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

, barking orders at m Family dinners that revolved around their perfect daughter Clarissa and more complaints about me

, I reminded

for the

my head , heading for the stairs that led to the master bedroom

here to wallow in memories or to mourn ; I’d

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

it open , a sound froze my steps – soft chuckling ,

throat as I

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bedroom seemed empty

hearing things , I entered the bedroom this time and was about to walk in the direction of the closet when the soft , almost muffled chuckling

decided to find out

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

as she flipped through the pages , pausing every so often to laugh or

and her eyes were swollen and

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

up and immediately the chuckling ceased and her

to get something suitable for Dad … for

with a trembling

She said nothing .

that felt like she

stand with her

a sharp glare from her

instead , she pulled herself up , panting

walked past me taking the photo

please , I followed after her still keeping my distance

? I’m sorry … please just tell me how

she ignored me and continued walking

gaze fighting the tears that

reached the doorway, I noticed Clarissa was

saying a word to her

to hide the tears in my eyes but Clarissa

say anything to me at first

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

onto the bed , running a

been here , she said softly , tears gathering in her eyes

Since … since father … ” she couldn’t finish

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

Guilt –

her best friend plus carrying a baby

The pack healers .

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

, lowering my gaze

… ” I struggled

painful to say

to help her , but it’s

with me .

”

anything

didn’t say anything

seconds of silence , she pointed to