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 …

not to get overwhelmed by the memories that rushed to

room , barking orders at m Family dinners that revolved around their

I

suitable clothes for

in my head , heading for the stairs that led to the

or to mourn ; I’d done that

noticed the door was slightly ajar , which was

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

breath caught in my throat as I slowly peered

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Guilt – tripping grief …

seemed

time and was about to walk in the direction of the closet when the soft , almost muffled chuckling reached my ears

find out what

come from , I got to the other side of the massive bed and gasped slightly when I saw my mother sitting on the ground ,

every so often to laugh or make one weird noise , though it sounded

and her eyes were swollen and red from crying

your mate- the pain , was worse than rejection and as someone who had experienced what it means to be rejected , I had an idea of how my mother felt right now

immediately the chuckling ceased and her gaze

to get something suitable for Dad

with a trembling

She said nothing .

slowness that felt like she was

to stand

I stepped forward to help but a sharp glare from her made

bedpost instead , she pulled herself up

walked past me taking the photo album

I followed after her

me

ignored me and continued walking to

tears that

I noticed Clarissa

mother passed by without saying a word

hide the tears in my eyes but Clarissa entered

to me

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

running

been here , she said softly , tears gathering

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

crossed the room and sat down beside her , and for a

– tripping

her best friend plus

The pack healers .

her harder than anyone expected and they said it’ll take time , but she’ll come back to us eventually

my lip , lowering my

… ” I struggled , finding the words

to

to help her , but it’s like she doesn’t want

with me .

”

anything

say

she pointed to