Chapter 99
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I walked into his room with a heavy heart, I was beginning to suffocate. I thought I had lived the worst part of my life.
I would not have believed it if someone had told me earlier that life would give me more plot twists later in the future than I had ever received in my entire life.
I was angry at Liam at first but putting myself in his shoes, I already began seeing the reasons he did what he did. I needed him right now, but I felt his hesitance to follow me, and that, too, I can understand.
I knew I needed to cry but the tears wouldn't come no matter how I forced myself into producing sobbing sounds. I looked like a joke, I felt like a character being played around by life itself. What was all this?
I knew I couldn't self-harm anymore like I did after I got older. I needed to vent through tears, but the idea of self-harming repulsed me.
When I tried to cry again, I started laughing. I knew at this point that I had gone mad. What else could I call this?
I couldn't stop laughing no matter how hard I tried. In my attempt to stop laughing, I laughed even harder till tears streamed down my face.
The laughter turned into a fit of cough, and in between this, I heard my name being called, but I couldn't respond as I felt tingling all through my body.
I kept laughing till I perceived Liam's woody scent mixed with the smell of cigars. In my delusional state, I blindly looked for him, my hands waving themselves in the air till it was caught midway.
'Moon?" I heard his voice loud and clear now, it was tough and coarse.
'Moon please." He pleaded, trying to hold me in place, I could see his pained face through my half-opened eyes.
I wanted to tell him whatever was happening wasn't under my control. I knew I was laughing, I knew it was the wrong way to express the grief I felt, but I couldn't stop. I felt like I had gone crazy.
'Moon Baby." He softened his voice, struggling to keep me in place in his arms, and finally, he succeeded in hugging me close to himself.
I felt tingles all over me, but it wasn't the bad type of tingles that made me go all up to cloud nine and lose my senses; it was the type that calmed whatever it was I was currently feeling at the moment down.
'Moon?" He called me again, I assumed that this time around, he needed an answer.
I could not respond, I tried to, but I couldn't form words at all, and I couldn't care less; I snuggled closer to him, and he weaved his hand through my curls, the other one patting my back.
I was still giggling, but slowly, very slowly, my giggles morphed into sniffles, and soon, I began to cry.
'Yes, Baby." He muttered above my head.
'Cry all you want." He encouraged in a soft voice.
'Cry it all out, feel all the emotions you need to feel." He kept encouraging me, patting my back slowly and steadily.
Soon, it felt like the dam was set loose in my head, and I began to sob, taking a handful of his clothes as painful memories flashed across my mind.
'Go on. Hit me if you want. Hit me if it will help; go on, cry it all out, Sweet." His low voice kept me going.
It felt heavy at first, crying with the mental images in my head. I began to hit his chest but not in a hard way. My hands lost their strength and it all ended up in weak punches.
'Why?" That was the only word I could say.
'I don't know either Babe. I don't." He just stood there staring at me as I kept crying, tears left his eyes too. His long lashes were wet, his thin lips disappeared into his mouth because he folded them probably to avoid crying out loud.
The image of my guilt-stricken biological parents boldly played out before me, and I stopped the tears at once. I tried to be angry at them but I could not. How can I? When my mum looked like she had her memories wiped off, my dad was ignorant of the fact that I existed because my mum was kidnapped.
'Are…are you all right?" He stuttered, he was nervous and full of guilt as well.
'Alpha Victor," I called out slowly, the name rolling off my tongue and leaving a bitter taste behind, my finger dug into the palms of my hands, as I stared ahead with the intensity of a flaming fire.
I heard him draw in a sharp intake of air and I looked at him.
'Look Moon, I am sorry, I am extremely sorry it had to be this way. That it had to be from the man whose groin…"
He tried to explain, but I knew he wasn't defending Victor. I knew he felt guilty because he was the direct descendant of the devil's incarnate and that was what made me blow off.
I still don't understand why I am getting this angry. It was as if there was someone in me who wasn't me; the emotions I felt were strange, and this time, the anger was rising fast.
'Don't fucking apologize!" I shouted at his face, and he looked stunned; his eyes widened to look at my widened eyes, too.
I was annoyed, an emotion that wasn't mine, and I was surprised too; this later emotion was from me because I felt the shock in every fiber of my being.
'So what? He is your father, then what?" My lips just kept on going, I couldn't stop.
'He is Victor and you are fucking Liam! An Alpha of his pack!" I yelled, my index finger hitting his chest at the end of every word while he just stood there staring at me like some sort of zombie.
'Share your memories with me." I finally said.
This was where I realized that the voice sounded different from mine, but hold up! What did I mean by my sharing of memories? I tried to explain to Liam that I didn't know what was up with me but he already bit into his hand before biting into mine.
I yelped at the pain I felt before our blood connected, and he muttered something, and soon, memories that weren't mine began to flash before me, both the good and the bad, the painful and the sweet.
Oh Dear Liam, he too had had his fair share of struggles. If there was anything I felt the most now, it was hate for Alpha Victor and I would make sure to hunt him down till the very last.
Wait, is that….
I saw myself sitting just outside my parents' room, and a boy with blonde hair came to my defense. That…that was Liam!?
I widened my eyes, and he did too, like he had just realized something. Just like fiery fire, the intense emotion in the air created sparks that flew around me, blowing off fireworks in my head.
Soon, my lips smashed his mid-way; I had never kissed this passionately in my life.
‘That's more like it Moon.' The voice I was still trying to get used to rang in my head.
I was startled.
‘I am your wolf.' The voice answered the question in my head.
My wolf.
