Chapter Four

Adella POV

I tried to open my eyes, slightly and I was amazed to catch a glimpse of an all-white room or palace…I don't know. Just as I wanted to peek more, the brightness hit my iris so hard that I had to close it again. 

I know that I was dead but was I in heaven? Because this definitely does not look like hell! I tried to open my eyes again and this time, I saw two women looking at me.

They were the most gorgeous women I have ever seen. Bluish eyes ever with lashes so thick that it could be mistaken for an artificial. Red lips that seem to pout and hair that touches their waist.

"Are they angels?" I muttered to myself.

Just as I wanted to say something, one of the angels rushed up to me before facing the other one. 

"Tell your majesty that the princess is finally awake! Praise the heavens!" She said, smiling broadly.

I frowned, squinted and paused to digest her words. What does she mean by Princess? Am I liking the daughter of the goddess? 

Soon heavy footsteps came approaching and when I looked towards that direction, I was stunned. I saw a real goddess walking towards me, tears streaming down her eyes. She was an epitome of beauty, incomparable. She was definitely a divine creature which would mean one thing.

I was truly dead. 

"Oh! Finally! My daughter is back! Thank the heavens you are not dead" she said, sitting close to me on the bed.

Did I hear her right? I was not dead? In what context? Perhaps, it means I was in the afterlife. Was she my mother in the heavens? 

She held my hands gently and there was something about her that made me not to question her calling me her daughter. This goddess was the older version of me! At least, I have seen my picture in the mirror.

Was she truly my mother but how?

"Ouch! My… my head… hurts!" I screamed, holding my head. How could I still be feeling pains in heaven?

"Are you okay? Should I get the healer?" The goddess who happens to be my 'mother' asked.

"I am supposed to be dead, right? Am I in heaven or hell? Why does it feel like I am in heaven but my head hurts like hell?" I said, holding my head tighter.

I saw the woman looking confused before she broke into a faint smile. Damn! She was truly gorgeous!

" Luckily, you are neither in hell nor heaven. You are in the Crystal Pearl Kingdom of the Lycans" she replied, clicking her hand.

" The what? Who… what… can you please tell me how the hell I ended up here instead of dying?" I asked, curiously. I was supposed to die and not end up in some freaking supernatural pack again. 

" My husband, your father, found your scent rushing through the river he was bathing. He followed it and found you unconscious" she said, sighing. She looked relieved and acted as though I was a precious gem that had been missing for centuries. 

"Scent? Lycan abode? Don't tell me I am freaking going crazy after falling from the cliff," I blurted out, confused. 

I was damn confused. What scent? The pack members all knew I had a human scent. If I am truly a Lycan, am I not supposed to have their scent at least?

" I have a human scent, ma" I said. 

I still can't bring myself to call her mother yet. I only have one person I have ever called a mother. 

" Human? Of course not. Although you might look human but you are far from being one"

" Then can you explain why I look like one and even smell like them too? And… how did I survive such a fall?" My questions came rushing in. 

There was no way I could have survived that fall. I might have a chance if I was an alpha wolf but I would be seriously injured. I looked around my body and except for the headache, I was totally fine. 

I watched as a maid brought something like a potion to me. She handed it to me to drink so as to ease the pain. I frowned at the bitter taste but gulped it all at once.

" You are…" the woman who claimed to be my mother was about to say something when an authoritative voice cut her off.

"That's because, you my daughter are a royal blood from the Lycan. Only a royal Lycan have the kind of scent you carry"

I looked up to see a middle-aged man with very handsome features. His steps commanded authority and without being told, I knew he was the Lycan king and… probably my father. He got closer to me and sniffed me.

Then he did something surprising, not only to me. I caught a glimpse of surprise and gasped on the faces of the people in the room.

"My precious daughter! We thought we had lost you," he said, drawing me close to himself as he cuddled me affectionately.

I allowed him to hug me but I was still confused. After a while, I asked the disturbing question in my mind.

"You said I was a royal Lycan. A wolf. Why haven't I wolfed out, then?" I asked, looking at my parents.

"That's because, my dear, Lycan’s aren't like normal wolves. We are the strongest there is and to make us that strong, it takes our wolf two years to evolve before finally coming out. Also, every Lycan becomes human until they wolf out," he explained. 

" You mean I still have two years to evolve?" I asked, blinking.

" You should be eighteen years already, right?" He asked.

I nodded.

" Then yes. You do have two years more and during this period, you will have to undergo rigorous training to bring out your royal Lycan wolf. I am so happy we found you at the perfect time," he said.

I smiled bitterly at him." Training? Unless you want to see me fainting each time"

" Lycans have their own special training unlike the werewolves, " he explained with a smile. 

I must say if there was something the goddess truly blessed me with was the fact that I had the most loving parents. My adoptive parents were the most loving parents in the whole pack and now even my biological parents weren't left out.

The only curse I have from the moon goddess was being paired to a bastard!

I began to recollect the hurtful memories of our last meeting. How he cursed and maltreated me just because he thought I was a human. I hate him so much and I will make him pay. 

"tell me, my precious daughter. Who did this to you? Is it the people that raised you?" My mother asked, the aura in the room turning murderous. 

I quickly shook my head," No… they didn't. It's… it's someone else. My parents loved me like their own child"

"Then tell me who did this to you, sweetheart" my mother insisted. She patted me as she patiently waited for my answer. 

"Can… can we talk about this later?" I stuttered, not ready to relieve that dreadful night.

" Amelia, let her be. She is already with us. She will let us know at the right time" my father said, stopping my mother's rage.

My mother took a deep breath to calm herself before holding my hands, “I promise to deal with all of them. Just let me know when you are ready"

I felt warm, knowing I finally meet my family. I was happy to be in a place where I was accepted. And more than anything else, I was happy I wasn't human.

I was a wolf, after all. Not just any wolf but a Lycan wolf.

I wonder if Alder knew who I truly was, would he accept me? Or would he have still rejected me?

"Tell me, dear. Why did you jump off the cliff?" I heard my mother ask.

I felt my chest tightened and I bit my lips so hard to control my emotions. How could I tell them that I was fed up of life and my own mate wanted me dead just because he thought I was human.

A pathetic weak human! I didn't know when the tears started running freely from my eyes. That's when I burst into loud sobs, all my pent up emotions rushing out like a volcano.