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 .

, he was a good man … except for me

hallway , trying not to get overwhelmed by the memories that rushed to

his favourite chair in the sitting room , barking orders at m Family dinners that revolved around their perfect daughter Clarissa and more complaints about me …

, I

clothes for the funeral and

heading for the stairs that led to the master bedroom

to wallow in memories or to mourn ; I’d done that enough already …

approached the master bedroom , I noticed the door was slightly ajar

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

throat as I slowly peered

14:46

–

seemed

and was about to walk

, I decided to find out

, I got to the other side of the massive bed and gasped slightly when

traced the photos as she flipped through the pages , pausing every so often to laugh or make one weird noise

were streaked with dried tears and her

rejection and as someone who had experienced what it means to be rejected , I had an idea of how my mother

she finally looked up and immediately the chuckling ceased and her gaze shifted from nostalgia to

get something suitable for Dad … for his

, with a

She said nothing .

the photo album with a deliberate slowness that felt like she was contemplating harming me before attempting to

she tried to stand with her heavily pregnant form

a

for the bedpost instead , she pulled herself up

past me taking

I followed after her still keeping my

I’m sorry … please just tell me how to fix it ,

she ignored me and continued

gaze fighting the tears

the doorway, I noticed Clarissa was standing

by without saying a word

quickly looked away , hoping to hide the tears in my eyes

anything to me

, her fingers brushing against father’s belongings – his reading glasses on the nightstand , the watch he always forgot to

running

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

she couldn’t finish the sentence , but she didn’t need to

her , and for a moment , we sat in silence

–

her best friend plus carrying a baby doesn’t make

The pack healers .

in deep grief – it’s hitting her harder than anyone expected and they said it’ll take time , but she’ll come

lip , lowering my gaze

I struggled , finding

painful to say aloud

her , but

with me .

”

anything

didn’t say

to the rocking chair in the