Chapter 5

MAIA'S POV

I paced up and down my room, still in the red dress.

I wanted to be happy that I sent my sister off happily, but I don't know why I can't. My mind was not settled, and my eyes kept twitching.

I have a bad feeling that something big is about to happen, but I can't pinpoint or even identify what kind of bad thing it is or where it's coming from.

'She will call soon,' I assured myself. 'Ayra will remember to call me'

With this belief, I didn't stop pacing, and my mind drifted to Jeff just after I began pacing.

It was then that I remembered I hadn't seen him at the wedding, which meant he had left after I caught up with him. It's still a shock and something I can't fully accept, yet I'm no longer with Jeff. Just like that.

I suddenly start to miss him as I still pace. Every kiss, every caress, the memory comes back in big bits, and I don't know when I threw my phone away angrily to some corner. "Get the fuck out of my mind, Jeff Santos!!"

I breathed heavily, shaking my head, as if that will get his thought out. Then I picked the phone and dialed Ayra.

She's my best mood booster. She has the knack for making me angry and smile at the same time, so I give her that.

First dial, no answer. I assumed she might still be angry.

Second dial....Third... fourth... Till my heart seized up in panic. Ayra will never ignore my call if she is still angry.

She would rather pick it and cuss me or even keep mute than not picking at all!

'Why do I feel....'

"Don't feel anything!!" I scolded the voice in my head. "She's fine. Nothing is happening."

I stopped calling for a while. We can't say, she might be ignoring the calls purposefully.

I paced up and down and give it a break of three minutes before picking my phone to call my sister, yet again, No answer.

I don't think this can be ignored further. I grabbed my bag and set to leave the room but the door opened, Adam came in.

I stopped. "What brings you here?"

"Maia, I wanted to apologize....." Adam stopped, his voice filled with guilt and hurt. "I love being gay. I prefer men than women, so I don't this I can ever get married and...."

"Must it be my boyfriend?"

My brown-headed brother confessed, "He seduced me first. His cock is so appealing, that I don't know when I..."

I vented my anger, still cutting through his words. "Are you fuckin' dumb and foolish! You should have told me!" I yelled.

Adam bowed his head. "It's my fault. I will accept any punishment you think befits me. But please don't hate me for too long," he pleaded.

I looked away. Now he's opened the wound I wanted to cover so desperately. I don't even want to think about anything related to Jeff, but Adam still... "Urghhhh," I groaned.

"I'm sorry," He pleaded. "Find a space in your mind to forgive me."

"It's okay," I voiced at last. "I've forgiven you, but can you keep matters relating to Jeff out of my hearing?"

"Yes. yes. I can do that."

Now I can breathe in peace. I took his phone to try Ayra again, but no avail. "Why isn't Ayra picking up my calls?"

"Perhaps she's meeting Alpha Riot?" Adam suggested, and I thought about it in a whim. Could it be that she'd already met with Riot?

Talking about Riot, will Ayra ever cope with that madman?

"Guys..." Dad's voice interrupted my thoughts as he barged in, sweating heavily.

Adam was the first to talk. "Why are you sweating? Did you run with your wolf?"

"Ayra....." Dad's voice trembled. I rushed to him, brushing past Adam. "What happened to Ayra?"

Dad's eyes became red, sorrow and frenzy mixed together to become a concoction of what I couldn't interpret. "Talk to me, Dad. What happened to Ayra?"

For the first time in my life, I saw a tear slip down my dad's face as he dropped the bomb. "Ayra's car is involved in an accident across West Pack border!"

"You say what....?" My eyes widened, and I wanted to yell. "Ayra in an accident....?"

Dad broke down in tears. "I should have agreed to the war," he lamented. "I should have let her...."

"We should go see her," Adam said.

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I guess I'm the only one who took after Dad's tear gland.

He once told us that Mum is like Wednesday Addams, who never cried, and if she did, it was always during her menstrual period. Adam's face is dry, like the well of Galilee. Ayra has that kind of trait, too; she rarely cries.

But as Adam drove towards West Pack, as old as my dad and me, we were crying like babies. I rested my head on his chest, while we both sobbed. "It's okay, Mon Cheri. Your sister will be fine."

Soon, we arrived at West Pack. Adam had driven past the accident site, but Dad saw it, and we turned around and reversed back.

I didn't wait for Adam to stop the engine before running out of the car towards the half-burnt car.

"Ayra.....!" I called, my tears still running like a tsunami. "Ayra, where are you?"

"My baby girl, daddy is here," Dad cried, the three of us checking the car out until Adam saw her bracelet.

"Seems like she's been transported to the hospital," Adam suggested. I snatched the bracelet from him, staring at it with sadness. This is my bracelet to that Ayra has always wanted to take from me. She did take it after all, but why bring it here?

"Ayraaaaaa!!!" I sobbed. "I will kill myself if anything happens to you." Adam came up to me and guided me back to the car. "We have to check her before jumping to a conclusion"

Crying painfully throughout, while dad and I blamed ourselves for what happened, Adam arrived at West Pack Hospital.

We were referred to the emergency 'OR' where she was being operated, but

As we got to the hallway, the first person my eyes landed on was Riot. Or should I say, Daddy M?