Mated To The Cruel Alpha

The Past

A person without knowledge of their history, origin, and culture is like a tree without roots. Marcus Garvey said that and he was right. I felt like a tree without roots.

What happened to your mother? I heard Liam's voice in my head. I felt flustered all of a sudden. Why am I hearing his voice after what we did?

Nothing happened to my mother. I have always been sensitive to topics relating to my mother.

She died when you were young, right?

Yes.

What happened? he asked.

She had an accident. I told him

I tried hard not to remember that tragic day. I was not supposed to witness what happened that day. I was supposed to be at school but I fell sick and mom said it was okay to stay at home. I was in my room when I heard a loud bang and shouting. I ran downstairs to find my mom and dad shouting he was with another woman. He said something to mom and she felt in pain. She kept begging dad not to do it. He grabbed her by her hair and dragged her to the kitchen, where I heard more screaming. I ran to the kitchen and when my mom saw me she slowly shook her head and told me to keep quiet. Her face was swollen and bloodied. She was lying on the floor with tears in her eyes begging her mate to have mercy on my soul. My mother's last words to my father were:

"It's both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply. I will always love you, even. Even when you did nothing but break me". She loved my dad even. Even at her death, she loved him. I hid in the coat closet. I remember hiding in there for an hour waiting for my dad to leave and crying. I lost the only family I ever had that day. I didn't have anyone. I was found hours later by my neighbor lying in the pool of my mother's blood trying to keep her warm because she was so cold I didn't want her to catch a cold. That was when I met the Clintons. I was taken to an orphanage. Mrs. Clinton wanted a girl but she couldn't have kids anymore, so she chose me. She adopted me. I was told how lucky I was, but I didn't feel lucky wanted my mother I wanted to go home. The Clintons were nice and welcomed me into their family. They tried to make me feel like part of the family, but I knew I wasn't. I was an outsider whose father was a killer.

I'm sorry you had to go through that all alone. Liam said I didn't feel like answering him. It was very tiring to go through all of that alone.

You're not alone. I'm here for you. I laughed humorlessly.

I don't want a mate. Mates aren't good for anything but hurting you and betraying you.

Mia, I'd rather die than let anything happen to you. I snorted.

I'm pretty sure at some point my dad said the same thing to my mother and where she is now. Oh yeah, she is dead.

I'm not your father, Mia. I don't understand why I should be punished for his mistakes.

No, you are not, you are just a lousy man, right? I heard him sigh.

When I was 15, my mother was also murdered and my father died. Shortly after that, I don't remember anything about her. I don't remember what she looked like. What she liked. All I know is that her name was Amishta.

Why are you telling me all this?

To show you that I'm not trash and that I'll never leave.

Just because your saying so doesn't mean it is true.

People are created to be loved, Mia, and things are created to be used. You're not a tool, Mia, that I can use and discard whenever I want. I love you for who you are, for what you are, so please tell me why I would leave you. Why would I want to hurt you?

Liam's voice came from the doorway. How did he get here so fast?

"How did you wait? Aren't you supposed to be in a meeting", I asked, seeing him standing there, leaning against the threshold.

"I wanted you to look me in the eyes when you told me all those things. I know you don't trust me and I don't expect you to, but I did tell you that I'd prove myself to you. I'll show you how much I love you as much as I told you, so you don't forget." tears I didn't notice fell down my cheeks. I didn't think he meant it. I thought he was just fooling me.

" Why are you crying? Mia" he said, walking closer to me.

"I'm not," I said stubbornly. " Liam smiled.

"People hide when they cry because they want to be seen as a strong person at the same time. However, I know you hate that nobody notices how broken you are. I see all those small things that nobody notices." a frown appeared on his face. I have to go. It seemed like people were getting impatient. He kissed my forehead before leaving. My heart felt torn apart. I wanted him to stay there with me and hold me close, but at the same time, I wanted to have some time alone.

Noah's voice trailed off, and I turned to see him standing at the edge of the room, his gaze fixed on Olivia. There was something in his eyes, a mixture of longing and regret that sent a pang through my chest."Sorry, Noah," Olivia said, her voice softening. "You know you're always included in my thoughts."Noah nodded, but the tension in the room was palpable. I could feel the weight of unspoken words hanging between them, memories of a past that they couldn't escape.As Olivia left the room, I caught a glimpse of her exchanging a glance with Noah. It was fleeting, but in that moment, I saw something in her eyes that made my stomach churn—a flicker of familiarity, of shared history that I hadn't noticed before.Turning back to Noah, I tried to ignore the unease creeping over me. But his expression betrayed him—a mixture of guilt and yearning that mirrored my own inner turmoil."I'm sorry, Mia," he said softly, his voice barely audible above the silence. "I never meant for things to turn out like this."I wanted to believe him, to trust that he was sincere. But as I looked into his eyes, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his apology than met the eye."It's okay," I replied, forcing a smile. But deep down, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. The seeds of doubt had been planted, and no amount of reassurance could erase the growing shadow of mistrust that loomed over us.