I'm still in disbelief about the fact that my mother is dead. A memory replays in my head when I was eight years old and I travelled far in the valley where the meadow was about to end and I found the most beautiful purple flower. I didn't realize that anyone was looking for me until I heard my name being called in the distance and a dark brown figure appeared coming closer and closer.
"Mommy!" I remember squealing with delight and her expression wasn't so happy.
"Why'd you go so far? You could've been hurt!" She scolded me, and I put my face down in shame. My mother was the worrier in the Fray family and my father was usually the one to let us do as we please because he believed it helped us be more independent.
"You're so brave," she whispers and then runs towards the heart of the meadow and jumping up and down. She turns to me and opens her arms wide and I run to them with pleasure. She spun me around and around both of us with wide smiles and open hearts. Then she put me down and we both fell onto the floor and started laughing uncontrollably. I hold my mother's hand and she squeezes it acknowledging my hand's prescence and we both look towards the sky. I'll never forget the day my mom wasn't the worrier of the Fray family and we played around. That's how I want to remember her because she is my best friend. Not Melody, Eclipse, Jennifer, and Dawn but my mother who's always been here for me through thick and thin despite what I'd say to her or when we'd argue and I'd slam the door in her face. She was the only solid rock I could count on to be there for me through any problems and now.... now she's gone and I wasn't able to say goodbye. Being aware of it all gripped my heart, the pain worse than any pain I've ever felt. I don't know what to do anymore or whether my life has meaning or purpose.
What if mating with Alec was the cause of my mother's death? What if it's really bad luck being with him? It stings to even think about it like that because whether I'd like to admit it or deny it, I'm in love with him and in six more months we're going to have kids together.
"Come here," Alec's soft voice doesn't help it rather makes me feel colder. All I feel right now is emptiness like a piece of my soul was ripped away and my mother took it along with her when she died. I wanted to get out of here.
"Alec," I turn to him and he was sitting on the seat by my study desk, his arms open for me. And for the first time since I met him, I didn't want to be on those arms. I wanted to be in my mother's arms and for her to hold me and stroke my hair and tell me everything is going to be okay and she'll handle it. However, nothing is 'okay' and I don't think it's ever going to be okay again.
"Alec. I want my mom." I confess because it's the only thing I wanted to say to anyone listening. I couldn't exactly escape to my house because she's not there or any part of town for that matter because I don't know where her body is. They probably buried her already.
"Valentina co-"
"I don't want to come here! I want my mother! Why is she dead?! Why isn't she here?! Why do I still love you even after everything? If I didn't meet you, I could've gotten the chance to say goodbye to her." I shouted. I didn't mean for all of this to come out but it did and it opened my floodgates because that's how I felt. I do blame him. Right now, I wish he never existed so I could've spent the last days with her. An image of her flashes through my mind; her dark brown skin, her strong bodybuilder arms that I swore were meant for a man, her chubby cheeks that perfectly tucked in her thick pink lips, and her warm hazel eyes that anyone would fall in love with.
Alec gets up and starts towards me but every step he took towards me, I take a step back. I didn't want to be touched or pitied.
"I just want to be alone." I tell him curtly. He walks towards the door and I stop him holding the doorknob before he could get to it.
"Just stay here. I want to walk around for a while." He huffs and with a whish and a lot of air blown in my face he's gone. Not a single sight of him anywhere in the room. He's just... gone.
I walk out of the room and into the pin drop silent hallway. My eyes catch sight of a wooden, rotting door at the end of the hallway and I walk towards it. It seemed to be pulling me towards it and I was letting it. When I open the door, hot, smelly air rushes to my face and into my nose and I find stairs curving around and around until it leads to another door. When I open it I find some kind of private jail. There is a leak on the ceiling with water dripping onto the ground with a splat, the bars of the cell is rusty and ancient and the floor is ridden with moss and rat droppings.
Once I realize there is no one here I open the door to leave and go back into the room.
"Stop." A voice calls and it's very soft and weak. I walk back inside and close the door behind me. Someone is in that cell.
"Who's there?" I make sure to keep my distance. Whoever is in there is there for a reason.
"Hello, darling. You are so much beautiful in person." A hand appears in the dim light, wrapped around a bar of the cell. The hand is frail with a lot of veins and very dirty.
"Who are you?" I take a few steps closer to at least see the face and she gets closer to and I can immediately see the resemblance. Under all that dirt and grime the connection is so clear.
"I'm Alec, Danaya and Apollo's mother and you are my older son's mate. It's nice to meet you, Valentina."
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The Alpha's Twins
WerewolfValentina Fray. Alec Bayard. "She feels unwanted, yet she continues to give him everything. Stripping herself bare till there is nothing left but her soul to give." What if enough isn't enough. Can people change? Even the most beautifully ruthless...