Dorothea Caddel, is born into a wealthy family that can easily give her a plane or a planet to her wishes but what if something deep is hidden in the mask of a perfect family, a devil that she fears but soon learns to accept as love. That story chan...
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"I'm home!" Dorothea's cheerful voice echoed through the Cullens' residence as she pushed open the front door. Her excitement quickly turned into confusion as her eyes scanned the empty space before her. The house, which was usually alive with warmth and chatter, now felt eerily still, its silence unsettling. The room looked abandoned, void of the energy she had come to associate with her family.
Carlisle's letter had spoken of an urgent matter, one that required her immediate return to Forks. Yet, standing in this desolate house, Dorothea couldn't help but feel that the urgency might not have been as dire as implied—at least not dire enough to justify the family leaving the house completely empty.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar booming voice from outside. "Dorothea!" Emmett's excitement was unmistakable. She turned just in time to see him and Rosalie sprinting toward her from the woods, their movements fluid and graceful, even at such a speed.
Before she could utter a word, Dorothea was swept up in a bone-crushing hug. Emmett's enthusiasm was infectious as he spun her around effortlessly, his laughter filling the space. "Hey, little sis! Miss us?"
Dorothea giggled, her arms instinctively wrapping around him. "Were you out on a hunt, perchance?" she asked as her feet finally touched the ground. Rosalie, always the picture of elegance, smoothed her hair and answered with a touch of disdain. "Not exactly. More like testing the new nomads that arrived."
At the mention of "nomads," Dorothea's mind drifted, her smile faltering ever so slightly. Her thoughts jumped to a man with a southern drawl whom she had left behind in Philadelphia. The memory stirred a mix of emotions she wasn't ready to confront, so she masked her reaction, pretending to listen as Rosalie continued to ramble about the newcomers.
Emmett's sharp eyes caught the fleeting change in her expression, but he chose not to comment. He knew Dorothea valued her privacy and wouldn't appreciate being pressed on matters she wasn't ready to share.
Rosalie's recount of the nomads was cut short as the rest of the Cullen family began filing into the house. The atmosphere shifted immediately, the previously empty room now brimming with life. Each family member greeted Dorothea with warmth, their embraces making her feel truly home.
But her focus was quickly drawn to a pair of unfamiliar faces standing at the edge of the group. The newcomers, a man and a woman, stood close together, their golden eyes contrasting starkly with Dorothea's red ones. Their gaze was calm yet guarded, and their posture spoke of a bond forged in trust and mutual protection.
Carlisle stepped forward, his fatherly demeanor reassuring. "Dorothea, meet Alice and her mate, Dean. They're the reason I asked you to return early. I must apologize for the abruptness."
Dorothea offered him a small, understanding smile. "It's fine, Carlisle." But even as she spoke, she had a sinking feeling about why she had been called back. It was clear Carlisle wanted her to use her unique abilities to verify the newcomers' intentions—a precautionary measure to ensure the family's safety.
Stepping forward, Dorothea addressed Alice and Dean with a genuine smile. "I trust you shan't object if I delve into your past," she said softly, her tone imbued with earnestness. "I give you my solemn word that anything of a personal nature shall remain entirely confidential."
Dean's hesitation was immediate. His jaw tightened, and he shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. It was evident that the idea of anyone delving into his memories didn't sit well with him. Alice, however, placed a soothing hand on his chest, her touch calming him almost instantly.
Reluctantly, Dean extended his hand. The moment their skin touched, Dorothea's eyes glazed over, her mind flooded with images from his past.
Dean Winchester had been born in Lawrence, Kansas, to loving parents. But tragedy struck early—his mother was killed in the nursery he shared with his baby brother, Sam. From that moment, his life had been a whirlwind of responsibility and survival.
Dorothea watched as Dean's father trained him to become a hunter, teaching him to face supernatural creatures to protect his brother. She saw the fierce loyalty Dean held for Sam, a bond that defined his every action. Despite his rough upbringing, Dean had an easygoing charm and a knack for humor, though it sometimes veered into arrogance and impulsiveness.
One memory stood out—a fateful encounter with vampires during a hunt. Dean had fought valiantly but was ultimately bitten, his transformation into a vampire marking a turning point in his life. Even then, he clung to his humanity, staying close to Sam until Alice entered his life.
As the connection broke, Dean stared at Dorothea, his expression a mix of awe and discomfort. She chuckled softly at his reaction. "You shall grow accustomed to it in time," she teased lightly. "I should quite like to make Sam's acquaintance one day—he strikes me as a most kindhearted soul."
Dean let out a disbelieving laugh. "Kind? Sure. But he's also stubborn, overly serious, and completely clueless about having fun."
Dorothea smirked, imagining the chaos Dean and Emmett together could unleash in the Cullen household. When she turned to Alice, Dorothea wasn't prepared for the immediate hug. Caught off guard, her hand brushed against Alice's wrist, and the flood of memories began.
Alice's past was a painful tapestry of suffering and rejection. As a child, her premonitions were both a gift and a curse. Her attempts to warn others often backfired, leading to accusations of witchcraft. The betrayal of her father, who committed her to an asylum, left a scar that even immortality couldn't erase.
Dorothea's heart ached as she witnessed the horrors Alice endured, including her transformation at the hands of a vampire doctor who sought to save her from a tracker named James. Despite losing all memory of her human life, Alice's first vision as a vampire had been of Dean—her mate—and the happiness she would find with the Cullens.
When the vision ended, Dorothea tightened her embrace, her voice filled with warmth. "Welcome to the family, Alice and Dean Cullen."
The room erupted into smiles and cheers as the family fully embraced the new additions. Esme, ever the nurturing mother, immediately began planning a welcome party, much to Alice's delight. Her excitement was infectious as she squealed about decorations and themes, her joy a stark contrast to the pain Dorothea had glimpsed.
Dorothea stood back, watching the scene with a sense of contentment. For all the trials and heartache that had brought them here, the Cullen family had a way of making everyone feel at home.
