Vengeance on the Cruel Alpha King

Ihateliars

Karina, caught off guard by her daughter's question, remained mute, the words she had been trying to form in her head refusing to match with what she was sure her daughter wanted her to say. She could feel her heart racing as she desperately searched for the right words to explain the situation to her daughter. The silence in the room became almost unbearable, leaving Karina grappling with her own emotions and the weight of her daughter's innocent curiosity.

"Mom," Her daughter tapped her on the shoulder, tired of waiting over a minute without getting any response.

Karina snapped out of her thoughts, her eyes meeting her daughter's concerned gaze. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," she finally managed to say, mustering a smile. "I was just trying to find the best way to explain things to you."

Lakisha held her hands on her hips and went to lean against the door. "So, what are you going to say?

Karina took a deep breath and silently walked to her. "Well, sweetheart," she began, choosing her words carefully, "I think it's important to start with the basics and then build upon that. We can talk about it together, and I'll answer any questions you have along the way." She reached out to gently squeeze Lakisha's hand, reassuring her that they would navigate this conversation together.

Lakisha yanked her hand away and questioned, "Start with the basics and then build upon that? I am not about to learn physics, am I? I asked a simple question, mom, and I need a simple answer. Who the hell is Mother Ophra?" She crossed her hands under her breasts.

Feeling her daughter's frustration, Karina took a deep breath to remain calm. Understanding the need for a straightforward answer, she replied, "I apologize if my response seemed overwhelming. Mother Ophra is a renowned spiritual leader who has influenced and inspired many people through her teachings and guidance. She has touched the lives of countless individuals with her wisdom and compassion."

Lakisha scoffed, not believing that her mother could lie on her face. "Sure, sure," she waved her hands with a smirk crossing her face, and then, in a sarcastic tone, she responded to her mother," so different from what Sabrina told me. It seems like this Mother Ophra has two faces. A spiritual leader when she comes to you, and a disgusting witch when she goes to Sabrina."

Lakisha's mother sighed, her eyes filled with sadness. "I understand why you feel that way, but it's important to remember that people can have different experiences and perceptions of the same person. Mother Ophra may have made mistakes or acted differently in certain situations, but that doesn't impair the positive impact she has had on many others."

"Right, like killing the innocent Lycans and pinning it on werewolves because she and her useless godforsaken crew cannot fight them," Lakisha retorted angrily. "It's not just about different experiences; it's about the harm she has caused and the lives she has ruined. It's hard for me to see any positive impact when all I see is destruction. Mom, does dad know that you are a witch?"

Karina gasped, obviously not expecting that question. She hesitated for a moment before answering, "No, your father doesn't know about me being a witch. It's something I've kept hidden for a long time."

"And when were you planning to tell him? Have you ever felt the need to tell us, your family, about you being a goddamn witch? God, I thought the reason you bullied Camila since she was young was because she and her mother wanted to take my dad away from us. Who would have known you were doing it because you are jealous of her special abilities?" Lakisha barked back at her mother, who stood shocked.

"I was never jealous of her, sweetheart," her mother replied, her voice trembling. "I kept my abilities hidden because I was afraid of how people would react. I didn't want to burden you all with the truth, but I understand now that it was a mistake."

"Do you even understand the meaning of the word truth? Why did you kill Camila's mother and Ash's father? Why did you choose to be a wicked witch's mother? Here I was, all my life, telling her that my mother is an angel; she can't even harm a butterfly." She laughed painfully and then continued,But in reality, you are the opposite of an angel. You harm even humans, mom; I am so dissatisfied with you!"

"Sweetheart , I know this is a lot to process, and it's understandable that you're feeling angry and disappointed. It's important to remember that people can make mistakes, and sometimes their actions can be hurtful. I want you to know that I deeply regret the choices I made and the pain my actions have caused you and others. I am committed to making amends and working towards a better future."

"Making amends? Making a better future I can't believe you still have the guts to lie in my face. You know what? I'm done here. I don't want to hear your lies anymore. I am going to tell dad everything." She snapped and twirled to grab the door's handle.

Karina panicked," Wait, please! I understand your anger and frustration, but I genuinely want to make things right. Let's sit down and talk about this calmly before involving Dad, okay?" She held her hands.

"Do you have anything to do with Camila's hospitalization?" Lakisha asked instead.

Karina's face paled as she processed Lakisha's accusation. "No, I swear, I have nothing to do with it," she replied earnestly. "I understand why you might think that, but I would never intentionally harm Camila. I mean, in the past, I did, but not anymore."

"Then, why is she hospitalized? And yes, it's all over the news that Camila was attacked by an unendtified man when she was hospitalized; did you perhaps send the man to harm her?" Lakisha pressed, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

Karina's eyes widened in shock at the mention of an unidentified attacker. "No, I have no idea about any attack on Camila," she insisted, her voice trembling with genuine concern. "I may have made mistakes in the past, sweetheart, but I've changed, and I want nothing but the best for Camila now. Believe me, please." She almost dropped to her knees, but Lakisha caught her halfway.

"Mmh," Lakisha hummed, her expression softening slightly as she observed her mother's desperate expression. "I want to believe you, mom," she said, her voice filled with uncertainty. "But I need more than just words. If you truly care about Camila's safety, then prove it to me. Show me that you're willing to do whatever it takes to protect her."

"And how do you expect me to do that?" Karina asked, her eyes searching for sincerity in her daughter's gaze.

"Actions speak louder than words, mom. I need to see you actively making changes, seeking help, and putting Camila's well-being above everything else. Only then can I start to believe that you're truly committed to keeping her safe and that you no longer want to be involved in Mother Ophra's dirty schemes to harm innocent Camila and Ash. In fact, if I could be you, I would have by now scrambled out of this bathroom and confessed to dad who you truly are and what you and your fellow coven of witches have done in the past." She smirked at her.

"Wait, what? That's too much, to..."

Lakisha raised her hand to cut her off and shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe that you can't even do such a simple thing," she smiled. "Oh, you don't want to go against Mother Ophra, right? Well then, mother, watch how I'll expose your true colors to the world." Upon saying that, she abruptly pulled the bathroom door open and retreated back to the room.

"Sweetheart, is everything okay?" Her dad asked concernedly, noticing the frustration on her face.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down before responding. "I'm just tired, and I feel a little bit sleepy," she lied, flashing a weak smile at her father, hoping to conceal her true emotions. Her father nodded understandingly, but she could tell he wasn't completely convinced. When she walked past him towards her room, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for keeping the reason behind her frustration to herself.

"Sweetheart," her dad called when she reached the door, "if there is something bothering you and you want to talk about it, know that I am all ears. You don't need to suffer alone." He said it, concern evident in his voice. Lakisha paused for a moment, contemplating whether or not to open up, before finally turning back to face him.

"I am okay, dad. It's just like I said. I am tired and sleepy. I'll go and try to get some sleep. But thank you for offering to listen. I appreciate it." She forced a smile, hoping her dad would believe her explanation and not press further. When her father nodded, she quickly made her way to her room, hoping that sleep would provide some temporary relief from the weight in her heart.

After tossing and turning on the bed for more than ten minutes, Lakisha knew that sleep wasn't what she needed. She swung her legs off the bed, put on her flip-flops, and paced around the room. A voice in her head kept asking her to do her research and find out who Mother Opra was, but an aspect of her heart was scared.

"Larrisa," she called out her sister's name. She tried to blink away the tears stinging her eyes but failed. They dropped out, burning her cheeks and soaking her blouse on her chest.

She knew her twin sister was the only one who could have suggested the right thing to do, but she was now all alone. She had to do everything on her own, and that weight was what was killing her.

She sat on the cold floor, the weight of responsibility pressing down on her shoulders, making it difficult for her to breathe. She longed for the comfort and support of her sister, knowing that together they could face any challenge. However, with each passing moment, she realized that she had to find the strength within herself to overcome her fears and carry out the daunting task ahead.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" Her father's voice echoed at the door. She quickly wiped away her tears and forced a smile, not wanting to burden him with her struggles. "I'm fine, Dad," she replied, her voice quivering slightly. "I'm just feeling a little bit tired, but I'll relax after getting, you know, a deep sleep."

"Are you sure you're okay?" her father asked, concern evident in his voice. She nodded, trying to convince both him and herself that she was fine.

"Honey, are you okay? You are silent." Her dad's voice came again.

She took a deep breath, composing herself before responding. "I had fallen asleep, dad," she lied, her voice filled with uncertainty. "But I promise, I am so much, okay?" She laughed nervously.

"People don't hear when they are asleep, Lakisha." Her dad responded; this time his voice was calm and deep. One thing was evident: He was mad at her for lying to him. "And you know that I hate liars." He confirmed her guess that he knew she was lying.

"D-dad I didn't mean to lie," Lakisha stammered, her voice trembling. "I had zoned out when you were talking to me, and I didn't want to disappoint you by saying that. I'm sorry." She could feel her heart racing as she awaited his response.

"I want the truth, Lakisha. What were you and your other arguing about in the shower?"he demanded, his voice still filled with anger.

Lakisha hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. She took a deep breath and settled on the first lie that her mind formed. "We were arguing about our plans for the weekend," she said, her voice quivering slightly. "I wanted to go out with my friends, but she thought it was irresponsible given the current situation. She wants me to spend some time with her."

"I said I hate liars, Lakisha. Open this damn door before I have the guards do it. Lakisha's heart raced as she desperately searched for a way to defuse the situation. She knew that revealing the truth would only escalate his anger further, but she also feared the consequences of continuing to lie.

"Please goddess. Do something and help me get out of this." She said a silent prayer as she walked to the door to let him in.