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 .

everyone , he was a good man …

through the hallway , trying not to get overwhelmed by the

in the sitting room , barking orders at m Family dinners that revolved around their perfect daughter Clarissa and more complaints about me … the scent of his cologne still clung faintly to the

, I

get suitable clothes for the funeral and

mantra in my head , heading for the stairs that led

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

bedroom , I noticed the door was slightly

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

caught in my throat

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– tripping grief

seemed empty

to walk in the

, I decided to find out what

gasped slightly when I saw my mother sitting on the ground , crossed – legged , flipping through

every so often to laugh or make one weird noise

and her eyes were swollen and red

your mate- the pain , was worse than rejection and as someone who had experienced what it means to be rejected , I had

immediately the chuckling ceased and her gaze shifted from nostalgia

I just came to get something suitable for Dad

stammered , with a trembling

She said nothing .

deliberate slowness that felt like she

groaned as she tried to stand with

I stepped forward to help but a sharp glare from

instead , she pulled herself

walked past me taking the photo album with

Mom , please , I followed

me

ignored me and continued walking to

tears that pooled at the corner of my eyes

doorway, I noticed

by without saying a

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

didn’t say anything to

– his reading glasses on the nightstand , the watch he always forgot to wear , his favourite sweater draped over

onto the bed , running a hand over the quilt

, she said softly , tears gathering in her

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

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

– tripping grief

, her best friend plus carrying

The pack healers .

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

bit my lip , lowering my gaze to the

… ” I

painful to

to help her , but it’s like she

with me .

”

anything

didn’t say

a few more seconds of silence , she pointed to the rocking chair in the corner of the