Lady Tina grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I shouted as pain radiated through me. Goodness, it hurt so much. I tried holding her hands to soothe the pain but she only pulled harder and it felt like she was pulling my hair from my scalp one after the other.
“Stop, please,” I begged, tears running down both sides of my eyes. “Didn’t I warn you? I told you to never wash the dirty linen with the washing machine. Do you want to infect my clothing!” She tugged at my hair, increasing the pressure of her hands around my hair. Goodness, it hurt so much. “I am sorry,” I begged, sobbing hard. “Your father pees and poos all over the bed linen yet you wash it in the same washing machine I use for my clothes. Are you crazy?” She slapped my face, letting go of my hair and I fell to the floor. “It's cause I am late for school, I am sorry.” I quickly fell to my knees, begging her so she would let me go. “You are stupid. Stupid is what you are. You make excuses for your laziness. The next time you do this Lana, I won't take it easy with you!” She spat before turning around and heading for the door. “And you should come back from school earlier, we are going to be having a visitor. Okay?” She glanced at me and I quickly nodded. Once she was gone, I sighed and sat well on the floor. Tears ran down both sides of my cheeks but I wiped it quickly. Time was far spent and I would be late for the second class, The Professor already hates me. I rushed to my dad’s room with his breakfast. As usual, Dad was seated on the bed, looking into space. He usually said nothing. Dad hasn't said a word since he got into this accident which incapacitated him. The doctor never said that he couldn't speak though. “Dad,” I called. He ignored me. He had always ignored me. Yet, when he looked at me, he glared at me. He hated me, I knew. Mom died while birthing me, and he had always told me it was because of that he married Lady Tina. If only I hadn't been born, he would still have his mate. The day father got into an accident, he was searching for me. I had left home because I couldn't take the hatred from them anymore. I was planning to get killed by a rogue or something heinous. This was why he hated me. Still, I had to take care of him, he was my father. I fed him before going to the kitchen to clear the dishes. By the time I was done and ready for school, time was already far spent. ‘Lana?’ I heard the voice in my head. I ignored it since I was in a rush to get on the bus. This was the last bus to the college and if I didn't get in, I would have to walk to school. “Don’t sit next to me!” An old woman called out when I was going to sit. She rolled her milky eyes before placing her bag on the seat I was going to sit on. I smiled and nodded, taking the standing position. Lady Tina wasn't the only one who hated me. Everyone who knew my story in the pack did. My father was the Beta, hence everyone knew. Everyone hated me for bringing bad luck to my family. They had said, my parents were a happy and romantic couple before I came. The pictures in our storage room were evidence. Finally, I got to school during the second period. ‘Lana!’ I rushed down the hallway, my heart pounding crazily in my chest. I was in deep shit. Mr. Alexander would probably deduct several marks from my already low grades. Pressing my head against the classroom door, I saw him writing on the board, backing the students. Hmm, something smells good. Since he was backing the students, I decided to crawl into the class, this way he wouldn't notice me because the podium on which he stood was tall. Hopefully, my coursemates wouldn't tell on me. I was invincible to them anyway. ‘If they do, I will break their neck!’ Wow, did I just say that? I ignored the thought and set to crawl into the class. On my fours, I opened the door and started to crawl toward the back. Goodness, what was the delicious smell? It invaded my nostrils and made my mouth water. At some point, I forgot I was crawling and turned in the direction the scent was coming from. Why did it smell this good? When I turned, I saw Professor Alexander staring at me with pinched brows. The scent was coming from him. ‘Mate!’ The voice sounded in my head, this time I was able to differentiate it. ‘Lana, it's our mate!’ No. How could he be our mate? What was happening? Why was he staring at me like that? I stared back into his eyes, realizing he had gorgeous sapphire eyes that glinted with silver. They were gorgeous. Goodness, he was handsome. What the hell? What the hell was I thinking?! This was Mr Alexander Roland. How could I think about him like this? ‘Alexander? Hm, I love his first name.’ The voice boomed in my head again, a sultry one. That Wasn't mine. Even my subconscious couldn't be thinking like this. Except… I gasped, covering my mouth as realization set in. ‘Don’t tell me you forgot today is your eighteenth birthday. Lana…’ she called my name sadly. ‘Lana, I am here now. You don't have to face this cruel world alone anymore. I will fight for you. I will help you overcome everything.’ Tears grew in my eyes as she spoke in the back of my mind. Suddenly, it didn't feel lonely anymore. The words were reassuring and I felt loved and wanted - a strange feeling. I had never been wanted. The moment I was born, I was instantly hated and unwanted.ALEXANDER. “Sir, are you not checking out? Everyone’s gone.” Barbara peered her head into the room which made me raise my head from my laptop for the first time in two hours. I had been so engrossed with work, I barely had time to think for myself. It was dark out, I backed an entire transparent floor-to-roof length wall yet I rarely find the view as interesting as it was meant to be. I only looked out there to find something. It. I called that something, It because it couldn't be named. It was like a hole. A puzzle that was missing. However, I didn't know what it was. I didn't even have options. All I know there was sometimg. “Barbara, you can leave. I’m gonna stay,” I said. She nodded, her glasses didn't flinch even though they sat on the bridge of her nose. Barbara had been working with me for the longer than I could count. I wasn't kidding, I couldn't count how long she had been working for me. I didn't know honestly. Royce said it had been years. Lost my memories in a
LENA. The club was not as crowded as I thought it would be. Great, I needed some alone time to actually do this shit. I needed alcohol too, to get myself together. To get the plan right and do what needed to be done. This was completely against all I believe in, I had promised Scott’s aunt, Lucia that I was going to help. Her plans wasn't right. It was rough and all shades of wrong yet I was going to use liquor to make me feel like it wasn't so bad. I could do this. I could help her. Help Leilani, her daughter. And suddenly, I felt cold sweep over me. It was different, gave a sensation of peace yet drove me to the edge for a moment. I looked around me because that peace felt so familiar. It felt like home, one I had lost a long time ago. My eyes kept skipping around the club, the four walls of it and the corners I never would turn to on a normal day but there was nothing. And that peace; that home, it left as quickly as it came. I sighed disappointedly, grabbing another sho
LENA. “What cost?” I asked as soon as we walked into her living room. I didn't know why I followed her, curiosity I guess. Her living room was quite scanty. There was no television and the painting looked like it was peeling off. Okay, why should I believe her when her house looks like this. Moreover Jenna was a neurosurgeon, how could she ever be friends with someone like this who stayed in a middle-class environment. Her house didn't look nice too, looked like she didn't have any money to repair damaged areas. There was a frame on the wall. It contained herself and a lady who looked like her. It was her daughter, There was no doubt. “That’s my daughter. Her name is Leilani.” She walked over to the frame. She paused in front of it and then caressed the photo. She sounded sad like she was dead. “Where…” I paused starting to feel guilty for bashing her in my mind. She didn't deserve that especially because she had lost a daughter.“Where is she?” I finally the gut to ask. She tu
LENA. One of the teachers, I had been nice to her for some time now, and she gave me the information I needed concerning scott’s aunt. She said her name was Monica. Great! “Lena, I really need you to understand that giving personal information is not right with work ethics but you are a good person and I can trust you, right?” She asked. She was correct. She could trust me. This was the way I got Monica’s personal information, including her Facebook page. Going through the front page, I did not expect to see her in a picture with Jenny. My eyes went wide, and it was so unexpected. I stared at the picture of Monica for some time, realizing she sort of looked familiar. The kids were in school now and I got a break from work. I had been working online for sometime now, mostly handling the shy or busy patients who couldn't come for physical meetings. For a second, I felt a wave of cold blow on me but it wasn't the good kind, but the odd one. The one that came with pain. I often
LENA. My wolf was right, it would catch up with me but there was no other way to stop the persistent pain. After losing my mate - killing him- I started to feel a heart wrenching pain in my heart, a burning sensation that spread over. I had to take multiple painkillers to stop it. Yet, this painkillers could slowly kill me because one of the key ingredients was mild wolfsbane. It was never supposed to be overused. Unfortunately, I had to use it twice in one day to reduce the pain. After dinner, I put the kids to sleep. They didn't sleep though, not yet. Isna was staring at me as I read ‘The Napping House’ to them. Israel was playing with his motorcycle toy, gently riding it along his side. He looked like he wasn't interested in what I was reading. “Mom, when are we going to meet daddy?” Isna asked, cutting me short. Shocked, I lifted my head. She was looking at me. Why have they suddenly started to ask about their father? Did someone tell them something? “Maybe because
LENA. I couldn't be mistaken, it was Alexander but how come he had been with Jenny for the longest time. Even before I had my kids. Jenny once told me she was in love with a guy named Xandy. She told me how she fell in love with him. She also mentioned that he was the one I slept with; the father of my kids. Could it be that Xandy was the father of my kids and also Alexander? My mind spiraled at the thought. It couldn't be right. How was it possible? That I had slept with Alexander that night? If I had, then I would have remembered. His scent would have made me aware that it was him. Plus, the pictures and videos showed didn't tally. Alexander went crazy for years and was in the pack, how could he be in videos and pictures with Jenny? It wasn't making any sense. “Then why has Jenny been running from you and who is this new guy?” My wolf asked. I couldn't respond. I was confused as well. Mom returned to the kitchen, she walked over to the kitchen cabinet and she continued to