A Love Reawakened The Alpha’s Regret



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The following morning, I was at my mom's place. I had to drop Reina off first at school before going to her place. Since Darius walked out of my room the previous day, I hadn't seen him. Although a part of me wondered about him and I quickly pushed the thoughts to the back of my head, another part of me was grateful he didn't come find me again. A sudden hatred had grown in me after I heard about him and Daisy against my will yesterday. I don't want to see him or Daisy. Maybe it's jealousy! A small part of me murmured and I scoffed. That's bullshit.

"Your father always does that," My mother suddenly interrupted my thoughts. She was wearing one of my dad's old shirts and carrying a box as well. Her hair was tied up in a tight bun, her lips in a thin line but the bags under her eyes were not unnoticeable. Her shoulders were slacked as if she was carrying the world's heaviest burden. Werewolves usually struggle or suffer whenever they lose their mates and I know my mom was no different but the fact that she's still standing, forcing herself to smile was an epitome of her courage, strength, and resilience. She was fighting for her life and I could see that.

"What?" I asked, breaking out of the trance. I moved the spoon in my cereals reluctantly as I looked away from her.

"He always talked to himself and scoffed whenever he was in disbelief of something,"

I shook my head. There was no way I could've been talking to myself. "No, I'm not talking to myself and I'm not in disbelief of anything,"

She gave me a side look that brought a smile to both of our faces. "if you say so, Angela. If you say so,"

"I'm serious,"

I'm not jealous of Darius and Daisy. She can be his second chance mate for all I care. They can be the love of each other's life, that's none of my fucking business but the goddess knows if Darius touches me one more time, I'll fucking unalive him. How can he be in love with a girl and pin for another? He even had the effrontery to lie to me about us still being mates.

Bullshit. I muttered under my breath.

"You're doing it again,"

I looked up to see her watching me. I knew at that point I had to change the topic before she started questioning me about the matter. My mom and I still have our differences and it seemed as if we had an unspoken agreement about not talking about what had happened in the past. We're mostly focused on the present and future.

"What's that?" I pointed at the box she was holding.

Her eyes slide down to the box. "These are some of your dad's old stuff. I'm trying to get rid of them little by little,"

"MOM!" I yelled. I couldn't believe she was doing that. How can she get rid of Dad's things so easily? I know she's hurting but she doesn't have to do this.

"What? Do you want me to be holding on to his things even after he's gone? I'm trying to survive here, Angela,"

I stood up from the stool and walked closer to her. She had already dropped the box on the kitchen counter and had her arms folded on her stomach. "Mom, can you wait for a while before you get rid of his things?"

"The therapist I'm seeing believes it'll be better to not see things that'll remind me of him. I'm not throwing away his stuff, I'm just putting them into the basement till I'm strong enough to look at them again,"

I understood her better. I placed my head on her shoulder and she hugged me. "I didn't know you've been seeing a therapist,"

"Darius got me one. The therapist usually comes to see me twice a week. He's a lovely young man, you should meet him someday,"

"Are you trying to set me up with him?" I joked.

She glared at me. "Do you want me to set you up with him?" She joined my ridiculous joke and we started bantering over it.

I could see her smiling a little.

A knock resounded on the door, gaining both of our attention. The smile slipped off our faces and I turned to check who it was. As I opened the door, I was greeted by Azalea. I only got to find out his name from Charles who told me Azalea was more of a Beta to Darius than he was.

"Hello," I waved a little at him. Azalea was a big wolf. Almost standing at the same height as Darius if not a few centimeters below him. He always had a stoic, rigid expression on his face.

"The elders want to see you at the Filament of questioning. You should come immediately,"

I closed the door gently before my mother could hear what was happening. "Am I getting arrested?" I asked. My heart was racing more than usual. I was trying to stay courageous and not show fear.

"No. You're getting escorted to the place by me," He replied.

I took a good look at him and nodded.

I walked back into the house to pick up my jacket. My mom asked worriedly if everything was okay and I lied to her that Darius wanted to see me. I asked her if it wouldn't be a problem picking up Reina for me later and she told me she loved spending time with Reina. It's surprising how the same two people I'd tried my possible best to keep from meeting now became each other's best friend.

When we arrived at the filament of questioning, I was told to sit outside the Questioning Room and wait for me to be called in. The filament of questioning sounded scary for its name but it's just a building that sits at the centre of the pack. It's mostly used for meetings or what we call wolves' jury where punishments are passed out to sinners.

Darius walked out of the Questioning Room a few minutes after I'd been waiting. He was wearing a black shirt, black pants, and a black shoe. His shirt clung to his muscles for dear life. He smirked at me and I could feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

I quickly looked away from him, reminding myself that I hated him.

"Are you ready?" He asked me. I shook my head. I wasn't ready to talk to him.

"I'm ready to see you leaving me alone," I answered.

"Are we still on that issue, Nibbles?" he asked, sighing deeply.

"What do you want?" I snapped.

He locked eyes with me and I quickly looked away.

"Don't say anything when you get in there. Let me do the talking and you'll be out before you know it," he quietly instructed me.

I groaned deliberately just to piss him off. "Fuck off, Darius" I spat.

"That's not a way to say thank you to someone who wants to help you,"

I turned to him, looked him straight in the eyes, and spat. "You can shove that fucking help up your stupid, pathetic ass," I cursed. "I don't need your help, I can do fine all by myself,"

I could see anger gently settling in his heart through his eyes. Fuck the way I could read through him like an open book sometimes. He cocked his head and smirked again. I wish I could kiss that stupid smirk off his lips. No! No! I didn't mean kiss, I meant punch. Damn! I ran my fingers through my hair. Just when I thought one of us would say something, the door of the room was thrown open.

"You can come in now, Miss Angela,"

I stood up. I wanted to look back at Darius but he was already right behind me. I walked into the room for the first time in my life and I was surprised at how plain and simple it was. Just a podium and rows of chairs for elders and all those concerned. Today, it was just the elders.

"I'm sure you already know what your offense is," They asked as soon as I stood on the podium right in front of them.

I nodded. "Yes, Elders,"

"Before we call out your punishment, do you have anything to say?"

"I have evidence here with me that shows that I didn't do it," I Lifted up the flash drive that contained all the videos from the nanny cam in Reina's room.

I was directed to the computer in the room. I inserted the flash drive. Once it opened, I cursed under my breath. I removed it and inserted it again. At the third trial, I held the flash drive with all the anger stored insider of me.

"What's wrong?" A voice asked from behind.

"Its empty, it's fucking empty,"