Chapter 150

-Alex's POV-

The entire room went silent after the word left my mouth. Delores tilted her head to the side, staring at me like I had two heads. "What?"

I was still numb from shock. Everything was suddenly spiraling. I had to be the effect of the magic messing with my head because if it wasn't, this woman was my mother. They were the exact replica of each other. I stepped closer and she instantly raised her hand, and I felt the headache again, "Don't try to do anything funny. Your kind might think you are superior but I am a very powerful witch."

The intensity of the spell increased and it felt like I would pass out. I managed to get out, "My mother, Elora. You look just like her."

The pain stopped suddenly and Delores was the one with the shocked expression now, "You are lying. Elora died. There is no way she had a child."

She took a step backwards like she was seeing me for the first time, really seeing me, "Your eyes."

Then she shook her head, "It can't be."

Agnes and Fiona were staring quietly at the drama unfolding because truly it was drama. I never knew any of my mother's family members. In my little boy's brain, all she made me believe was that me and my father were her only family, which was why she had a lot of love for me. Not my father. Me.

And now she had a sister? Who was a witch? How then was she a werewolf? I didn't understand and apparently neither did Delores because she was staring at me like I was a ghost.

My mother's ghost.

A beat of silence passed before Delores spoke again, the words directed at the other witches in the room, "Leave us."

With one last look at me, they turned and left. Silence followed, this time I broke it, "My mother was your sister."

know if it was

"Was?" She asked me.

a sigh, "She

watched her die. How do you exist, how did she survive? Why didn't

had a more important question, "How are you a witch

and had us. My father chose to leave his people and live amongst the witches. They all saw what my mother saw

it clicked. The attack must have come from my father's pack a long time ago and somehow my mother didn't really die. He took her, she must have felt like she owed him her life and

my mother seeping through, "My father was a horrible man. If she ever did want to come back, he would never have let her

she was trying to process her thoughts as

staring at the face of the woman that had loved me endlessly but her eyes were different, the same color but

"Why are you here? History or

told the other witches, I just want my wolf back," I explained, my voice firm. "There is a war coming and in order to protect the woman I love and my children, I need him back.

same color as my mother's. Then she let out a sigh, "I do not do favors without getting something in return no matter

I nodded.

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Chapter 150

back, but if he is lost, for him to return,

reality, she began to back away, "I will find you once I have acquired the materials. I will have

but didn't give

wondered what her early life would have been like. She must have

presence like she was here,

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