Special Chapter: Author's POV
Linda sat and watched Nevaeh as she slept but the young girl soon grew bored and decided to take a short snack break.
She checked and made sure that Nevaeh seemed comfortable before quietly leaving the room.
Shortly after, the sleeping child turned around on her side, as she attempted to fully go back to sleep, lightning flashed and thunder struck, instantly waking her up with a scare. Nevaeh quickly sat up and looked around, frightened, her vision was a bit blurry due to sleep but she was still aware of her surroundings.
She scratched at her eyes a bit and looked around but she found no one. She called out to her mum and Linda but she got no reply and she became very scared.
At the sound of another thunderbolt, Nevaeh practically jumped from the bed and began crying. She walked around the room and even went to the bathroom but she still couldn't find anyone. She kept calling out to her mother but all she could hear was the sound of her own voice and the storm that was preparing to unleash outside.
She decided to search for her mother outside of the room because she was very scared and wanted Evelyn to hold her in her arms.
She left the room and just kept walking through the empty corridor, going in search of her mother but the hallway was long and she couldn't find anyone to help her because everyone was currently at the party but like a brave little girl, she kept walking forward, despite her fears.
She eventually arrived at the entrance of the Grand Hall and she saw that the room was filled with so many people, music was playing and everyone seemed like they were enjoying themselves despite the fact that a heavy storm had begun outside. This left Nevaeh puzzled but she quickly had an idea. If there were so many people here, then there was certainly a possibility that her mother was here as well.
She wiped her tears and went inside still clad in her Hello Kitty onesie.
Zephyr's POV
Misery.
That is the definition of my soul. It just really hurts when your past mistakes come back to bite you in the butt despite the fact that you really want to change. I understand that once trust is broken, it cannot be fixed but somehow, I had always had faith that Evelyn would forgive me but following our recent encounters, I'm starting to lose hope but I just can't.
She doesn't even want to have anything to do with me let alone accept me as her mate once more. Four years ago, I was young and foolish and maybe a little bit bitter but all I did back then, I did because I felt it was the right thing to do.
After realizing my mistake, I want to take back everything I did but I just can't, the only thing I can do is apologize continuously and try to earn her forgiveness but I've not had much luck with that.
She claims to have forgiven me but acts like the mere sight of me disgusts her and to be honest, it hurts like hell. I can't really blame her though, I can't even forgive myself so how can she forgive me? She spoke about going through emotional trauma, I also experienced some of that and I know just how terrible it is. When I heard that my father had been murdered just two days before my eighteenth birthday, I couldn't express how much pain I felt and because I'm a man, I wasn't expected to cry, I wasn't expected to show any weakness. I was the only thing that my mother had left so I had to offer her my shoulder to cry on but bottle up my own tears. I held so much anger and grief within me that it threatened to end me. I was more appalled when I heard that Evelyn was the one who had killed my father.
I had known her for a while but we weren't friends, she was the only mute girl in the Pack and her mother was mum's friend. She was also close to my father and sometimes I felt jealous due to the bond they had. My father was always hard on me growing up but he was always gentle with her whenever she came around. He always told me that he treated me the way he did because I would be the Alpha one day, I needed to grasp strength, perseverance and leadership and when I understood what he meant, I had no hard feelings against Evelyn. But upon hearing the fact that the girl who my father had treated like his very own daughter had murdered him in cold blood, it sprung up all times of nasty feelings within me, feelings that I had never experienced before.
I wanted to go over to the prison cell and rip her to pieces at that moment but I was held back, I was told to look after my mother instead. At the time, she had been suffering from terrible health so the loss of my father really dealt her a terrible blow. I stayed with her all the time so I couldn't attend Evelyn's trial. I'm happy that I didn't because I was so enraged at the time that if I had set eyes on her, I wouldn't have hesitated to strangle her to death.
I and my mother were in mourning and I was still young at the time so the Beta took over the affairs of the pack as regent for a short period. On my eighteenth birthday, which was two days after his death, I laid my father to rest instead of throwing a lavish party. Yes, my father was buried on my eighteenth birthday and that scarred me forever, it made me thirsty for revenge. Right there on my father's grave, I swore to torment and ruin the life of his killer.
As if to aggravate my suffering, my mother died a few days after my father was buried. I lost her too and became an orphan and in that moment, I just wanted to lose myself. I didn't want to have to bear the agonizing pain. I wasn't used to the feeling, being a prince, I had been pampered my whole life so this kind of pain was something I could barely take.
I had to bury my mother as well and I laid her right next to my father, where she should be.
I blamed her death on Evelyn as well because I was of the notion that if my father hadn't been killed by her, my mother wouldn't have succumbed to grief and lost her life. My young, eighteen year old self only blamed one person for all my problems and all my misery.
Evelyn Emerson.
And I swore to avenge my parents each and every day. My heart became hard as stone and in order to be able to fulfill my promise to them, I had to kill my emotions and act like a beast. I didn't get over my grief, I didn't want to, I wanted to use it as a weapon against the culprit.