Not Your Mate Anymore.

THE NEWBORN.

They say we can conquer fear with experience. It’s the strongest and most experienced who fall the hardest with that illusion. Something easily dealt with the rational fear you mean, if you can identify the cause and remove it.

You remove the fear, but genuine fear has no cause; it is consistently present with no identifiable source or measurable limits; Cannot be simulated or neither can it consistently conceal because it is not an emotion; it is an instinct.

Like an army of insects, it crawls all over your body, paralyzing you. For no matter how hard we try, we cannot escape our instincts.

This darkness seeped into my soul and broke me apart; my deepest fear came to pass.

This is my instinct; this is my worst fear; it came true, and even worse, my father is dead.

Angelica is dead.

I roared furiously as the entire building shook like an earthquake.

I needed to find the killer who took away my loved ones. Intruders, who had the smell of rogues, attacked me.

I yanked my claws from their bodies and tore them apart; in front of me were the bodies of thousands of people.

I cried out, with tears pouring down my cheeks.

I cried as I swung around into my human form in front of Angelica with my naked body and held her head, which was torn apart from her body.

I cried out in pain as the building shook nonstop. I hugged her head to my chest. Blood dripped down my eyes as I cried bitterly and roared loudly to the moon above me.

I was desperate to get married to her, but she was dead, and the only scent I sniffed around her was a strange rotten smell.

I tried following the scent, but I couldn’t perceive it; the killer left his or her scent behind.

I vowed to kill him.

I was going to find this killer who killed the very people that I loved so much, and this would be my goal.

A year passed, and my uncle took over the empire and the pack. I was told to take my father’s place, but I refused.

I didn’t want to take over a seat; everyone wanted him dead. I was going to kill the person who killed Angelica and my father in cold blood. I will never forget the scent of that bastard. He was going to pay with his life for doing that to my loved ones.

The rest of my family survived because they were not entirely present at the party and were busy serving our guests and decorating the house. While some of them injured themselves, they still survived.

However, out of ten of my cousins, two of them died; I nearly depressed my family for over six months; the duplex, which was once a happy place, became a graveyard; and within some time, everyone pulled themselves together, planning to build up their lives once again, and the first thing on everyone’s mind was to take revenge on the killer who killed our people.

I suffered from eating disorders, got depressed, and lost a lot of weight. Mateo was among my family members, who were mostly close to me and tried as best as possible to console me.

I was turning into something else, a cold Alpha, and they took me to different places for therapy, and little by little, I began regaining my strength, working out, and trying as much as possible not to lose my sanity.

Every night, I kept seeing my father and Angelica in cold blood. I still could not forget that night.

I’ve had lots of nightmares concerning that night, which is why I try as much as possible to be with my loved ones so I could be the Alpha I once was.

Will I be able to stand on my feet? Would it be best I commit suicide and just end everything?

At this point in my life, every second, every minute, an hour became a struggle for me and got mad at a point.

Frightened and hoping I don’t lose my sanity.

On my nineteenth birthday, my aunt, Rose, had just given birth to a baby girl with shining blue eyes.

The moment I saw her cute round, soft face, my heart abruptly swelled with so much happiness I could not explain.

I fell in love with this child and vowed to protect her at all costs because the pheromones she was releasing made the family have this suspicion that she was going to be an Omega, but we didn’t care; after all, we value Omegas and don’t mistreat them. No matter how or what gender that wolf was, we treat all of them equally.

Seeing this little girl brightened my future and made me think of an alternative path in life. We could still fight for the future and that not all hope is lost.

Since Aunty Rose’s daughter died on Angelica’s birthday, she hasn’t been herself; at least having this child will bring light to her life again.

Amazed at this little baby’s presence in our home; once again, there was laughter and excitement, but deep down, we were sad, yet this baby became our source of hope and happiness, which melted our hearts, and I can’t explain why that happened.

For the first time in my life, I was happy to put a smile on my face again.

“She is so beautiful,” one of my cousins named Elaena, exclaimed.

“Pretty,” Liam added. ‘What should we name her?’

“North.” I blurted it out, and everyone looked at me.

I was shocked at what just came out of my lips.

I had never thought of such a name before, and to my surprise, it sounded absolutely amazing.

I smiled and looked at the beautiful baby girl, an Omega who was just new to the family in my aunt’s arms.

“Why did you choose that name?” Aunt Rose smiled at me with a question.

“I just…just…love the name.” I confessed with a smile. I didn’t exactly know why I loved it, but I did.

“For the first time, I’ve seen so much happiness in your face,” Ava joined in.

“Yeah, you are right.” The others agreed, and I gave a small smile and looked over at the baby again.

“North Vayrian should be her name; the princess of the Vanara Pack is North Vayrian.” I declared it openly, and everyone seemed amazed at how I brought up the name and they loved it.

Our newborn baby girl has become North Vayrian since that day and we have warmly welcomed her into the family.

Unconsciously, which I can’t exactly explain, I became overprotective of her and made sure anyone did not hurt or bully her; I always provided anything she needed or wanted, and I made myself stand by her and even dress her up most times for special occasions.

I don’t know if it is because of the trauma I went through because of my father and my mate’s death, yet I made a vow that no one was going to take whatever I loved away from me ever again.

I’m broken inside; that dark hole was still in me, but North became my source of joy, and I adored her like my little sister and spoiled her rotten.