Finally Found

Chapter 1

Phoebe let out a sigh of relief when the clock struck nine, signaling the end of the day. She went in the locker room and changed out of her uniform. After bidding everyone goodbye, she immediately starts her journey home. Ideally, Phoebe should have opted to take the bus. It's a half an hour walk to the house, and at nighttime? An omega like Phoebe should avoid being outside alone in the dark. But Phoebe could care less. Taking the bus would mean arriving home quicker, which means less time not being in the same building as her father. Don't get it wrong, Phoebe loved her father. But after her mother died, he changed. He became less affectionate. Phoebe felt her father slipping away over the years, leaving her with a man she doesn't recognize. When Phoebe thought that her life couldn't get any worse, her father started drinking. Phoebe was only fifteen when her father started to yell at her, demanding her to do things, blaming her for her mother's death. Phoebe was seventeen when he laid his hand on her for the first time. Phoebe remembered having to wake up earlier to cover her bruises before going to school. Phoebe was in the middle of her junior year in college when her father lost his job, forcing her to drop out and get a full-time job. Now at twenty-four, Phoebe has accepted that her father is long gone.

Every night, during her walk home, Phoebe finds herself wishing that her father has gone to sleep or is away doing whatever he usually does. Anything as long as she doesn't have to face him. Sadly, tonight, her wish wasn't granted. As soon as she walked into the house, she was greeted by the sight of empty beer bottles all over the place. She grimaced at the smell. Phoebe tip toed towards the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible, maybe her father won't realize she's home. But of course, what Phoebe wants, she won't get. Phoebe was halfway up the stairs when she heard her father yelled her name.

"You called?" Phoebe walked into the living room, eyes scanning the area. Her father was only in his boxers, a bottle of beer in his hands, watching a football game.

"Make yourself useful and go pick up more of these at the store will you? We're running out." He slurred, wiggling the bottle in his hand.

Phoebe shook her head, "I can't, I won't get paid until next week. We barely have enough for food until then."

"Well then maybe you should cut back on your food. You seem like you could go on a diet" He pointed at her body before continuing, "You're getting a bit chunky anyways."

"Says the one with the huge beer belly" she mumbled.

Her father sat up straight and looked at Phoebe. Eyes wide open, brows furrowed, "What did you just say?"

"Nothing" She replied.

"You stupid bitch! You think I won't hear you?" He cursed, standing up, and walking towards Phoebe.

I should have kept my mouth shut, Phoebe thought. This was what she dreaded most. She knew what was coming. Her father walked towards her. Before she could say anything, he slapped her. He did it so hard, Phoebe fell.

"How dare you?" He yelled.

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that! I'll go get you your beer!" Phoebe cried.

"You better" He gave her a kick before going back to his spot on the couch. "My beer better be here in 10 minutes or else!"

At this, Phoebe picked herself up, and rushed to the store, not wanting a repeat of the previous incident.

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It has been three days since her father kicked her. The only time she ate since that night was the day before yesterday. She was grateful her cheek didn't bruise that much, saving her a lot of effort in covering them. Though the same thing cannot be said for her ribs. When she was changing into her uniform this morning, she was met by the sight of a big purple bruise on the side of her body. It hurts, but she'll manage, she always did. As usual she went into her locker room as soon as the clock struck nine. She was tired, and she felt a headache coming up. She bent down to tie her shoe, and when she got up, she felt dizzy. Something is wrong, everything was a bit blurry. Phoebe tried squinting her eyes, hoping it would help. But then, not only did everything seem fuzzy, everything started spinning too. Darkness started creeping in from the edges of her vision. She felt her knees buckling before everything turned dark.

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Cassandra was just about to leave the hospital when the scent hits her nose. It was sweet, vanilla maybe? With just a little hint of hazelnut. Something pulled at her. She recognized that feeling. She knew it all too well. The last time she felt this way was when she first met Victoria. She remembered being stationed at the emergency room that night when she felt the pull. And when her green eyes met those blue ones, it is as if everything has finally fall into place. She knew right there and then, she found her mate. So, the fact that it's happening again, 10 years later, confuses her. Cassandra already found her mate, so why is it happening again? Cassandra doesn't even realize she was walking until she arrived in front of the all too familiar doors. Her legs brought her to the emergency room. Now this is weird, she thought.

Cassandra opened the door and entered the room. There weren't a lot going on. Before she even realized, her legs started moving again. With each step she took, the smell became stronger and more intense. It felt like a deja vu. She stopped in front of the curtains. She could hear noises coming from the other side asking all kinds of questions.

"Where did the bruise come from?"

"When was the last time you ate?"

"You'll need an x-ray"

"What happened?"

Cassandra's curiosity heightened at each question, and the fact she's feeling this pull doesn't help either. She knew what, or who, she's looking for is behind that curtain. And so, she opened the curtain and stepped inside.

"Doctor Laurent! What are you doing here? Do you need something?" One of the nurses asked her. All eyes on the room went towards her, including those belonging to the woman lying on the bed. Cassandra did not give anyone an answer, because at that moment, she knew, she found another mate. And this time, unlike Victoria, she's an omega.

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Victoria was sleeping when her phone rang. She checked the clock at her bedside table. 10:23 pm. There's only one person brave enough to call her at this hour.

"You must have a really good reason for waking me up Casey. Why aren't you back home yet anyway?" She grumbled.

"Vic, you need to come to the hospital. Now." Victoria could hear the urgency in her wife's voice. She's definitely wide awake now.

"What happened? Are you okay? Do I need to bring anything?" She asked, as she changed her clothes.

"I'm okay. You don't need to bring anything. Just get here as soon as you can" Cassandra replied.

"Will you just tell me what's going on?" Victoria felt herself getting frustrated at the vagueness. She heard a sigh before Cassandra started speaking again.

"I think I found our mate. Our omega"