272 Meeting My Mother
272 Meeting My Mother
Calvin’s gaze stayed fixed on her face, his jaw tight with pain. “No healer has been able to help her,” he murmured. “They’ve tried everything. For ten years.”
There was silence… then a jolt of surprise.
He nodded, smiling warmly at me. “I came because I thought it was time we met properly,” he continued. “Also, I would like to request that you give me the opportunity of taking you to dinner someday.”
He paused like he wanted to say more but ended up just nodding back before heading off in the opposite direction.
This was the fifth man who had asked me to dinner, and it was already beginning to
suffocate me.
2
When he finally left, I exhaled quietly and made my way back to my room.
“I can’t wait to really meet you one day. To hear your voice.”
“I wanted to ask about Nora and Lolita. My handmaids. Are they… still there?”
Dressed casually in a dark shirt and fitted jeans, with a calm, confident look that made it hard to guess he was an Alpha. He looked like he was in his mid–twenties, with neat dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and eyes that seemed to observe everything without missing a beat.
“Not yet,” he said softly. “You’re still learning. You don’t even know the full range of what you’re capable of. If anything goes wrong…” His voice trailed off, but I saw the fear in his eyes.
But it didn’t feel silly for long.
I swallowed back the lump in my throat.
“Good morning,” I greeted, rising to my feet.
“I have a few meetings to attend,” he said quietly. “Pack matters. I’ll come check on you later, alright?”
“Morning,” he replied as he stepped further into the room. “How was your night?”
272 Meeting My Mother
The room was dimly lit by a few flickering candles placed around the corners. It was silent… heavy… like time stood still here.
I gave him a small nod, still watching him carefully. “You too, Alpha Joel”
I felt a smile tug at the corner of my lips.
I sat on the edge of my bed, replaying her peaceful face in my mind when a soft knock pulled me out of my thoughts.
Fear of losing me.
I blinked rapidly and ended the link before I’d do something silly.
It overwhelmed me.
“I owe you an apology,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “I wasn’t able to make it to your welcome celebration. I was caught up in urgent matters at my pack. I hope you’ll forgive my absence.”
Calvin stood beside me, his voice low. “Meet our mother.”
And in the center, was a bed.
A maid peeked in.
“Yes. I miss them.”
He paused.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
I took a breath and focused.
Fear of losing her completely.
I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was anxious but also… strangely eager. He led the way, and I followed him through a quiet hallway. The air grew cooler the deeper we walked, and the walls dimmed with shadow as we turned into a passage I hadn’t seen before.
I gave a faint smile.
men a
“Then I’ll send them to you immediately. Just tell the men at the border to let them through.”
272 Meeting My Mother
Finally, we reached a door at the
I smiled and lied, “It was great.”
very
end.
“Alright,” I said, smoothing my hair. “I’ll be there in a moment.”
My chest ached. Ten years of being like this.
How was I supposed to survive this life?
Calvin flashed me a weak smile before leading me out of the room.
I turned to him slowly. “What if I try? What if I use my abilities? Maybe I can reach her. Maybe I can pull her back.”
My breath caught.
Too much.
I nodded, understanding. I wasn’t ready yet–not if trying meant risking everything.
My breath caught in my throat as I drew closer.
“I promise,” I whispered, “I’ll bring you back. Just hold on a little longer.”
“Hi,” I whispered, my thumb brushing lightly over her fingers. “I’m Olivia… your daughter. I’ve waited so long to meet you.” 2.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you. I just…”
I turned back to her and stepped closer to the bed. Slowly, I reached out and gently took her hand in mine. It was warm.
His voice came softly. “Yeah… they’re still here.”
I blinked through the sting in my eyes. “Can’t she be healed?” I asked quietly.
A big smile spread across my face. For a moment, I didn’t feel so alone anymore.
“Anything for you, Oli,” Lennox replied gently.
My heart began to pound fast and loud, like it was trying to escape my chest. A fluttery sensation stirred in my stomach, wild and uncontrollable… like butterflies taking
flight.
272 Meeting My Mother
I blinked, confused. “Alpha Joel?”
Then… a silly thought crossed
my
mind.
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