Ch: 2 The Mistake She Protects.

Yara's POV

“M..mother. I.. I…” I stuttered in fear as my whole body began trembling.

“How dare you?” She seethed, her eyes filled with hatred and disgust. The whip she had just used to hit me was clenched tightly in her fists.

I shivered even further because I knew what she was referring to.

“No. Mother. Fiona… she tried to kill me, so I… I” I hurridely tried to explain but seeing her eyes darken even further showed me that she wasn't interested.

“Enough!”

I immediately shut up and cowered whilst shaking. 

“How dare you? As if being a mistake isn't enough, you dare to go around causing trouble?”

A pang of pain cut through my heart at the word “

‘mistake’ and my eyes watered almost immediately.

This was not the first time I was hearing it but it never made it any easier especially since it was coming from my own birth mother. I could still stomach others saying it as I didn't care but from her… it hurts. It hurts everytime.

Growing up, my relationship with my parents, my mother especially, wasn't all that good but it was never this bad either. She still showed me ‘motherly affection’.... At least in her own way.

Everything started going downhill on the day I came of age.

The thing is that everyone in my family, dating back to our ancestors, had identified as no less than Betas when they came of age. This was a trait that made my family so powerful and revered.

Powerful warriors, healers and elders emerged from the Hawthorne family over the years. Even my older sister recently identified as a Beta.

So I was meant to be the same right?

Well, I was not. In fact, I was not even close to being the same.

A year ago on the day I came of age, I wasn't able to identify as anything. As in I couldn't tap into my wolf nor get it to help me shift. I couldn't even feel if I had a wolf at all.

I would have still have a little bit of comfort if I identified as an omega although they were of lower rank but I didn't identify at all.

Ever since that time, I had all but become a freak and outcast in the pack as something like that had never happened in the werewolf world. As for my family which my fruitless coming of age banquet had embarrassed, they all turned cold towards me.

Well, not everyone….

The point is my mother had made no effort to show how much she hated and despised my existence and should I make any mistake, I would be punished.

If it were anyone else, I would have retaliated but she was my mother.

I still held hope. Hope that one day she would smile at me like she used to. She would hug me and pat my head to tell me how fast a learner I was.

Even now when she whipped me and was looming over me with murder in her eyes, I still chose to believe that she still cared for me.

Sniffling I started explaining again. “M..mom, I'm sorry. Fiona, she tried to kill me. See, I still have the mark here as evidence.” I pointed to the gaping wound on my shoulder and then to my neck which I was sure was now bruised from the choking.

I expected her to understand but even with my explanation, all I got was a sneer accompanied by a disgusted look.

“What? Am I supposed to feel pity for your incompetence?” She asked, her tone like she was speaking to a fool. “Who asked you to be so weak that even someone as lowly and worthless as Fiona could harm you? You deserve that and more.”

Her words cut through me like glass. My throat tightened and a stuffy feeling immediately appeared in my chest. 

I deserved it? I deserved to be bullied and hurt everyday? I deserved to turn to a pariah and become an outcast? I deserved to be hated on by my own mother?

Like that, the dam I tried so hard to hold back broke and tears began trickling down my face.

I sat there, all the fight in me gone as I began to sob. I didn't even bother to duck or dodge when she raised the whip yet again and aimed it for my face.

Yes. I deserved it for being a mistake.

Mother brought the whip down and I closed my eyes as I waited for the impact. 

After waiting a while though, I didn't feel any pain. Instead, I felt myself being wrapped in a warm embrace followed by a grunt of pain.

I pried my eyes open only for it to widen in horror when I noticed the reason I didn't feel mother's whip. Laying above me whilst protecting me was those familiar gentle brown eyes I had come to love and adore.

It was my sister and just like always, she was here protecting me. She had blocked the whip for me.

“Tia.” I croaked out and I began sobbing even harder as my hand trembled while It hovered over the bruise on her shoulder. “I'm sorry. Yo…You shouldn't… shouldn't have. No.”

Tiana didn't say anything. She just smiled tenderly at me before she went limp in my embrace.

“Tiana.” Mother screamed and then immediately, the weight on me disappeared as she dragged Tia into her hands.

“You jinx. See what you caused. I swear to the heavens, if anything happens to my baby, I'll make your life a living hell.” she said as she glared at me in hate.

All I could do was cry as I stared at Tia's limp body.

Mother got the guards to carry Tia back to her quarters and then I was escorted back to mine and put on house arrest.

Although Tia was a Beta, she had always been weak due to being born prematurely. And now, I had allowed her to take a hit for me.

I slid down onto the floor, buried my head into my knees as I prayed to the goddess that Tia would be alright.