THE REVELATION.
Kyra.
I scowled at her,my anger surging, my pride wounded by her guts.
"You have no right to order me around," I retorted, she knew I hated her .
Infact the feeling was super duper mutual.
She stared down at me like it was my fault that there was war in heaven.
"I'm going nowhere." I said my tone was laced with venom,so much . "I'll come and see her when I'm good and ready.When I'm super ready,when I'm done with breakfast.And besides tomorrow is my eighteenth birthday I need to sleep then plan for it."
"I wonder where that kind hearted woman got you from,you can breakfast while your mother is dying ."
She turned on her heels and began walking to the door.
"Come with me Sara." She called to the maid."We have got work to do."
I know nothing was wrong with my mother.Other than a little headache from time to time and that persistent cough which had refused to leave.
She just can't die,my life would be meaningless.
They just wanted me to come see her.
God.
I groaned inwardly.
With a huff of indignation and a deadly look cast at her, I swung my long legs over the edge of the bed and pushed myself to my feet.
I ignored her pointed glare as I stormed past her down to my mothers room.
I walked with light steps towards her room ,I pushed the door open as gently as I could but as soon as my eyes danced into the room,I hurried inside rushing towards her side.
My eyes danced wildly.
She looked so frail,like she would sink into that big bed any moment from now.
She lifted a thin frail hand beckoning towards me .My eyes watered as I fell in her bosom.
"What happened to you mom?"
I knew my question was so stupid and sucks .I had only cared about myself never bothering to know how my mother was faring.
She was super busy and I hardly saw her during the day.
"Mom. " I called again ,my voice choking with pain and the horror of seeing her in this state
My heart raced in every emotion necessary,tears streamed down my facem
"Mom!" I called out again as if it would make her gain more pounds of flesh and she would tell me it was all a prank.
My voice trembles with a sense of fear as she smiles weekly at me.
Her once vibrant and smiling eyes were filled with pain,unsaid pains,hidden that she didn't want me to know
"Darling," she said weakly, a faint smile dancing on her thin frail lips ."Happy birthday,Kyra." She lifted her hands and brushed back my sun coloured hair.
The sound of her voice, though barely a whisper,so small,so inaudible filling me with both panic and anguish -
"My birthday is tomorrow mom,not today ." I was reminded.
She nodded so weakly I feared that her neck might snap if she did that again.
I took her frail hand gently in mine.
"Mom, why didn't anyone tell me ,why didn't you tell me that you are sick,why didn't you tell me ?" I asked, the words stumbling against each other like some kind of puzzle m
"Why did you keep it from me?" I yelled at Rosa who stared back at me without saying a word.
She stood in the doorway,pity in her eyes.
"Don't blame anyone,my sweetheart,I strictly told them not to tell you,I didn't want you to worry." She said as her have tightened around mine.
Her touch was soft, reassuring,it spoke volumes yet silent.
Her voice was so small that I could barely hear her.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I gazed down at her, my heart breaking at the sight of her lying there, so frail and vulnerable.
"But Mom,you should have let me know."I protested weakly,the weight of the guilt pressing into my shoulders making me look so small.
"Shhhhhh." She said "You are still a child,there is nothing you could have done my dear.You are turning Eighteen tomorrow and I feel that there is a lot of things you need to know."She stared at me and I could see her eyes brimming with unshed tears
Feeling rushing emotion raced through me as I leaned in and embraced her burying my tear streaked face in the corner of her neck.
"I love you so much mom." I whispered.
"I love you too,Kyra.You have been the best thing that have happened to me but it breaks my heart seeing you like this."
She croaked,her voice laced with pain.
She held me close, so close to her like a mother cat would do to her kittens.
Her arms enveloping me in a warm embrace that felt so cool and sweet.
After being locked in the embrace for a while she lifted her head and stared into my eyes.
I could see the undeniable love dancing in them.
"Remember that I always love you , Kyra Louisa Blane."
She sniffed and I could see that stubborn tears that had been held down for two long sliding down.
There's so much I need to tell you, my darling," she began, "I thank the moon goddess that you have come of age and soon you will find your mate." Her voice filtered like the rays of sunlight, shaking slightly as she spoke.
"I don't understand." I croaked a knot tightening in the pit of my stomach.
I swallowed ,the tears suddenly dried up from my eyes.
"There are so many things I wished I could have told you while you were growing up but I was busy chasing the wind ."
She had a very faraway look in her eyes.
"If I can't tell you the whole story,Rosa here will teach you , guide you ,tell you all you need to know."
I turned to glance at Rosa.
Was that a smirk I saw in her face tugging at her lips.
"Mother,I called...."
"The wealth we enjoyed is not ours."
GOODBYES. Kyra. “My time is short,I don't have much time,Kyra,you must listen to me attentively."She coughed.And. Could see it just as she pressed the white handkerchief ,I could see it then,the handkerchief which she had been holding was stained with red stains.My eyes danced wildly,I sniffed, feeling the hot stung of tears."The wealth, everything doesn't belong to the Blane family ...He will be coming for you tomorrow to reclaim everything here which includes you,you are to pay the debt."What the hell ?What was mom talking about ?Debt? Reclaim? Will he be coming for me ?I don't understand."I'm not going with a stranger." I protested , balling my fists."I'm not going with anybody and I'm definitely not going to the trenches."But Mom said nothing,it seemed like she was giving puffs of her life little by little and as if my questions were making her lose her strength. "Who is coming for me? What debt do I owe?" I persisted,I was beginning to cry now .I thought about my wh
THE ARRIVAL. Kyra. Eighteen; the age when most girls were dreaming of prom dresses and college acceptance letters but for me it was a countdown to a fate I couldn't escape. It all began like a dream. Just yesterday I was told I was going to pay for a debt I did not owe. I stood looking out of my window watching the early morning rain send pangs of sound on the roof making me shiver as I waited for him. As the clock struck 12:00 in the afternoon as if the rain was waiting for it to make a shrill sound, the sound of rain pounding against the windows suddenly began to pour slowly.I have spent the eve of my birthday drowning in my fears, in my memories and in my diary. I stared down at my beautiful designer dress, a sense of uneasiness settled over me like a suffocating blanket It seems like I was lost in my thoughts or lost down memory lane for as soon as the sun began its journey through the sky there was a knock at my door. I froze my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled
AWAY. Kyra. “Very well then .” He said then turning to Rosa in a slow prideful kind of way,he asked “Has she been prepared to come with me ?’“certainly.” Rosa replied almost immediately there was a kind of sadness in her eyes as she looked at me and held my hands gently. “You'll be going with him darling.”She said “I… I don't understand.” I stammered my voice barely more than a whisper .”Going with him to where?” I asked.The loosk from him and Rosa made me realized that my question was stupid “To his Pack , Bloodshadow Pack.” Rosa answered Normal me would have protested, stamped my feet on the floor and throw tantrums, but I don't know what was happening ,as if a spell had been cast on me. I couldn't do anything just staring at him .My heart kept on pounding I couldn't understand what was going on .I wanted to go back to sleep, go back to the dream and wake up on my own and realize today was Monday and that I was having a chemistry test which I didn't prepare for becaus
REFUSAL. Damon. The scene blurred into a green and brown haze as I gazed out my window. My mind was elsewhere, focused on the slender, blonde girl sitting next to me. Kyra. My mate. My debt collector. When she found out that she wasn't giving up her old life, I couldn't help but think of the look on her face. Tears, desperation, and resignation. It was almost palpable, that's for sure. I felt a sense of guilt, but my reasoning quickly put it to rest. After all, this was a business transaction. Debt owed, debt paid. The car slowed, and I turned my attention to the sprawling estate in front of us. My mansion in Bloodshadow Pack was a marvel of modern architecture and it blended perfectly with nature. As Kyra saw the graciousness and beauty of the mansion, the manicured lawn, as well as sleek black cars parked in the driveway, I sensed her awe. I extended my hand to Kyra while we spoke.“ You'll receive the best possible treatment." I said but her mind was also faraway,a
THE OTHER SIDE OF HIM.Kyra. 'Why am I here?' I blurted out, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and frustration. The Alpha – my mate, as he had so boldly declared – turned to face me, his piercing gaze cutting through the silence that had settled between us. "You're here because you're mine, Kyra," he said, his voice calm and measured. My heart raced, the weight of his words on my shoulders like a heavy load. "I've never agreed to that," I said weakly, the futility of my arguments already took a step closer, and I instinctively stepped back, my back hitting the ornate doorframe of the lavish bedroom he had shown me. "It's not important," he told her, his voice low and menacing. "Your mother's debt has been settled, and you are now my property." I swallowed hard, and my throat dry with fear. "It's unfair," I said, my eyes begging him to see the turmoil that engulfed me. "My dear," he replied, a hint of amusement lacing his voice, "life is rarely fair. He added, a hin
MODIFICATIONS. Kyra. Kyra's perspective.The Bloodshadow Pack mansion's large windows let me plenty of natural light, but it didn't lessen the weight in my chest. Now, in spite of its opulence, my new home felt like a gilded cage. I could not help but feel the weight of the life I was thrust into as I dressed in the clothes that were provided for me—a deep blue dress that was elegant but simple and devoid of any of the pink or glitter I normally loved. I snapped out of my trance by a tap on the door. Glancing across, I noticed a young lady dressed as a maid. She gave a small bow before continuing.Miss Kyra, good morning. I'm Eliza, and I've been tasked with helping you in any way you require. I faked a modest smile at her. "Eliza, thank you. I suppose I should find out where the dining room is first. Eliza nodded, her face kind and perceptive. Naturally, Miss. Kindly go with me. While meandering through the never-ending hallways lined with pictures of past Alphas and Lunas, my t
REVEALING THE SECRETS OF THE PACK. Kyra. The days flew by in a haze of solitude and pleasure. Even though I was surrounded by luxury, I still felt confined by the massive Bloodshadow mansion's walls. Damon's behavior continued to be erratic, alternating between extended periods of benevolence and brusque moments of kindness. I was caught in the crossfire of a man obviously divided between duty and passion. The only thing I could do was explore the mansion. I found elaborate chambers and undiscovered nooks, each more magnificent than the last. I was stuck feeling like a prisoner in a gilded cage despite the grandeur. Everything was dominated by Damon, who served as a continual reminder of my situation.One evening, I decided to go for a walk in the vast gardens of the mansion after another uncomfortable dinner with Damon. The air was heavy with the aroma of budding flowers and the cool night air. It provided a much-needed break from the stress that seemed to follow me around. I sa
REVERBERATIONS OF THE PAST. Kyra. After making this discovery late at night, I had a fresh sense of purpose in the days that followed. My resolve to find out the truth was fueled by Damon's cryptic warnings and the private talks I had overheard. I looked through the library of the mansion for hours, trying to find anything that might explain my involvement here or the reason behind Damon's mother's enigmatic debt. I was perusing the shelves one afternoon when I noticed an ancient, leather-bound journal nestled among some worn-out volumes. The pages had yellowed with age and the cover was tatty. I opened it to the first page out of curiosity. The words were hardly readable despite the exquisite yet fading script.As I read, it became evident that Isabella Blackwood, Damon's mother, was the owner of the journal. Her journals were replete with details of her upbringing, hardships, and intense affection for her family. But the tone changed as I read on. The entries became more sinist