Slamming the book closed, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"I guess there's a side of Dominick I didn't know about,” I whispered.

Vincent frowned as he gently pulled the notebook from my hands, "I'll go through it, so you don't have to see any more of those...writings.”

"Thank you.”

He nodded and sat down in the desk chair, becoming focused on the small journal. Swallowing the anger and hurt, I decided to busy myself by looking through the other objects in the mini vault. I frowned when I found an entire case of silver daggers, each one more horrifying than the one before.

"He had an obsession with silver knives it seems,” I voiced.

I could Vincent's eyes on me as he sighed, "Yeah, he loved using them to get his way. I have to hand it to him, he was talented when it came to weapons.”

"If he did force your parents away or whatever, how did he do it? He clearly wasn't powerful enough to handle both of them.”

"I'm not sure, that's why I'm trying to see if he wrote it. I'm curious to see if they're still alive.”

"I'm guessing you never got to say goodbye?” I asked softly, glancing at him.

He tensed up a little, "No. I didn't.”

It was silent for a while, the only sounds echoing in the room were pages being turned and my shuffling around in the vault. I eventually decided to retire for the night, noticing it was already midnight when I had finally looked at a clock. Vincent simply shrugged before returning to the small journal, his jaw clenching and unclenching. I frowned at him, but didn't bother him, fearing his temper would be like Dominick's. With a quiet goodnight, I made my way out of the office and to my bedroom.

After learning a few more things about Dominick tonight, I'm not sure if he ever told me the truth. He told me he only loved me, only wanted me but he was screwing around with multiple women. He claimed I was the most amazing thing to happen to him, only for him to turn around and say the same to another girl. I sneered in disgust, not only towards him, but towards myself as well. If only I wasn't so blind, so foolish I would have noticed.

Letting my hair fall from my loose ponytail, I stripped out of my day clothes and into soft pajamas. I let out a shaky breath as I looked at the photo of us, anger nipped at me as I shoved it off of my nightstand. Tears rolled down my cheeks as the glass frame shattered, spreading glass crystals across my floor.

"Found it.”

I jumped a little as Vincent slapped the notebook onto the kitchen table, almost causing me to spill my glass of milk. I pulled it towards me, reading through the paragraphs, my horror growing.