Brooklyn.Okay.When I expected dinner with everyone, I wasn't expecting a hall full with seas of heads with a chittering mouth which goes quiet the second I walk inside.Raine not too far before me and Alan directly hot on my tail. I look around the room, slowly taking in the grand deco of it.It's like green is their color. To match their eyes or something, the hall has green linen all over it. From the table to the pole. Mixture of green and a little of brown.It's new. It's refreshing.I don't think I've been to the dining hall back at home.I like it. I should check out and probably eat with the wolves when I get back. I make a mental page of that.Raine closes the space between her and a table that sits in the center of the room. How high school is that? The only person I can identify is Shawn who sits at the head of it all. I'm guessing that's for the family.What I find funny and surprising is the three empty spaces next to each other. Is there something else coming?“Come, th
Brooklyn.I suck in my lower teeth as I try to comprehend what is truly going on here. “So..”“Quick one. Remember when I said everyone at home is excited to see you?” My stomach drops, “well, everyone but my dad. He doesn't know about it.” “What?”She winces. “I didn't exactly tell him. He banned me from using my magic, so..I kind of went behind his back?”Ignoring the approaching troll, I fully turn to her and whisper for the third time in three minutes. “What?”“Goddess, Brooklyn. Say something else already!” She groans. What bothers me isn't the fact that she didn't tell him —seeing as she told me she he isn't fond of me— but the terrifying look on her.Like she's about to be in a big mess.My mouth opens to refute her, then shut when the said father stops right before us. He doesn't spare me a glance and keeps his gaze on his daughter.Raine shrinks, stepping behind me slightly. I gape. Is this girl serious right now?! I should be the one hiding behind her, not her behind me. I
Brooklyn.“Calm your little tits, babe. They adore you already.” Raine rolls her eyes, as if my anxiety isn't justified. “My dad must be shitting in his pants right now and praying you're not coming for the throne.” She snorts, “some part of me wished you were, man.’I give her a bewildered look, “do you usually speak this way?”Raine returns it with a polite smile. “Are the words too vulgar for you, My Queen?”Now, it's my turn to roll my eyes. “It'll be fun living with you.” I deadpan and she snorts.From time to time, I notice her glancing at Alan who's driving us to her world —she suggested using her portals for faster travel, but I decided against it— however, he has no idea and just quietly drives. If he even knows, he doesn't care.And I think that's because he's waiting for his mate. Having a relationship when you will still break up when your mate arrives is pointless. So, I understand him.If not for the sharp hearings, I'll have asked her but I will make a mental page to do
Brooklyn.Screw it.My body is vibrating with so much anger and hurt. No one mentions this part about love, just the mushy, fluttering part of it. And gah, maybe I won't have entered or edited this part if I know it hurts this much.It's always the one who loves you that hurts you the most.A tear that I don't know was building, rolls down my cheeks and pulls at my chin. “How long will this go on?”He moves on his feet, eyes wide in panic as it filters through mine. “Please, don't cry. I hate to see you cry. Please.” He begs with a painful voice.I hate the way my face screws up and a sob breaks out. I bury my face into the inside of my elbow. “Then don't make me cry. Why are you doing this to me?”Landon steps closer to me, then pauses. His body tenses, waiting for my refusal, but when I don't say anything about that. He sighs and yanks me into his embrace. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby.”I don't know when my hands go around his midriff. I clung onto his shirt as my shoulders trembl
Brooklyn.Standing at the door, I take deep and long breaths, preparing myself for what's to come. Then, I push my way into the council room. My eyes scan the place and rest on Lisa. Smiling broadly, I move towards her. She gets up so we can hug. “Brooklyn, dear. How are you doing?”Gosh, she's so warm. My throat burns, but I force myself away from her body. “As fine as the healing process takes,” She casts a comforting smile at me, hand resting on my cheeks. “You are doing well, my love.”I swallow and whisper, “I need to hear that,” her smile widens and she returns to her seat. Angus' eyes crinkle at the side as he regards me. “Good to see you, Angus.”“I say the same, daughter.” They are so warm. I love Landon's parents. With one last smile at them, I go to the seat that's on the left of Landon. Having read it in a book. And even though we are having a relationship crisis, this is still mine and I'm never giving it out. Angus passes me a proud look and I grin.Glancing around, I
Brooklyn.I still can't wrap my head around the fact that Mara is my mother.No. Wait.I still can't wrap my head around the fact that she's saying Mara is my mother.My throat suddenly dries, I grab the nearest liquid which happens to be my milkshake and I keep on sucking. And sucking. Eyes wide, staring at the table. I ignore the ones boring into me and keep mine locked on the table.What if it is true? That Mara is my mother?No, that Mara was my mother.That makes Billie my aunt and Miranda and Adam my grandparents.I choke on my chocolate as I begin to cough. Water gathers in my eyes as my mind whirls around. My grandparents? Those pairs??!Fuck, no.“So, to make this straightforward..” I clear my throat to get rid of the hoarseness. “.. Mara and Dean are my parents. Dean is a witch, Mara is the past Beta heir. And I am Beta and blue blood?”Raine nods thoughtfully, “yes. That's why my family isn't cool with you. We can bring them together again.”I squeeze my face and her hopefu