Velora blinked repeatedly, Velmira's words ringing in her ear. First, Elvira stole her life and Kyron threw her away nor her biological parents wanted to bury her identity and turn her into a living puppet.
“I'm doing you a favour,” Velmira stated. “An Alpha is better than a rogue.”
A cold smile appeared on Velora's lips. “A favour?” she muttered, under her breath. “If her brother wasn't dying would they have remembered her?”
Sigurd's voice came gently. “You can take your time to think about—”
“Tomorrow night,” Velmira cut in, shooting Velmira a death glare. “I am here for an answer.”
Velmira was already at the door when Velora's voice came calmly. “Can I see my brother?”
Velmira hesitated for a second but didn't turn. “Follow me,” she ordered. “But keep your face covered.”
Velora quickly pulled a coat from the coat rack across the bed and hurried after Velmira, sparing Sigurd a brief glance.
Sigurd followed closely behind her, his steps calculated. He might be the Alpha, but it seems like Velmira always had the final say.
After several turns and curves, they finally arrived at the farthest part of the pack house. Velmira unlocked the door and they stepped in.
The sight that greeted Velora was horrifying. A man hung in the middle of the room, chained on each of his hands and wrists with chains that pulsed as if it were alive. His veins throbbed darkly like it fed off the chain. This was nothing like what a wolfsbane could do.
He lifted his head when he sensed their presence and, for a second, Velora forgot how to breathe. It was just like she was staring back at herself except for his dark red eyes.
He gave a half smile showcasing his bloodied fangs, his eyes glowing dangerously.
Velora took a step backward, her hands shaking terribly. “What… What happened to him?”
Velmira stepped out, holding the door. “What don't you ask him yourself?” banging the door shut before Velora could reply.
Velora's mind went blank as she quickly ran towards the door, banging frantically on it. “Please! Please! Let—”
“Caelan hates noise the most,” Velmira warned from outside. “Those chains really can't hold him.”
Velora stopped banging instantly, pressing her lips tightly together afarid a sound might mistakenly escape as she turned to face him. Her heart was pounding so heavily that she placed a hand over it afarid he might hear it.
Silence stretched heavily between them for seconds but suddenly Velora held someone's voice as if he was whispering to her. “Hi, little sister.”
She spun abruptly, her head coming in contact with the iron door. She stepped back, rubbing them silently when the voice came again. “It's me, Caelan. I've always wanted to meet you.”
Velora turned towards him, locking a gaze at him. Hi… Hi Caelan. I'm…I'm Velora.” she said.
Caelan smiled, but still, yet his lips didn't move. “Don't say it out loud. She's listening outside the door. Just talk to your mind.”
Velora glanced towards the door and then nodded. Her first mind link wasn't with her mate but with her own brother. Kyron crossed her mind and she let out a bitter smile. “Okay, Caelan,” she replied.
“Ask your questions,” Caelan said. “Don't hold back. I'll reply everything.”
Velora gulped but still dared to ask. “What happened? Why are you chained? Why—”
Caelan’s mouth twitched. “I refused the Alpha ritual. And mother angrily compelled me to do it,” he paused, briefly. “This was the result.”
“Compelled?” Velora repeated. “Only witches are allowed to—”
“She's a were…” Caelan paused. Everyone who knew about this secret never ended well. Take him for an example and he didn't want that life for his sister. “You should take the title,” he said, quietly.
Velora's brow furrowed. “You were going to say something.”
Caelan clenched his jaw. “She’s dangerous and desires Alpha's blood. That's all you need to know. So be careful around her. Don't forget you're going to live for two people.”
“Are you going to die?” Velora asked, her chest tightening.
“The chains will end me sooner or later,” he said. “If you want to speak to me again just stand anywhere around this side of the pack house. She can't hear us.”
Velora shook her head. She has just met the only person who will understand her and has to say goodbye already. “No… No… you can't die. Just hold on, I promise to get you out once I become Alpha.”
Caelan's face cracked into a smile, but before he could reply. The door opened and Velmira walked in. “Stood too long and didn't even say hi to your brother?” She asked Velora.
Velora glanced at Caelan, and he shook his head slightly. Then she turned to Velmira. “I'm sorry. Didn't know what to say?”
Velmira smirked. “That's fine. You can just say goodbye now.”
Velora turned towards Caelan, her eyes already tearing up. How can she say goodbye?
But then Caelan's voice came. "Goodbye sister. I will wait for you.”
Tears clouded Velora's eyes. “Good… Goodbye Caelan.”
Velmira smiled, turning towards an omega. “Take her back to her room.”
Velora didn’t move immediately as her eyes stayed on Caelan for a second before turning, but she had barely taken a step towards the door when she suddenly stopped her fingers curling into a fist. They have already taken more than enough. It should be her time to start retaliating. “I'll become Alpha,” she blurted before she could stop herself.
The moment the words left her lips, the chains behind her rattled violently. Caelan's voice brushed her mind. ““Don’t become what she wants you to be.” Velora clenched her fists tightly but didn't turn.
Velmira's smile deepened. “It has to be your–”
“It's my decision, mother.” Velora cut in, afraid she might give up too soon. She literally had more to gain than to lose. With that title, she can make Kyron pay and most importantly, save her brother.
The corner of Velmira's lips curved, slowly. “Good decision,” she said. “ Your preparation begins tomorrow.”
The corner of Velmira's mouth turned up. “Good decision. Your preparation begins tomorrow.”
Sigurd wanted to stop her but Velora brushed past him. “I know you care, father,” she muttered under her breath, without
looking back. “But that isn't enough.” Because Velora was no longer the one walking away.