The Alpha's Unwanted Guilt | DISCONTINUED

2.01 | a new start

“I have wiped the slate clean,
No more reminders from the past.
Memories of what I have been,
Have vanished at long last.
I look forward to my future new,
Where all is territory strange.
Soon I will be among the few,
That plans their life at long range.”

-A NEW START
By- Bernard Shaw

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2.01 | a new start

-Rosalita-

“Yeah dad, we're safe,” Maria said, sighing. “The flight was great. Yup. No, Alisha did not attack anyone…” she said looking at our who was currently having a stare down with Aiden over a piece of cake.

“...yet.” Maria concluded, looking nervously between the two, afraid that they'll bite each other's head off for a bite a cake anytime soon.

“Thank you, dad,” she said, smiling.

That thank you was probably for the birthday wish he would have given her.

It is our birthday today and my father called to wish us. I picked up the call so he wished me first. But he talked longer to Maria. Much longer than he talked to me. It's kind of always like that. She's his favourite daughter.

Not that I'm jealous or anything. It just feels kind of sad when you know that both of your parents would choose your sister if they had two between you two, in a heartbeat.

“How's momya? Okay ba siya?” She asked.

[How's mummy? Is she okay?]

“I wish we could talk to her…” she said and I had to go out of the room at this point because I couldn't hear anymore of the conversation without breaking down.

Our mother. The strongest and the most beautiful female I've seen in my life. My life support. My mentor. The person who always believed in me and listened to me and understood me at every point. Both of us love her with all we have and neither one of us are anything without her.

She's our strength, yet our weakness.

And that's what my prick of an uncle exploited. He hurt my mother. He could have hurt anyone one of us, but he chose to hurt her. It was like hurting the aorta when you could have hurt any other artery in the body.

We saved her, thankfully. But she's in coma.

Another reason for us to come here was that it was very hard for us to see in the hospital bed all the time... attached to machines, pale...fighting for her life.

Everytime we went to see her, we cried.

But she's still with us...and that's what matters.

We wanted to bring her with us. But she's still in Philippines because everyone around us told us that the Luna has maximum powers and chances of healing in her own pack. If we take her away, she'd become weak and won't be able to recover.

If I could, I would ask God to take away every ounce of my energy and give it to her.

If I could, I would make everything alright and bring my entire family together.

If I could…

Looking down at my folded hands, I noticed a few droplets of water on it. It was then that I realised that I had been crying.

Scoffing mentally, I wiped of my tears. So much for not wanting to cry, huh?

I craned my neck to look into the living room and I saw Maria hanging up the phone. She stood silently for a few seconds before she hastily turned around and pretended to wash the utensils.