Reuniting With Whitney

Roxanne

Twenty-four hours have now passed since I was forcefully locked in this room. I tried to get the chains off me forcefully, but my efforts were all in vain. God knows I’ll kill Damon at the slightest chance I get, and speaking of Damon, I didn’t know how to feel after all these years. I never imagined in my wildest dreams that I'd be back in this pack, so I never made any plans.

He just suddenly left yesterday in haste, like he had seen a ghost, and I haven’t seen him since then. That man was still a proper jerk.

It didn’t look like life had been good to him; he had rough stubble and eye baggage. But I care less now as I have moved on; life was good to me, and I have a great career now as well as a man who loves me and my kids.

At the thought of my kids, cold shivers ran down my spine. I didn’t want Damon to know we had kids together; he’d take them away from me. He’s a bastard and a wicked man.

I needed to protect my kids. I wanted to get away from here, but only if there was a way I could contact Kylian. I was locked here, and my phone was in heaven knows where. This was the moment I needed my wolf to act, but she was still silent.

I took a deep breath and dragged my butt on the floor to try to cut off the chains with the bench close by. Immediately, the door flung open, and it was Whitney. She looked different and so beautiful; her eyes held sad sparks in them, and she was a bit thinner.

I couldn’t tell if anything had happened to her in the past because we hadn’t kept in touch since I left the pack. I had cut off communication with everything and everyone in this pack after I had made her promise to not tell anyone I was pregnant and gone, Mia, six years ago.

"Roxanne,” Whitney called tearfully. I didn’t answer; instead, I lowered my head. I was not a good friend, and I was angry at her for what she had no control over. Yes, I was angry because her sister was Damon’s mate, the one who made him throw me out of the pack.

Whitney came over and hugged me. In a tight embrace as she continued to whimper. “Whitney..." I tried to call out, breaking my voice off in the process. I spent the next 3 minutes crying in her embrace.

“6 years, Roxanne, you left the pack and cut communications with everyone, including me, your best friend. I tried everything I could to look for you, but I just never succeeded." Whitney said, looking at me intently, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Hmph. After I left the pack? I didn’t just get up to leave, did I? I was banished; I was only here now because the fool needed my help.

“I didn’t leave the pack; I was ordered out of the pack by your Alpha,” I said, trying to correct the error in her statement.

“It doesn’t matter, Roxanne; that was selfish of you. I lived in constant worry throughout these years; immediately I heard the news of you being held hostage here in the palace. I raced down here.” She probed further.

Sweet heavens, I didn’t want to have this conversation now; I just wanted to get out of these chains. I signaled Whitney to get the chains off me, and she obliged. Soon enough, I was free from the chains and proceeded to scratch my nape.

I needed a plan; how do I contact Kylian? My kids must be scared, and I needed to get home to them. As if she had been reading my thoughts, Whitney suddenly asked about the kids. "Uhmm, the kids, they’re fine; please, I need you to help me get back home to them, please,” I begged.

“But you know that’s impossible, right? You were brought here by the Alpha, and it is almost impossible to leave here without his permission until you fulfill the mission he brought you here for." She said.

I sighed at that. How was I going to heal his father when I was wolf-banned? There’s got to be another way. My stomach grumbled, reminding me that I still hadn’t tasted anything in the last 24 hours.

As if on cue, a guard came into the room and guarded Whitney and me in a different room, which was big and luxurious. He brought food for me, which I immediately devoured without a second thought; I was too hungry to even care. If I wanted to be alive and successfully return to my kids and Kylian, I needed food to survive.

After taking my bath and proceeding to change into the clothes provided for me, I made my way to the healing chamber in the palace. A guard had come to inform me that my presence was requested by Damon in the healing chamber.

I heaved a sigh of relief as I walked into the room. I silently prayed to the moon goddess to help me heal this man.

“Welcome,” Damon said, his eyes softening immediately after he saw me. I scoffed and looked away. I was not going to be deceived once more by those fake looks in his eyes.

“I thought other physicians and healers were supposed to be here?” I asked immediately, and I noticed we were the only ones in the room.

“No, just us, or are you scared something will happen?” Damon said it with a flirty smile on his face.

I chuckled, not even in his wildest dreams. I ignored him and made my way further into the room. I saw the former king there, lying on the table, his hands and feet swollen.

I closed my eyes and muttered some prayers. I hoped I could heal him so I could leave as soon as possible.

I raised my hands over him and tried to use my powers, but still nothing. I tried to indulge my wolf, but she was still silent. I had forgotten momentarily for a minute that I was wolf bane. I needed to free my wolf.

“What now, Roxanne?” Damon asked. He was watching me closely, and I could feel his eyes boring into my back. I was pretty sure he knew something was up. My wolf was driving me crazy, and the inability to use my powers almost made me run mad.

Over the last few years, there has been no reason for me to use my powers, so I hadn’t really felt the effect of being wolf-bane or using my powers, but now it was driving me crazy.

“Can you allow me some alone time?” I asked, wishing he’d just let me try this alone.

It was a big risk to let anyone know I wasn’t in control of my powers or contact with my wolf, as without them I was as weak as a human, and I couldn’t make the mistake of letting someone like Damon know that.

He contemplated for a while before nodding his head. "Sure, I’ll give you a minute,” he said, and he wandered off, disappearing out of the room.

Now I can focus and try another one of my little healing magics. Don’t worry, Liam and Lisa; Mummy will be back in a twinkle of an eye.