His Estranged Mate

CHAPTER 30: Godmother!!

CATRINA

I walk into my room, in my new home feeling distressed about the turn of events in the past two days. A couple of days ago when I woke up to find Connor gone, I never suspected that we would be fighting in the next few days and I would be rejecting his claim on me.

In the midst of all these things, it never occurred to me how easily I accepted Connor's heritage, my step-brother's heritage and most importantly my family's heritage.

The knock on the door of this room startles me. I quickly rush to open the door while tightening the woolly jacket around my body.

My mother stands on the other side of the door with a cup of what smells like hot chocolate in her hands and a small smile on her face as she waits for me to welcome her into my room.

Feeling quite uncomfortable to see my mother now when I know the reason behind her suffering, I offer a small smile of hesitance and let her come in.

"You didn't have to come up here. I would've come into the kitchen," I say, in an effort to initiate a conversation with her. I watch my mother as she enters the room and then places the cup on the coffee table and taking a seat on the couch.

She doesn't reply to me and continues surveying my room when her gaze lands on my bag of clothes.

"You have only that much belongings?" she asks, pointing towards the bag and then turns to look at me with a surprisingly warm expression.

"Yes," I reply.

"Why? You were adopted, yes? Surely you must have some things as a souvenir," she asks, genuinely confused about the size of my bag.

I shrug and let out a sigh, not wanting my mother to feel any guiltier that she already feels.

"My adopted family kind of started regretting me after they had their own child. My adoptive sister, she was jealous of me for being called as the eldest daughter and therefore, claimed as her right on all of the St. Clair's property," I say, trying to keep a lid on my emotions.

My mother's eyes widen and then she raises her brows as if trying to think the how and why of this situation.

"Did they ever hurt you?" she asks.

Her question immediately brings back the memories of how my parents had indirectly shunned me out of their lives when they found out about my pregnancy. I used to be all alone then, my parents neither my sister wanting to talk to me. My parents felt ashamed of having a daughter pregnant out of wedlock and my sister, she was happy to live like I didn't exist.

I blink several times and then focus on my mother to find her waiting patiently for me to reply.

"I have to tell you something. I know that you already know about it but I want to tell you myself," I say, remembering that Cayden told her but she won't discuss it with me until I tell her myself.

So, taking a deep breath and fisting my hands in my lap, I utter out those painful words which always bring back the memories of that horrific night when I saw so much blood and felt so much pain.

By the time I finish my story, I have tears flowing along my cheeks and my head buried in my mother's chest and she caresses my back in slow comforting circles. Her soft lulling voice somehow giving me the strength to look back at her.

"You are very strong, rebenok," she says and somehow that endearment sounds very loving. When Connor's father addressed me with it, it somehow made me feel like a bug but with my mom, it makes me feel cherished. I absorb the feeling starving to feel loved and wanted.