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Chapter 14:my mother

Conall's POV

She hesitated for a while, probably thinking of a good excuse, then she said, "I came to get tulips. I was going to head back out after collecting the tulips."

Tulips? What kind of excuse was that? What sort of outcast that was now a member of the free packs, an enemy to the real packs come down to the real pack's zone late at night and on a full moon just to get tulips? Now this omega was not only fierce but crazy as well, and somehow I loved crazy.

"Are you okay? You came to get tulips by this time during a full moon, when you are an outcast and clearly unwanted. You do know anyone from here can kill you, right?", I asked, trying to be as intimidating as possible.

"Not if I kill them first", she replied. Woah! Woah! My tactics of trying to intimidate this weak but confident Omega did not even work. Who did she think she was?

I scoffed. "You are too confident for a werewolf that is weak", I said, and in my head I added, 'and sexy.'

There was silence for a while. I was surprised that I stood for nearly five minutes without doing or saying anything. I hated unsolicited silence and, worse, time wastage. Staying in silence was time wastage because there were some things I wanted to do with and to the Omega.

"You were the one that tried to attack my friend and then attacked me for saving my friend outside Vilnius the other day, right?", she asked.

I was slightly taken aback by the question. She recognized me and had the nerve to ask. There was another round of silence before I cleared my throat to prevent myself from stuttering.

"Yes, I am the one", I confessed. What was wrong with me? It was very unusual of me to attempt to admit anything.

Carina's POV

Even though it was dark, I could see his eyes bore into my skin. I was supposed to be vehemently hating all alphas, but here I was waiting for this particular alpha to talk to me, like he did not try to kill me some nights before.

"Yes, I am the one", he replied.

"I've heard about you and your ruthlessness. You nearly killed me, so now I believe that you are indeed ruthless", I said. 'And I need to know why you chose not to kill me', I added in my head.

I was barely audible, and it was hard to make a meaningful sentence while he looked at me the way he did.

"But I did not kill you", he said, stepping closer so the moonlight was shining on his face now. By this time, we were both in our human forms, so I saw his face clearly. He was also partly dressed, and looking at him made my body go hot. When I mean partly dressed, I am talking about his clothes being torn because he had transformed into his true form, a wolf. It happened to werewolves almost all the time.

But I had to do what I had planned to do and get going. I came here to get tulips, and that was all. 'That's a lie; you came here with the hopes of meeting the ruthless alpha', my inner mind said, and I shut it up.

"I think I should get going", I said, the tulips in my hand.

"You think I should let you go after trespassing?", he asked. My heart skipped when he asked the question. He did not want to let me go. I shook my head. I had to focus. The goal was to not get attracted to an Alpha because of his voice or how good he looked; the goal was 'revenge.'

"What do you want?", I asked.

After a few minutes of graveyard silence, he asked, "What is your name?"

"Carina", I replied, barely able to speak. What was he doing to me? "My name is Carina."

There were a few seconds of yet another graveyard silence before he decided to move out of my way, and suddenly I wanted him in my way again. "You may leave now, Carina, and never trespass again", he said. His voice was hoarse now, like he was struggling not to say or do something.

Had he just let me go without trying to kill me or harm me in some way? Why did I hear rumors of him being very wicked? I mean, he did try to kill me once, but that was because I sort of attacked him first. Or was he wicked to other werwolves except me? That was not possible. Was it?

Instead of walking away like I should have when I finally had the opportunity, I did not. "You are Conal, right?", I asked instead.

"Yes", he replied, his voice still hoarse.

'You already know his name; why did you ask? You just want him to notice you more. You want to talk to him', my inner mind said to me, but as usual, I shut it up.

"How is Dolores?", I asked out of the blues. Who wants to have a conversation this way? Conall was a fierce alpha, a member of the real packs who thought I was a weak Omega and did not deserve to be alive, and I was an Omega, a member of the free packs, and a revenge seeker, and here I was trying to continue a conversation that barely existed in the first place with a bunch of lilies in my hand. I was also in the real pack's zone, trying to talk to an enemy. What was I doing?

"My mother, the mad shapeshifter that exposed me as an Omega that is probably locked up or killed already", I added when there was an unbearable minute of silence. Maybe he did not know my mother by her name, but he would certainly know after my explanation.

"Oh, she is locked up, strictly watched by guards. But don't worry, Baldar is feeding her, and she's alive", he replied.

Hmph! Who said I was worried? My own mother lied to me all my life, and I was supposed to be worried about her?

'Face it. Apart from wanting to talk to this alpha you find very sexy, you brought up this conversation with your mother because, deep down, you don't want her dead', my inner mind said. Yes, I shut it up. I and my inner mind were going to have to discuss this day, so I would tell her to shut up and stop trying to expose me.

I bit my lower lips; keeping a conversation with Conall was tough. His replies were icy, and his voice was rough. I tried to think of something else to say, but nothing came up. Since he was still out of my way, I had to make wise use of the opportunity.

"Uhm, bye", I said, wanting to walk away, but he held me by my hands for less than three seconds, just enough for me to turn to look at him again.

"Do you want to see her? Your mother?", he asked.

If I were not trying so hard to convince myself that I wanted my mom dead, I would easily admit that I wanted to see her again and talk to her, even if she was crazy now.

"I need an answer", Conall said, snapping me back into reality.

"Uhm, yeah, sure", I blurted. There was no way he could or would want me to see Dolores again. He did not even look like he cared.

"Meet me here on the next full moon, by exactly eleven thirty pm. Don't you dare be late; I hate lateness", he said, walking away before I could utter another word. Did he have to be so icy? Anderson was never icy toward me. He loved and cherished me. Thinking about Anderson made me feel sick all of a sudden. I missed him, but I had to be alive to seek revenge on his behalf. Staying in these bushes where angry werewolves could easily attack me was not a good way to stay alive, so I hurried away from the bush, transforming into my true form and racing back to where I came from, hoping that I would not get attacked anymore.

The next day I went to see Cora, and as I expected, she was busy taking care of flowers. Again, I wondered how she was the strongest Luna of the free packs.

She looked up and saw me. "Oh, hey, Carina, I was not expecting to see you."

"Yes, of course, because you purposely set me up last night by sending those werewolves to attack me", I replied, handing the tulips to her.

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