Fated with the enemy pack’s Alpha

A silver lining

Maya’s POV

I was restless all night, my mind unable to focus on one thing, but something was prevalent though, and that was the fact that I had failed in my duties as a sister.

My mind could not comprehend how or why Melissa had become so vile and hateful towards us, her sisters, most especially to Zara.

And Zara, that girl had been through a lot, having to endure so much hurt and betrayal, despite being a calm and easygoing person, and I, being even calmer than she was, couldn’t help or stand up for her like an elder sister should.

“You are a failure!”

The words kept ringing in my ears till my head aches and tears rolled down my face onto the pillow.

I didn’t know how much time had passed, or how long I had been crying, when I suddenly felt a light tap on my shoulder, and a familiar scent which had almost vanished from my memory hit my nose.

“My child,” came even a more familiar voice. I sat up quickly to see who it was and the face hovering above me sent waves of joy, surprise, and a blend of other emotions I couldn’t explain coursing through me.

“Mama!” I half sobbed as I jumped into her embrace, losing my self in her comforting lavender scent.

She held my face in her hands and made me look her in the eyes just like the old times. Her radiating warmth ignited a spark inside of me and I felt something come alive.

“You are not a failure, Maya, none of my children are failures. Whatever is happening to your sister is not your fault,” she said softly.

“Mama…” I continued sobbing as she talked, reveling in that soothing embrace that I had missed so much.

“Maya, Maya!” I roused slowly as I felt someone shaking me and calling out my name.

“You’re crying! What’s wrong, are you having a bad dream?” Zara cried as she started fussing over me.

“No, no, I’m fine… it wasn’t a bad dream,” I told her.

“It was only mother,” I said with a soft smile as I remembered how warm she felt, how real it all was, even though it was a dream.

“What? You saw her? Did she ask about me? What did she say? Did she miss me too? Why hasn’t she come to me then?” She blabbed on, tears misting her eyes.

“Zara,” I held her hands.

“Mother wants us to be there for each other, we’re all we’ve got now, we have to be strong for each other, okay?” I assured her and she heaved a sigh of relief.

“I miss her,” she murmured.

“Me too,” I replied and patted her back.

“Uhm, I almost forgot why I came here so early,” she said, sitting up.

“Oh, okay. What’s happening?” I asked her, sending the serious look on her face.

“It’s the Alpha, I think he’s getting better.

“They were cleaning out his office this morning when I came back from my morning jog, and his assistant had been going in and out of his room,” she said while I nodded.

“Do you think I could have my chance to talk to him now?” She asked softly.

“Yes, yes!”

I was overjoyed. This meant that his head was clearer now and he would at least, listen to Zara and hear her out, and if luck was on our side, we could even help him see the truth!

“We have to go to him today!” I told her as I stood up from the bed and hurried into the bathroom.

My steps faltered when the realization hit me. An elderly person suddenly getting better after prolonged old age illness was not good news, oh no!

“What is it? Are you hurt?” Zara asked as she rushed over to where I stood to support me.

“It’s about father, I dont think him getting better is good news,” i said while Zara stared at me in disbelief.

“What? What do you mean? We wanted him to get better, didn’t we?” She quizzed.

“Yes, but… this could also mean that he’s… he’s… maybe his body is… oh no! I broke down in tears.

“Her grip on my hand loosened,” she too had realized.

“Get dressed and we’ll go meet him, we have to talk to him at least,” she said and urged me towards the bathroom.

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“Come in,” was the faint response after I rapped on the door softly.

I looked at Zara, who looked fidgety as hell, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. I could tell that she was anxious, though she was desperately trying to hide it.

“You’ve got this, we’ve got this,” I patted her shoulder in reassurance as we stepped into the cold office.

He was looking through the pile of documents arranged on his table.

“Good morning dad!” We said in unison and he looked up with the brightest smile I’d seen in a while.

“Here come my daughters, I was beginning to think you girls had forgotten about your old man,” he said with a throaty laugh and my heart melted.

This was the Alpha Hunter I had known all my life, my own father. He still looked weak, but his appearance was better, and so was his smile. The only thing stopping me from being happy was that little blob of fear at the bottom of my heart, that this improvement in his health might not be a good thing.

“Matilda,” he called out, looking at Zara. I had almost forgotten that that was the name he preferred to call her. Zara had always preferred the name Zara, saying Matilda made her feel like a middle aged woman, but father called her that anyway.

Hearing him call her by that name gave me reassurance that he was well enough, and he was going to hear us out, and cast aside everything that Melissa might have told him about Zara and take her word as truth.

“My daughter,” he said and motioned for Zara to come close to him.