My Secret Life (New Edition) Maleah novel Chapter 283

97%

The Lycan King’s Army

Chapter 283 Reasons

Alayah’s p.o.v.

Finished

My name is Alayah, a sixteen–year–old Lycan. My father is dead. My mother looks like she wants to abandon me. This often puts me in a state of unrest.

Now I’m sitting on the back porch, watching my mother lie near the flowerbed, lost in her own world as usual.

She’s always been distant, drifting in and out of my life since I was little. According to Grandma, my mother cared for me when I was a baby, but as soon as I was old enough to react, she started pulling away. No one’s ever told me why.

Dinner’s always the same when she’s around: quiet, tense. Grandma and I do most of the talking, though even she knows better than to expect much from my mother.

After dinner, I retreat to my room to focus on my accounting studies. I chose this path because most Pack leaders don’t like doing it, and I want to help our Alpha. It’s my way of contributing, of finding some control in a life where my mother’s absence has always been constant.

When I wake up the next morning, I already know–my mother’s gone again. She always leaves in the dead of night, and we just wait for her to come back, though a part of me hopes she never does. Another part of me still clings to the idea that maybe, just maybe, we could have a normal relationship.

It wasn’t always like this. My father died in a Rogue attack six months after they had marked one another. Grandma told me they were Mates, and Mom was devastated after losing Dad, and even finding out she was with Pup couldn’t pull her from her depression, Grandma had to watch her twenty four seven.

She stayed until I was eight, then began disappearing for months at a time, never caring about my life or asking about school.

‘The only thing she ever did was sit by the flowerbed my father planted for her, staring at the sky. I keep that

flowerbed alive–it’s the only piece of my father I have left.

Then, just a few days before I turned seventeen, something shifted. Mom came back after months away, looked at me for the first time in years, and simply said, “I am sorry but you remind me too much of him.” She left again shortly after, and it was the last time I saw her.

I finally understood–her pain was tied to me, to how much I look and act like my father. I had his jet black hair and emerald, green eyes. It sounded as if I was an exact copy of him, with of course the difference that I am a female.

I wanted to know more about Dad and I was talking to Grandma’s Brother, Uncle Rex, and he let it slip that Dad was our Beta’s older brother, and I realized I had more family than I ever knew,

Grandma never took me to the Pack–house, not even for huge celebrations. She never told me about the rest of my family. I wasn’t sure if Dad’s family knew about me, maybe they asked Grandma to keep me away from them, maybe Mom made her promise to never take me to the Pack–house.

So I just decided to visit the Pack–house, searching for answers.

As I approached the Pack–house, I felt a knot form in my stomach. Topaz and I prepared ourselves for the worst–my family rejecting me just like Mom had.

1/3

Chapter 203 Reasons

“Good morning, Alpha,” I said.

Finished

“Good morning. I don’t believe we’ve met. Who are you?” His voice was curious, but not harsh. Next to him stood a tall, imposing figure. My uncle.

“My name is Alayah,” I replied, holding his gaze. “I live with my grandmother near the eastern border.”

Alpha Randell glanced at my uncle, and I caught the confusion on my uncle’s face. There it was–the question he wouldn’t ask. I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction. If my uncle wanted to know if I was his niece, he could ask me himself. I wouldn’t make this casy for him.

“You can have breakfast in the dining hall. Once you’re done, I want to see you in my office.” Alpha Randell said to me before he walked away.

“Of course, Alpha.”

When I was done with breakfast, I dropped off my plate and mug, then made my way to the Alpha’s office. My uncle walked beside me, silent. Topaz, ever the troublemaker, kept making faces at him, sticking her tongue out in mock defiance.

When we reached the office, my uncle opened the door without knocking. I wasn’t going to follow without permission, though. “What are you waiting for?” he muttered. “A written invitation?”

I looked him dead in the eye. “For Alpha Randell to invite me in. I’m not his Beta or his Gamma, and I’m not his Mate, so I’ll wait for permission.”

The room went quiet as everyone stared at me. I kept my composure, instructing Topaz to settle down. Finally, Alpha Randell spoke. “Alayah, you’re allowed to enter.”

I stepped into the office. “Thank you, Alpha. I just wasn’t sure. Protocol states that no one enters an Alpha’s office without an invitation, and it sounded more like an order than an invitation.”

• Alpha Randell’s lips twitched, but before he could say anything, a voice asked, “Are you my granddaughter?”

I froze, unsure who had asked the question. I turned to Alpha Randell. “My father died in a Rogue attack before I was born. I’ve lived with my grandmother all my life. I didn’t know much about my father’s side of the family until Uncle Rex let something slip. I’ve always wondered why no one from my father’s family ever came looking for me. I doubt my Mother and Grandmother hid my birth from anyone and that means that at least you as the Alpha should have known about my existence, Alpha Randell. ”

I didn’t wait for a response. Without another word, I left the office and the Pack–house. If they wanted to be part of my life, they could come to me. If not, I didn’t need them. I’d made it this far without them, and I could continue just the same.

Later, they did come to me. Alpha Randell explained to me that he didn’t tell them about me because they were still grieving the loss of my Father and that his family never really cared for my Mother. I had to ask Grandfather about the reason as Alpha Randell never really understood it himself.

Five years have passed since my first visit to the Pack–house. I have grown closer with my Father’s family and even Grandma has been able to form a relationship with all of them. Mom never returned for a visit because four years ago we felt the Pack–bond snap and Grandma explained it was done voluntarily, we both

knew it had to be Mom.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify