My Alpha is her mate

Ch.4 ~ Painful revelation

Gillian’s POV

I thought about the day Luna Verona kicked me out of her house. The day I made it my mission to look for my mother. It was hard growing up with one parent who wanted nothing to do with the other. I must give dad credit. He hid my mother’s identity well, and it took me two years to find her in the only place I was dreading to enter my whole life.

The door opened when I was about to knock and stared at the woman who gave birth to me, the woman who looks annoyed rather than being happy to see me.

“I am sure your father is turning in his ashes at this moment.” Mom said with her stern voice.

I looked at her creased forehead. “Why did you leave him?” I asked, feeling her bitterness crawling across my skin.

She motioned for me to follow her. The smell of wet paint engulfed my nostrils as I followed her through the semi-dark passage. We arrived in the room that she unlocked with a spell. It felt as if I reacquainted my soul with a force that needed this for so long. She let me sit on an old wooden chair. “So, mom, it’s true, you are a witch?” I asked. Folding my legs and relaxing in the chair as she went through some drawers.

“I would prefer you calling me Pandora, not mom.” She replied, still searching through her things until she found what she was looking for.

“You don’t get to tell me what to call you, mom.” I said with an apathetic manner. She cackled and sat on the opposite side of me.

“I see you took your father’s poor attitude.” She uttered as she waved her hand and the book clicked open.

I watched with amusement, forgetting my anger.

“Why did you look for me? I thought you were happy with Verona’s son.” She spoke with venom laced her tongue, still reading her book.

Her uncaring tone was the only thing that made me feel unwanted, but I won’t cry over her choices as long as she helped me with what I wanted. “Because you don’t want to answer me why you abandoned us.”

She raised her head, staring at me with her milky eyes. “I did not abandon you. I chose to leave, and I don’t owe you any explanation.” She expressed with disgust.

I squinted my eyes and continued, ignoring her loathing in her eyes. “I have a problem with my wolf, Gia.”

“She doesn’t want to surface.” She finished my sentence, and I nodded. “It’s because of the spell I placed on you when you were a baby, but since you are old enough, I will have to undo it. But I warn you, it will hurt since you are too old to shift.” She said it as if it was nothing.

I had to keep myself from screaming at her because, clearly; she isn’t interested in me but I have to know why. “But why did you do it?” I asked. This is a painful revelation I wasn't expecting. I thought she would be happy to see me, but I guess I was living a lie.

She looked at me with sadness, then brought back her emotionless face. “Because I wanted to remove your father’s werewolf essence from you, to make you be like me, but I failed.”

What kind of mother does this to her only child?

“Oh no, you are not my only child. I have six offspring, so far. You are the only one I didn’t want in my life because of that thing in your body.” She heard my thoughts and hit her hand on the table with irritation. “I will help you reawaken it, and then I want you gone. And never come back.” She said as she stood up from the chair without guilt and gave a sign for me to follow her.

We left the room that she magically sealed on our way out and led me through another dark passage that was illuminated by magical candles that lit with every step she took. I studied her and I can see where I got my slim, tall figure, since dad was shorter.

It felt like an eternity when we arrived at another door that she opened with a spell. “Why do you have to seal the doors when you are the only witches living in this place?” I asked in awe, because none of it made sense. She scoffed and silence was her response. “I guess I should just keep quiet then,” I whispered, following her through the door of a room that had chains hanging on the wall. The stench of blood trickled my nose, and I gagged as I look around it with wide eyes when I realised I was in a torture room. “Why are we in this room?” I asked with my hand on my nose and no matter how hard I tried to block it out, the smell got even worse.

“I have already lied to my coven about why you are here, so I will have to complete my pretence.” She said.

Suddenly, I felt a swirl of cold air engulfing me and hoisted me up. “What is wrong with you?” I yelled, and she waved her hand, sending me crashing to the wall where the chains miraculously locked on my wrist, keeping me in place.

“You said you want that thing to come out, so this is how I will help you.” She walked to the table that I had not noticed when we walked in. It had different vials in rainbow colours and many bottles with preserved skulls and other scary things. She mixed a translucent liquid with a purple one and walked towards me.

“Drink this.” She stretched her hand to my lips, and I looked away. “If I wanted to kill you, Gillian, believe me, I would have done it when you were a minute old.” She snarled.

I turned my head to her and gazed at her as coldly as she was staring at me. “I realized just now you regretted your actions.” I mocked.

“Suit yourself.” She retorted with irritation and put back the vial on the table.

I watched her long dark dress swirl and her cape loosening and taking it off. She walked towards the door opening it and a tall thin blond male walked in wearing casual jeans and a t-shirt with a scar below his right cheek.

“So this is her?” His strangled voice sounded as he walked in and closed the door.

“Yes, and please keep this from your other siblings. I don’t want to deal with any of your rumbles.” Pandora spoke casually, walking to the table and took the vial and gave it to his son. I let out an evil laugh, watching him getting closer to me. “So this is one of the bastards you chose over me?” I scoffed.

He gave a smug grin. “I see why she doesn’t want you, you are exactly like her, but far different in the aura.” He chuckled then grabbed my mouth hard, causing me pain.

I pursed my lips, but it was no use because of his masculine hand that was pressing me hard. He shoved the vial into my mouth and pushed my head back, forcing the liquid down my throat.

“This is for your own good.” He said, his milky eyes shining with disdain.

The liquid tasted like urine but it didn’t burn; it was like a sedative that numbed only my body, since I could see everything that was happening. Her son I know as Corbett unlocked the chains and dragged me into the centre, where mom placed red and black candles in a crescent shape where the tone of dark red liquid was swirling with the shape. I felt lame because of not being able to move or do anything.

As soon as I landed on the ground, there was a force that bound me. Mom and Corbett lifted their hands while stomping on the ground as they chanted aloud in a language I couldn’t recognise. I felt heat overwhelming my body in an excruciating pain that made me scream as magic lifted me in the air. I heard an angry roar in my head. Gia was on the verge of shifting, but Pandora touched my forehead and everything went dark.

-*-

I felt the coldness under my aching body and the smell of freshwater penetrating my nostrils, opening my eyes and finding myself in the forest that I recognised. “I’m in the Acilith territory, near the Cyclone Moon pack.” Thinking to myself as propped to a sitting position, feeling the stiffness of my body. I looked up in the sky and realised that it was dark and next to me there was the bag I carried when I was looking for that woman I called a mother. I screamed, anguished by the thoughts of the things she said and done to me. ‘What kind of mother treats her eldest the way she did?’

‘The one called Pandora.’ Gia growled in annoyance.

‘How did we get here?’ I asked as I slowly unzipped the bag, taking out my decent clothes and put them on.

‘I shifted and, well, the rest is history.’ She stated in her unusual voice.

I had her in my head since I was 17, but could not shift into her because of what Pandora did to me. ‘As of today, she is dead to me.’ I told her as we begin our walk towards the main road.

I got a lift from some teenager who stole his father’s car to go clubbing with his friends. I booked a room at the motel in town. It was nothing fancy but something to help me get by. When I checked my phone, it was 5 a.m. It surprised me, still having enough battery in it. I quickly showered and went to bed and fell asleep.

-*-

It has been a week since I stayed in this motel and dad’s savings got me by.

‘Which is why you should go back to claim your rightful place.’ Gia spoke dreamingly.

I chuckled as I paid for the black socks. ‘Yeah, we will make a grand entrance, and the one person I want to see squirm is Luna Verona, when I become the Luna of the pack.’ I answered with smugness. I rushed to the courier company and sent the gift to my love.