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 …

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

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

I reminded myself

get suitable clothes for the

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

in memories or to mourn ;

approached the master bedroom , I noticed the door was slightly

to push it open , a sound froze my steps

in my throat as I slowly peered

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seemed

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

decided to find out what

side of the massive bed and gasped slightly when I saw my mother sitting on the

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

and her eyes were swollen

that losing 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

and immediately the chuckling ceased and her gaze shifted from nostalgia

to get something suitable for Dad … for his burial

I stammered , with

She said nothing .

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

she tried to stand with her heavily pregnant form

a

for the bedpost instead , she pulled herself up

taking

I followed after her still

? I’m sorry … please just tell me how to fix it , I promise I’ll do

me and continued walking to the door

the tears that pooled at the

doorway, I noticed Clarissa

saying a word to her

looked away , hoping to hide the tears in my

anything to

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

, she sank onto the bed , running a hand over the quilt on

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

finish the sentence , but

her , and for a

Guilt – tripping

lost her mate , her best friend plus

The pack healers .

hitting her harder than anyone expected and

lowering my

… ” I struggled , finding the

to say

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

with me .

”

anything

say anything

, she pointed to the rocking chair in the corner