Under the Wolf's Skin: The Alpha's Fated Mate

Serena’s POV "The result of your blood test came out this morning, Serena. There is bad news. You have been diagnosed with a brain disease, and frantically speaking; it's in the third stage. I am deeply sorry, but you ruefully have a year more to live." ------- For a very long time, I have had the perfect lifestyle. I tend to be awake as early as possible and allocate lengthened time for my patients as their nurse; independently. No matter the cost, I'll work hard diligently. However, I was ignorant of the side effects. While I made sure others were healthy and psychologically safe, I was neglecting myself. Could the fruits I have fervently yearned to reap have gone in vain? Indisputably, there were signs of informality in my body, yet I skipped it thinking it was a mere headache. Now, what should I do? I can’t die like this. I still have a long-term goal to execute and I still haven’t clocked twenty-five yet. Leaving the hospital has got me thinking, particularly about my husband and our one-year-old son. To interpret the report without him lashing out at me, evangelizing about my carelessness and negligence, because that was the bargaining chip. As soon as I arrived at my matrimonial home, I heaved a sigh of relief to meet no one but myself. I needed more time to gather my wits and courage to announce the bad news to Thomas. Thomas and I have been married to each other for approximately two years. Technically, he was one of the lecturers at the college I graduated from. Back then, I was twenty and he was thirty-one. Our courtship started precisely on the first day of his tutoring as my tutor. How to describe a love at first sight feeling. He wooed me first, and despite my parents' warning alarms and pressure to discard him, I disobeyed them and engaged with him behind their backs. He loved me, it was all that mattered to me. The significance of my feelings about him came first before family. I went up to the room to get washed up and changed. As I climbed up the stairs, I could hear the whisper of faint murmurs. A ripple of strange noises etched into both my ears. For a moment there, I wondered whether my husband was home. If he were home, his car would have been in sight outside. As I eventually materialized at the front of the door, my heart skipped a beat. “Ngnh! Ahh! Yes there. Ahh, Thomas, you are doing wonderful. Your c*ck is sexy. Oh, my a** is sucking everything in, ready to take you to heaven. Ah, fu*k!” I knitted my brows together in utter perplexity. That was the voice of the woman that birthed me. Why was she in mine and Thomas’ bedroom? “Mrs. Taylor, I am about to c*m. F*ck!! How I wish Serena was as good in bed as you. She’s nothing else but beautiful and impracticable” A gasp evaded my lips at the debauched affair between my mother and husband. My mind became incoherent as I began to mismatch their encounters so far, but nothing collided. Her mother would often visit her to babysit her grandson, and that was it. When and how did this begin? “Serena is nothing but immature. She’s still a baby under my wings with a submissive logical insight. She takes her career exceptionally, more than her family. What else do you expect from an abysmal child? Forget about her, and f*ck me harder. Bruise me!!” A sudden reel of my step tentatively sprained my feet. In fear of tearing the silence of just the world between the two of them, I slammed my hand against my lips, and bit on them. My eyes watered. Nevertheless, I shed no tears. The sides of my heart turned numb, along with my legs, and I crouched down on the cold floor with my heart pounding like a jackhammer. I couldn’t breathe properly from the intense injustice. Arrears of issues stood before me like a devil, and yet these two… For any woman who saw her husband cheating on her with another woman, their first instinct was to resign a volley of curses, or perhaps, attack the lecherous woman that had her man beguiled. I can’t interrogate them, not when the cheater was my mother. All I could do was muffle my anger, struggle, and pain deep inside. Unable to carry the burden of perfection on my shoulders anymore, I crawled heedlessly to the vessel of water on top of the stand across the corridor and ducked the bland fluid down to my throat. Like a bee, I perched onto the vessel for more water. Still, the incomprehensive pain in my chest wouldn’t suppress itself. It was starting to eat me alive, causing her head to throb terribly. I can hear their moans get louder and louder, the starkness of their deceit, not just to me alone, but to my son and my clueless dying father. “Yes! Go deeper, Thomas!!” “Ah, Mrs. Taylor. This is heavenly!!” I batted my eyes, blinking off the unforeseen tears. They are shameless and cheap!! Those liars!! The puzzle of her mother’s recent visits now made sense. On the pretense of babysitting her grandson, rather, she was f*cking my husband – a man younger than she was. I was glued to my position for thirty minutes before I complied with my brain and ran out of the house. That was no home of mine. I have to get my son out. I meandered into the parking lot and drove out of the villa with my car. I began slapping my chest, vehemently and continuously. I aimlessly took turns of the car around every street in the city of Rome, Italy, until night came. I am supposed to feel saddened for Thomas considering my bad health, and yet, I am the sorry one. Quite hilarious!