Fire & Fangs (GXG)

Chapter 23 - The Calm Before the Storm

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TW: FLUFF! Hehehe

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POV: Alcina

Eyes fluttering, I awoke to the sensations of my own beating heart which filled me with warmth. I had previously thought I would never again hear its melodic rhythm, but Andrada's and I's mating has brought forth things long since lost.

I was currently covered by the silk sheets that adorned our bed, but when I reached over to confirm the presence of said mate...

She wasn't there.

My sleep addled brain could not think of why Andrada would not be in bed with me.

Maybe she got an early start on the day?

I hope I did not cause any strife because of yesterday's conflict...

Yesterday was very stressful and the thought that Andrada was keeping things from me rankled me in a way that brought out my burning anger that slept where the beast lay. I could not fathom why on earth she would not just tell me of her suspicions at the time, but when I thought back on her words, I saw that the information she kept from her probably would have fallen on deaf ears. I knew I was a very meticulous woman, so her having no proof would have done nothing for me.

I groaned and ran my hands down my face in agitation.

Why was I agitated?

I was agitated at myself for a number of things...

I was agitated because of my stubbornness.

I was agitated at my lack of attention.

I was agitated at my own failures because of who I was fundamentally.

Ever since Andrada has come into my life, I have put the work I was supposed to be doing for Mother Miranda on the lowest priority of the tasks I do. I was supposed to be fulfilling her order to the T, but I had found something that had warmed my cold heart.

Wouldn't Mother Miranda want me to be happy?

That was a question I did not know the answer to.

I was loyal to Mother Miranda, prophet to the Black god. She was the woman who gave me a second chance at life and gifted me with three beautiful daughters who I loved with every fiber of my being. I had admired the larger than life woman since my re-life, but my priorities were starting to shift because of my mate.

"Stuck between two worlds..." I mumbled.

Mother Miranda was someone I could relate to because she was a devoted mother who did everything in her power for her child. It was heartbreaking to see her every time one of her rituals failed, but she was a persistent being who stopped for nothing.

Not even for us.

The Lords.

Her...

Other children.

Mother Miranda may call us her children, but by the black god, we were only strangers to one another who played house while she holed herself up in her dwelling. She only worked on her experiments and her ultimate goal of reviving her dead daughter.

Eva.

Eva was her name, but that was all I knew of the lost child.

Mother Miranda would not talk of her daughter and would lash out when anyone brought her up. She was like a wild animal who only had one sole focus, but everyone around her suffered for it because nothing was ever enough.