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The Alpha Mate - Chapter 23
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Danny’s POV.
“Can I ask you a question?” I asked Weston in a small voice, the events of last night flowing through my head like a rapid river. The pain in my gut still haunting my stomach, my screams echoing in my ear, and the most important part of all. Why did I change into a werewolf?
Weston squeazed my hand, which was intertwined into his. He was shirtless and I tried my damn hardest to stop staring at his chest. He kissed my forehead comfortingly and sighed. “Sure. I’m pretty sure you have plenty of questions after what happened last night.”
I nodded and scratched the back of my head, my coarse hair running through my fingers. For some reason, the sliver of light that was able to make it’s way into the dense forest seemed so much brighter. I could practically see the dust particles floating around. My sense of smell was inevitable as well. I could smell Aunt Feli’s famous caramel nut pancakes in the air even if my house was no where to be seen yet.
“Did I – ” I began to ask but was interrupted by the shrill of a bird’s chirp that achoed like the sound of screeching tires – only louder this time. I jumped, cringing into Weston. Clamping my hands over my ears and squeezing my eyes seemed like the best thing to do right now.
“Ells, are you okay?” Weson asked, his voice cracking while he rubbed a hand down my back. “i promise it’s all going to get -“
“What the hell?” I screamed, even my voice sounded more melodic – more smooth. I stopped, pointing an accusing finger at him. “Weston Richard, what is going on with me?”
He raised his hands up in the air and scoffed. “Richard isn’t my middle name! I don’t even have a middle name!”
“Stop changing the subject and tell me what the hell is going on with me,” I said, crossing my arms above my chest.
Weston sighed once more, running his hands through his messy hair. “Look, okay, it’s not my place to tell you what’s going on. It really is not. But, what Iell you is that your mom is hiding things from you that you have the right to know.”
“Are you going to tell me what is going on or no?” I said, seething. It was to the point that I grinded my teeth together. That was the line. It was a mere sign that I was pissed off and nobody liked to be near me at my breaking point.
“Can you just wait, babe?” Weston pleaded, grabbing my elbow. I threw his arm away, shocked at my new found strength. I could feel the tears bridging at the corners of my eyes and my lip began to quiver. Weston noticed, his shoulder’s slumped and he sighed. “It’s just about two more minutes and I promise you won’t be in the dark.”
“You just don’t get it. How I feel?” Why the hell was I feeling so emotional lately? I felt like an old, grumpy woman on the premenstrual cycle, but on rewind. I wiped away a stray tear. “Gosh, I feel so in the dark on what’s happening to me. Do you have any clue on how I feel about not knowing if I’m dying or something?” ”Gosh, Ells. You aren’t dying,” He simply said, annoyance laced in his voice. He ran a hand down his face. “It’s killing me not telling you. Trust me.”
“Fine then,” I sniffed. Then, I started to walk away, ignoring his constant calling and the way he was walking literally on my heels.
When I reached the back door of my house, the strong smell of pancakes whiffed into my nose and my stomach growled. It was as if I haven’t eaten in a year. The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs echoed louder than usual. “Dan-” Mom sweet voice said, but was cut off with the moaning and grunting of pain.
“Mom?” I yelled in concern, racing towards the stairs and finding her. She was in her night dress, which was unusual for her since it was already twelve in the afternoon. Her pretty face was contorted and slicked with sweat. She had a tumbleweed on her head. Her slender fingers grasped the stair case rail and her other hand clutched her stomach as she was in midstep. I ran up to her, rubbing her shoulder and helping her get down the stairs as Weston followed suit.
We lead her to the couch and she sighed, slowly getting onto the couch. “Mom,” I whispered, my voice scrunched up. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, it’s nothing. Just food poisoning,” she said, waving it off.
“Mom, none of us got food poisoning but you?” I questioned. “It’s not right.
“Baby, I just ate some bad sushi after the party was over. It was my fault,” she answered with a sigh.
“Do you want me to get anything, Ella?” Weston offered, patting my mother’s hand.
“Oh, no, it’s alright. I just hope you didn’t tell her yet.”
“Nope. Kept your promise.”
“What is it?” I almost yelled, if it weren’t for my mother being sick. I sat on the couch opposite of her and looked into her eyes.
“Baby, I know you know of things called ‘werewolves’,” My mother said. “And I’m here to tell you that – how would I say it? I guess there is no easy way. My family – the Wrodes – are the strongest line of werewolves out there, We are the biggest ‘pack’ in the whole entire nation. So that means, we come from a long line of werewolves – strong werewolves. We were second to the Healers. Therefore every Alpha, Beta, and regular werewolves must bow down to our throne. But let’s not be vain, we are friends. We respect each other,” She finished, adding air quotations at needed places. She chuckled nervously at my pale expression. Weston stood back, not interrupting the talk my mother had just given me.
“So, that means you’re a werewolf. Darren is too. And now you’re saying that I’m one?” I paused, my hand shaking. I started to laugh awkwardly. “This must be one sick dream.”
“It isn’t. In fact, I never thought you were going to change. You were such a late bloomer, baby. Sometimes, the lucky Wrodes never become a werewolf. I was hoping you’d be one of them and live a normal life,” Mom frowned slightly.
“And you hid this from me for my whole entire life?” I said, my voice raising up.
“Understand baby, it’s prohibited for us to actually acknowledge you about the existence of werewolves until you encounter one or until you become one.”
Weston cleared his throat and began awkwardly, “Ella, she’s the one.”
My mother sat up in her chair abrupt, her eyes going wide. “No,” she whispered.
“Mom, what’s going on?” I said slowly, afraid of what is going to happen next.
“Baby, go on into your room. I have to call your grandfather,” mom said, bringing a shaking hand toward her mouth in shock.
“Mom, I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going on!”
“Oh, you’re finally home,” Darren’s voice rang out. He noticed my appearance and a scowl formed on his face at the sight of me wearing Weston’s shirt and Weston being shirtless. Let me tell you, it wasn’t a good sight. “What the ****? Did you touch my sister? Bro, didn’t I warn you?”
He began walking towards Weston while Weston stood up straighter, his eyes still fixated on me. Tears streamed down my face as I watched the events unfold in front of me.
“Why is she crying?” Darren said, his nose already touching Weston’s own. He pointed to me and said, “Did you get her pregnant? How many times do I have to remind you kids there is such a things as birth control and condoms? Shit. I’m too young to become an Uncle!”
When Weston was about to protest and my brother pulled his fist back, I slowly said, “You guys – you guys lied to me? All my life, I’ve been lied to? It’s been a big joke? I was in the dark this whole time. Just a mere third party? You never felt the reason to tell me about the Wrodes’ Secret?”
I sniffed and began running up the stairs, ignoring the calling of my mom, the shocked look of Darren, and Weston’s chase after me. Before Weston reached the top of the stairs, I shut my bedroom door closed and leaned against it, sliding down toward the cold floor.
My whole world swayed around me. Do you know how it feels to be in the dark? A secret hidden to you because you weren’t one of them? Especially if it were your family? I couldn’t suppress the shock I was going through.
Just when I wiped the cloud of tears away and began to ignore the banging on my door from Weston, a glint under my table lamp caught my eye. I stood up slowly, walking cautiously toward a plate on my desk. As I neared it, I saw a dark brown bottle on a single porcelain plate that came from my brother’s party. And written on the plate in dark red ink that was recognizable and a hazard from ten thousand miles away was, “See how easy it was to get to your loved ones? Careful what you eat, darling. You’re just lucky your moms a werewolf and could handle the poison put in her food. – TSB (:”
And that was my breaking point. With a grunt, I grabbed the plate and threw it across my room with strength I never knew I had. I watched as the porcelain plate shattered, the pieces falling to ground like my life was.