THE ONLY FEMALE; FATED TO THE WRONG MATE

MY MOTHER

CHAPTER TWO: MY MOTHER.

RORY'S POV

"Elara, you lied to me!"

I yelled as loudly as I could the moment she entered the room. Her white hair was somewhat unkempt, and she looked like a sophisticated fifty-year-old lady, but I knew she was a two-hundred-year-old witch with a penchant for deception.

"Let me sit, child, before you wear yourself out,"

Elara said, her smile unwavering. That was the most infuriating thing about her: no matter the situation, she always smiled, and it felt manipulative.

"You shouldn't be smiling; it's insincere," I said, pacing back and forth.

Elara settled into a chair, her old, worn bag by her side. She rummaged through it, searching for something. I knew exactly what she was looking for – her beads. Elara had been stringing those peculiar, witchy beads for as long as I could remember. They were an assortment of bones, feathers, and gemstones, each one carefully selected and imbued with a subtle, mystical energy.

"You don't understand how angry and frustrated I am," I said, my tone lower, hoping to convey my emotions.

"Be patient," Elara replied, still searching for her beads.

Her response ignited my anger. "You don't even care that I didn't turn yesterday! You keep saying I'm the savior, but I possess no powers!" My voice trembled, and I struggled to hide my pain.

Elara finally looked up, her piercing white eyes locking onto mine. "Be patient," she repeated.

I felt a surge of frustration. "Don't tell me to be patient! I don't have all the time. My mother is mysteriously missing, and no one seems to care!" I screamed, my voice cracking.

Elara's smile never wavered.

"Elara, stop smiling!" I exclaimed, turning away from her and staring out the window.

The room became quiet, my thoughts began to jumble together. The distant howling of wolves broke the silence, a haunting melody that echoed through the night air. I wondered if they were celebrating Ayla's bonding with Elijah. A part of me longed to be there, to be a part of the pack's joy. But I was stuck here, restricted and powerless.

Elara's humming was the only sound in the room, a gentle vibration that seemed to match the beating of my heart. I turned to her, my frustration boiling over. "Do you know why everything about Elijah seems off?" I asked, my voice low and even.

Elara looked up from her beads, her eyes locking onto mine.

"I was eight years old when my mother disappeared," I exclaimed, my emotions spilling over.

"Ayla and I waited for her, waited for her to come back and style our hair, to tell us horror stories. But she never came back."

Tears streamed down my face as I remembered that painful day. Elara's smile had disappeared, replaced by a somber expression.

"Elijah told us that the Hybrid Alpha had taken her, that she wouldn't be coming back anytime soon." My voice cracked as I spoke, the words pouring out of me like a pent-up storm.

Elara's eyes seemed to cloud over, and for a moment, I thought I saw tears welling up in them. But they disappeared as quickly as they appeared.

"Why didn't the werewolves launch an attack on the hybrids to rescue my mother?" I demanded, my frustration and anger boiling over. "Why did they just leave her there? Why did Elijah all of a sudden become an Alpha when the previous one isn't dead?”

Elara's gaze met mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. It was as if she saw right through me, to the very heart of my pain.

"I want to rescue my mother," I said, my voice firm and resolute. "I want to be strong enough to save her. But I'm powerless, useless. I'm as weak as a rat."

Elara's expression was unreadable, but I sensed a deep sadness from her. She knew something, something she wasn't telling me.

"If you're truly my mother's friend, then make your prophecy come faster," I said, my frustration boiling over. "I should be on my way to save my mother."

Elara's expression changed, and I knew those words had struck a chord. She had always been by my mother's side, ruling the pack together. Now, she stood up, packing away her beads.

"We're all waiting for you, Rory," she said simply. "We can't attack without you."

Elara was never one for many words, but her conviction was unwavering. It was comforting to know that she believed in me, even when I felt powerless.

"Your beads are ugly, Elara," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

She smiled widely and left, closing the doors gently behind her.

I moved closer to the window, feeling the cool night air on my face. I closed my eyes, letting the breeze calm my racing thoughts. But then, I heard a sudden sound - a party was going on, but amidst the music and laughter, I detected wolf sounds laced with pain.

My instincts kicked in, and I tensed up. If I had my wolf, I'd be more connected to what was happening. But without it, I felt lost and vulnerable.

I rushed to the door, intent on investigating, but it wouldn't budge. The door had been spelled, and the omegas were nowhere to be found. Only one person could have cast such a powerful boundary spell - Elara.

"No!" I screamed, pounding on the door. "Elara! Who's there?"

But my cries went unanswered. I was trapped.

I stormed back to the window, pacing back and forth.

"That witch!" I muttered, trying to make sense of Elara's actions.

I attempted to reach Ayla through our mind link, but something was blocking me. I was alone, cut off from the world outside.

Just then, Elijah burst into the room, ropes in hand. "Rory, you can't leave this room, but I have to take precautions. I don't trust you'll stay quiet."

My heart racing, I tried to hide my growing fear. "What's going on?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

Elijah's attention was focused on tying my hands to the metal frame near the window. "Where's my sister?" I demanded, struggling to keep my voice steady.

He tightened the ropes, his movements swift and efficient. "There's a spell on the door, but I'm not taking any chances. You'll remain here, unarmed." His eyes locked onto mine, and I sensed a flicker of amusement. "The spell will break soon, and we're under attack."

I felt a surge of anxiety. Who was attacking us? Elijah's smirk grew wider as he checked the ropes, ensuring they were secure.

"You have no wolf, Rory," he whispered, his breath grazing my face. "Remember, the moment you leave this room, you'll be torn apart." His eyes gleamed with a sinister light, and I shuddered.

"I'll come find you later," Elijah said, straightening up. As he turned to leave, he added, "And as for Ayla... my mate?" His gaze turned lustful, and my stomach twisted with unease.

"She's on the battlefield," he said, his voice dripping with… maybe mockery.

My eyes widened in horror before I could even process the words. Elijah's smile grew wider as he turned to leave, the door closing behind him with an ominous thud.

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