บท 3: 3-No Home For Me.
Helanie:
The woods inside the pack were intimidating, but the forest beyond the pack's borders was far more treacherous. I tightened my grip on my bag strap and took a cautious step forward.
I despised this feeling of homelessness. The sense of security I once believed was mine to cherish had now become an illusion.
I couldn't even bear to think about Altan and how he abandoned me at the subway that night. If only he had fought to protect me, I wouldn't be fleeing like a rogue now.
Every growl in the distance sent a chill through my body.
"There's only one place I can go," I muttered under my breath, biting my bottom lip as the thought of meeting my biological mother after so many years crossed my mind.
She was the only one I could turn to now. My father said the rest of the family despised me because I reminded them of her.
It was unfair, considering it wasn't like my mother had chosen to leave my father. She had no choice—especially when he came home with his second mate and children. The betrayal had been too much for her, his fated mate.
But I still remember what she said to me the last time we met.
"The betrayal of your father is nothing compared to you choosing to live with the man who hurt me. You let me down, Nie!"
I closed my eyes, swallowing back tears, and pressed on, fear gnawing at my heart. I avoided the open roads, knowing I didn't want to be spotted by creatures who weren't bound by any rules or restrictions.
I'd be an easy target for them.
I'd heard my mother had moved in with the rogue king a few years ago, and it wasn't a secret where his mansion was.
He was the wealthiest rogue and had established his own academy, where he trained warriors and alphas for high-ranking battles.
He'd been living in the mountains with his four sons—and my mother—all this time. The trek was exhausting.
I don't know how I managed not to get robbed or attacked while wandering through the wilderness, but I suppose the Moon Goddess had finally taken pity on me.
After hours of walking, just as my knees were about to give out, I looked ahead and saw the peak of the mountain and a massive building coming into view.
"Mom will be so broken when she sees me like this," I whispered in a broken voice, my existence shaken to the core, as I forced myself to continue up the trail toward the mountain's summit.
When I finally reached the top, panting and exhausted, I found an entirely new world awaiting me. The building before me was the academy, but beyond it, down the trail on the other side of the mountain, stood the grand mansion, towering over everything.
I could see people from where I stood.
"Excuse me, who are you? You cannot trespass on this land," a guard's voice startled me as he approached. Ever since that night, anyone getting too close felt like a threat to me.
"I'm here to meet my mother," I whispered so softly that he had to narrow his eyes and lean in to hear. "My mother. I'm her guest."
He pulled back, frowning. "Your mother lives here?"
He gestured toward the academy, and I quickly shook my head. Through the windows and open hallways on the second floor of the academy, I saw a few students watching curiously. They were probably wondering who I was—someone so frail and disheveled, a sight they likely hadn't seen before.
"My mother lives with the rogue king. She's his mate," I explained quietly.
The moment I said that, the guard's eyes widened in surprise. I had heard remarkable things about the rogue king, but seeing the respect his guards had for him in person was something else entirely.
"Come with me," the guard commanded, motioning for me to follow him. He led me to his SUV, and thankfully, the rest of the journey wasn't on foot. My legs were already killing me, and I hadn't eaten anything since the incident.
I wasn't even sure how I had made it this far, but perhaps the will to survive had awakened something deep within me.
The mansion behind the mountains was enormous, standing proudly amidst lush greenery, towering trees, and the dense forest behind it.
The mansion resembled a black castle, with open hallways on each floor and black stone towers flanking both sides. The guard stopped the car and helped me out, guiding me toward the main gate.
"Inform Lady Ursula that her daughter is here," the guard instructed the warrior stationed at the grand entrance.
I took the opportunity to glance around and noticed how fresh the air was in this part of the land. A gentle breeze stirred the trees, making them sway rhythmically, and the birds chirped joyfully. In one of the many gardens, a stunning fountain caught my eye—a sight I hadn't expected.
I had always believed rogues lived like savages—that's what my father used to say. Even when the academy gained fame, rumors persisted that these people were nothing like civilized werewolves.
The guard who had brought me here left in his SUV, leaving me standing outside the gate, waiting for a glimpse of my mother.
After a few minutes, the front door opened, and there she was. The driveway was long, and she walked briskly toward me, her white high heels clicking against the ground. Yet, she carried herself with such grace that she didn't stumble even once.
Her golden hair was now a slightly darker shade, as if she had been dyeing it, but it was styled impeccably, just barely grazing her neck. The white dress she wore was elegant, made from what looked like luxurious silk.
I forced a shaky smile, ready to collapse into her arms and tell her everything I had endured in that cruel pack.
"Mom—" I had barely taken a step toward her when she raised her hand, signaling me to stop.
"Why the hell are you here now? Huh? What happened, did your father shut you out too? Is that why you've come crawling back?" The bitterness in her voice left me speechless. A deep frown marred her face as she looked at me with disdain. She waved a dismissive hand at me, continuing, "Get the f*** out of here."
She didn't even curse loudly, muting herself when saying the harsh word. It was clear—she was playing the role of the rogue king's sophisticated new mate.
"But I have nowhere else to go," my voice trembled as I spoke, and it felt like my heart shattered into a million tiny pieces. The shakiness in my tone revealed the pain I had endured, yet it did nothing to disturb her composed demeanor.
"Go ask your father to find you a place. You and I—we are nothing to each other. We stopped being each other's everything the moment you chose him over me," she spat, her eyes filled with so much anger that I began to wonder if this door had truly been closed for me forever.
"I can't go back to him. I don't want to—" I broke down, standing before my mother, sobbing into my hands.
"Well, then I suppose you're on your own, just as I was. Now go, it's time for my son's arrival—" Her eyes lit up as she noticed someone behind me. A car pulled up, but instead of driving up the long driveway, it stopped beside us.
My mother glanced at me briefly, gesturing with her hands for me to step aside, but I couldn't move. I needed shelter, a roof over my head.
A tall man in black sunglasses and a sleek black suit emerged from the car. His towering presence, probably over 6 feet 6 inches, made me instinctively step aside. His veiny hands sported an expensive watch, and one of his broad fingers bore a blue ring and a tattoo of a sword in the storm on the back of his left hand.
"My son, Norman!" my mother exclaimed, faking a smile as she hurried over to greet him. She didn't even welcome her own child with such enthusiasm, yet here she was, eager to please her mate's son.
"How many times do I have to remind you not to call me your son?" His voice was so deep it sent chills down my spine.
"I'm sorry, I must've forgotten. Seeing you excites me so much," she replied, trying desperately to win his favor. All I needed was one smile from her, and I would have fallen to my knees in gratitude.
"Who's this?" Norman asked, barely giving me a glance. His cologne was sweet and mysterious.
"I am—" I barely got the words out before my mother silenced me with her harsh response.
"She's here for a maid's position," she said, and my heart shattered, the words cutting deeper than any blade. My own mother was ashamed to call me her daughter?
"We don't need any more maids. Dismiss her and send her on her way," Norman waved his hand dismissively before stepping into his car and driving up the long driveway.
My mother quickly grabbed my arm, shaking me as she hissed, "You heard him. Now go away!"
She covered my mouth with her hand, muffling any response I might have had. Without another word, she spun on her heel and hurried after her 'son.'
I stared down at the spot where she had touched me, my arm still tingling from the roughness of her grip. A flood of tears escaped my eyes. What had happened to her touch? It used to be so gentle, so full of love.
Even after she disappeared, I stood frozen, unsure of where to go. I had no place to return to, nowhere to seek refuge.
"HONK!"
Startled, my body jolted, and I turned to see another car pulling up behind me. This time, an older man stepped out. He removed his sunglasses, studying me intently.
"What are you doing just standing there? Bow before the rogue king!" a guard hissed at me from behind the older man.
I quickly lowered my head in respect, clasping my hands nervously in front of me.
"Who are you?" the man asked, his voice calm but commanding.
"I'm your mate's daughter, but don't worry, I'll be leaving now," I replied, ready to turn and go when he surprised me with his response.
"You don't need to leave."
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บท 4: 4-Stepbrother Wants Me Gone
Helanie:
"You don't need to go anywhere. It's getting dark, and the wilderness is not a place for a helpless werewolf," I noticed how comforting his voice was. He didn't appear threatening or angry, even though he stood as tall as a six-foot guy.
"Mom said I'm not welcome," I admitted, knowing I was practically begging to stay here, but it was my only chance to stay alive.
The minute Alpha Diaz discovered I had escaped, he would deploy his warriors to capture me and punish me for all the 'sins' I had committed, including fleeing from my punishment.
"My door is open for any helpless creature. And you are not just anyone; you're my mate's daughter. So come inside and stay for the night." He patted my head like a father would, and tears once again welled up in the corners of my eyes. I knew I was heavily emotional in the moment.
I hadn't even processed what I had endured over the past few days. With my weakened state, I followed him. His mansion was grand with many staircases leading upstairs and to different floors.
"Sophia! Where is Ursula?" Lord McQuoid called for the maid in a white apron and blue dress. They had a uniform for maids, and there were so many of them.
My mother must not have to work a single day anymore, yet she couldn't bring herself to soften up for me. I thought all these luxuries and comforts might have changed her resentment toward me, but I guess I was wrong.
"Dad! Why did you bring this maid inside?" The guy from earlier, Norman, appeared, walking downstairs. He wasn't wearing the glasses that had hidden his eyes.
"She is not a maid," Lord McQuoid corrected his son, who frowned and tilted his head. His eyes briefly landed on me before he turned back to his father. "She is Ursula's daughter from her fated mate."
That was all it took for Lord McQuoid to change the look on Norman's face.
"And Helanie, this is my eldest son, Norman A. McQuoid. He is not only the finest trainer at my academy but also manages my business." The pride in his voice made me think about my own parents. I never made them proud like this. In fact, one wanted to kill me while the other refused to acknowledge me as her child.
However, I was jolted back to reality when Norman scoffed at me.
"Why is her daughter here?" His tone was stern and harsh, clearly unwelcoming. He was now looking me deep in my eyes while unbuttoning his coat.
"Because, just like you stay here with your father, she can visit her mother," Lord McQuoid tried to reason, but the tall man seemed unmoved.
"She visited; now she can leave," Norman stood his ground, his eyes harshly examining. I felt under attack but maintained my composure to avoid showing discomfort under his gaze.
"You will not make that decision, young man. Besides, the mansion has many rooms; she can sleep in any of them for the night—," His words were interrupted by the arrival of my mother.
"Didn't I tell you to leave?" Her voice was quite loud this time as she glared at me.
"Easy! Don't you see, she is pretty shaken up. I think we should let her stay for the night," Lord McQuoid interjected and I wondered if he was the only one who could see the pain on my face. I must admit, it did intrigue me to wonder how it must feel to have a father like him.
"No! She will not stay here. If it's about safety, I can ask my driver to drop her back home. But she will not stay here. I will not allow this woman to bring her family and take over. We let you bring in this woman at one promise that you won't expect more from us, but now her daughter is here too," Norman yelled, causing me to step back and away from everyone. He kept glaring at me, taking off his coat and casually stretching his arm to the side to hand it over to the maid.
"Norman, you're scaring the little girl," Lord McQuiod attempted to step between us as Norman slowly lost his composure. The amount of hatred from someone I had just met surprised me.
"I think Norman is right. She should be dropped off," my mother agreed with her stepson, just to please him.
"I won't go back home," I said firmly. I knew I couldn't return there. There was no home for me. Despite being disrespected here, I knew this would be the safest place for me.
The silence thickened the air. While the Rogue King seemed genuinely concerned, my mother covered her mouth, hiding her shock at my statement.
But it was Norman McQuoid who lost his temper and came directly at me. "You are not staying here. This is not your home," he yelled, pointing his finger in my face. "I am not working hard so people like you can take advantage of the luxuries I provide. You need to leave."
The disdain in his voice and the elegance still persisted, but his tone was sharp, and the clenching of his jaw didn't go unnoticed either. As he continued glaring into my eyes, I began to see stars. I had been starving, and the pain from the night of terror had not yet healed. I had only covered the bruises and wounds under a large sweater and an oversized dress, but that didn't mean they didn't exist.
His scent was so strong just like his presence that I began to lose my consciousness.
My vision blurred, and my body began to crumble. "Step aside, look what you've done," I could only hear Lord McQuoid's voice before I passed out. I watched him push his son aside and approach me.
I don't know who carried me to where but I kept having these dreams of the past.
'Mommy will always love you,' Those words were once spoken by my mother.
'Daddy will be proud of his little girl when she grows up and becomes a pack's doctor,' My dad used to be so loving before he exposed his infidelity. I was my parents' spoiled princess, but only until I was six. After that, I don't even remember who I was. Just an excuse to make each other look bad or guilty.
They used me in their personal war, and now I was without a family, a loved one, a parent, or even a friend.
"Ahh!" My neck hurt so much from sleeping in the same position, probably. I winced as I began to wake.
"I've never seen Norman lose his temper before," I heard some people talking around me. It was a woman's voice.
"Of course he was angry. He was having such a hard time seeing us around, and then she showed up," This time, the voice sounded much younger.
"What if he kicks us out as well?" the girl asked.
"That won't happen. You are my childhood best friend, someone who left the pack with me and took her little daughter into the wilderness just so that she could be with me. I will never let this girl ruin our lives," that was my mother. I realized the other two were Aunt Emma and her daughter, who had left the pack with my mother many years ago.
"She's waking up," the girl, Charlotte, who I used to play with when I was little, announced as she saw me struggling to open my eyes. I had never felt so weak before.
"Come on, stop this drama and get up. You're leaving." My mother didn't care about my condition. I bet she couldn't even sense that something was wrong with me. She just grabbed my arm to pull me out of the bed again, but this time, I shrugged myself free, hugging myself and shaking my head.
"Lord McQuoid said I can stay here," I uttered miserably.
"Look at her, she's already trying to take Lord McQuoid on her side," Aunt Emma had not changed in her behavior. She was still the same arrogant lady with her eyebrow raised and a scowl on her face.
"Imagine, this is how the calmest one behaved. Girl, you better leave if you don't want to fall under the radar of the other brothers. They are not as nice as Norman," Charlotte stated, and my body shuddered. What did she mean by that? Norman was nice? Did that mean the others would be worse than him?
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