The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

96 Guilt – tripping grief …

Lyla

It was nearly dusk when I arrived at the pack house and the first time I would be going home since I arrived at Blue Ridge .

I hesitated at the door , taking in a deep breath .

I didn’t know what to expect from my mother .

Did she hate me less now ?

I glanced over my shoulder at the two pack warriors Beta Jeremy had insisted I come with , their presence felt comforting alright but I knew I had to face whatever was waiting for me inside the house .

“ Wait here , I managed to say to them .

“ I won’t be long ”

They nodded quietly and stood to one side of the terrace .

I took another deep breath again before knocking .

After a few seconds , the heavy door creaked open revealing one of the pack

servants .

It was our housekeeper .

As soon as she saw me , she opened the door wider and bowed her head in greeting .

“ Miss Lyla .

”

“ Good evening .

I flashed her an uneasy smile looking past her shoulders .

“ Are my mother and my sister around ? ”

“ Miss Clarissa went for a walk around the Packhouse to clear her head , while your mother is resting in the bedroom .

Should I tell her you’re here ? ”

“ No ! ” I said quickly , feeling relieved somewhat .

“ Let’s not disturb her .

I only came to get an important thing for my dad’s funeral and will be out in no time .

”

I entered the house , stopping to respond to the greetings of the few domestic staff who passed by or were working silently in the background .

The atmosphere in the house felt depressing .

Everyone I passed had a sombre look on their face .

They were all mourning for my father .

good man … except for me

hallway , trying not to get overwhelmed by the memories that

in the sitting room , barking orders at m Family dinners that revolved around their perfect

, I reminded

get suitable clothes for the funeral and

heading for the stairs that led to the master

; I’d done that enough already

the door was slightly

out to push it open , a sound froze my steps – soft chuckling ,

in my throat

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Guilt – tripping

bedroom seemed

to walk in the direction of the closet when the soft ,

decided to find out what it was

I got to the other side of the massive bed and gasped slightly when I saw my mother sitting

laugh or make one weird noise , though it sounded more

dried tears and her eyes were

the pain , was worse than rejection and as someone who had experienced what it means to be rejected , I had an idea of

the chuckling ceased and her gaze shifted from nostalgia to pure hatred that made me involuntarily take a

… I just came to get something suitable for Dad … for his burial

, with a trembling voice

She said nothing .

felt like she

stand with her heavily

a sharp glare from

instead , she pulled

taking the photo album with

followed after her still keeping

talk ? I’m sorry … please just tell me how to

me and continued

tears

reached the doorway, I

by without saying a word to her

hoping to hide the tears in my eyes but

anything to me

just walked around the room slowly , her fingers brushing against father’s belongings – his reading glasses on the nightstand ,

she sank onto the bed , running a

the first time I’ve been here , she said softly , tears

she couldn’t finish the sentence , but

sat down beside her , and for a moment , we sat in

– tripping grief

best friend plus carrying a baby doesn’t make it easier

The pack healers .

that she’s in deep grief – it’s hitting her harder than anyone expected and they said it’ll take

, lowering my

just … ” I struggled , finding the words

painful to say

, but

with me .

”

anything

say

silence , she pointed to the rocking chair in the corner of the bedroom