4 - My new normal
1492 Words
Grace
I barely slept last night. I tossed and turned, giving myself a headache.
I know, right?
My first headache. I suppose it’s normal now, thanks to not having my powers. I’m human and will suffer from human ailments. I pity humans if that headache was anything to go by. Gods, I couldn’t open my eyes for the pain!
What else am I to expect?
Period cramps?
Oh, fuc.k, I hope not. I have never suffered from painful periods, probably because I only had one every three months, like every other hybrid. If I had been born a full Goddess without other supernatural aspects, I would never have had a period, full stop.
When I did get my period, it was never painful. It wasn’t because my Lycan and Dragon always took away pain. Now that I am human, I have a feeling that I’m going to menstruate the way they do and suffer with all the aches and pains they get along with it.
But three months of this crap?
How am I meant to deal with that?
What else is going to happen to me?
Am I really as physically weak as a human now?
Seriously, this shi.t is going to get old fast!
I swear to the Gods, once this is all over, I’m going to kill Kyan and Steele West! I will torture them slowly and make them wish for death. But I won’t give it to them. Oh, no. I will make the torment last for weeks before I free their miserable heads from their pathetic bodies!
They won’t get away with this. They have no idea what they’ve done to me. Steele may think he’s smart for what he did with that potion, but he has no clue what’s coming for him.
Kyan and Steele took my powers and the ability to shift into my Lycan. They took my Siren from me, and I don’t even know if I can breathe underwater any longer, being like this. They took my Dragon! I used to have Vampiric powers thanks to AJ and Lyrus Harrington giving my mother their blood. Though unlike my mother, I didn’t have a Vampire persona. However, I had many of their abilities.
How could Kyan ever say he loved me when he did this to me?
I know he was angry with me for what I did to Whitney, but I didn’t physically hurt her! I was upset and went too far, but I wouldn’t have killed her. I would have calmed down and sent her home eventually.
Kyan never loved me. I know that now. He wanted me only because it was forbidden. Not that he and I ever did more than kiss, but that is besides the point.
Did he even care about me?
He couldn’t have done, because if he did, he would not have plotted with and allowed Steele to shoot me with that arrow. Kyan knew it was poisoned, and he didn’t care what it would do to me to lose myself. Kyan dumped me here, knowing I could be killed if the Rogue King wished it. That prick and his brother even told Killan to hurt me and teach me how to behave!
Are they stupid?
They must be if they think not having my powers will ever change who I am. I don’t need my abilities to put people in their place, and I will not be bullied. Because I can already see what being here will bring me. Humans are rarely tolerated anywhere, and it is common knowledge that Rogues hate humans because they fear their secret will get out.
What they should be afraid of is what I will do to them once I regain my powers! I will not be a cliche, and these people will soon learn that I am not to be messed with.
Gods, I can’t even contact anyone for help.
But I can live with all of that for now. I’m not weak, and I’ll get by. I’ll live as a human, stuck with a Rogue pack of Lycans who could turn on me and kill me at any moment. I’ll do my best to survive.
However, what I can’t live with is being here without my family. I don’t mean my extended family. I live without them for most of the year. I’m talking about my parents and my younger brother.
Who am I without them?
My mom is my world. I can’t live without her guidance. When I’m losing control, Mom is the only one who knows how to calm me. She talks sense into me when I think about doing something stupid.
My brother, three years my junior, drives me nuts sometimes, thinking he’s Dad. But Logan means well. He’s also there for me whenever I just need someone to talk to. He’s eighteen, but Logan acts so much older. He’s wise, kind, levelheaded, and nothing like me.
Then there’s Dad. My father has always been there for me. Yes, he makes excuses for my behavior when he really shouldn’t. But he’s always on my side. I don’t need Dad to be my great defender; I can take care of myself. However, knowing my father loves me so much that he would burn the universe to the ground just to see me smile is what makes me love him so much.
Shouldn’t all fathers love their children that much?
What am I going to do without him?
I’m not a child, and I won’t cry about this. Three months isn’t all that long in the grand scheme of things. But right now, it feels like a lifetime away.
Did Kyan and Steele not think about the doom they have set upon themselves?
Triton won’t let them get away with their lives once he finds out about this. They have doomed their whole family, and there will be nothing anyone can do to save them. Kyan and Steele deserve everything that’s coming to them, but their family does not. I hate the two of them for what they’ve done, but I don’t want anyone else to get hurt.
This mansion is creepy. The East Wing whispered all night—runes pulsing, shadows shifting, memories clawing at my mind like wolves in the dark. When I did sleep, my dreams were filled with what happened. I’d woken tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, my heart pounding, my throat raw from a scream I didn’t remember releasing.
This can’t be true, can it?
That stuff Steele used to take my powers can’t really block the Gods from finding me.
Can it?
But what if it’s true?
Am I really going to spend the next three months with the Rogue King?
How am I meant to deal with that?
He’s vile!
Though I must admit that the room he gave me is nice enough. It’s not the type of room I’m used to, but it’s clean and warm, and that’s enough. There’s a large bed, and the usual bedroom furniture that uplanders have in their rooms. He could have made me sleep in the basement in a cage. I guess I should be thankful for small mercies.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now. I found clothes on the chair near the window, so I assumed Miriam had brought them in at some point. I showered and changed into the black leggings and T-shirt that were left for me, then pulled on the stupid flat shoes.
Ugh, how classless!
I would never wear these boring clothes back home! But here, I have no damn choice. I can’t snap my fingers and dress myself like normal. I’m going to miss my signature dresses.
Gods, this sucks!
Now, I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the cracked mirror across the room. My reflection flickers. Not my face—my past. A flash of seafoam hair. A crown of coral. My father’s voice, distant and warm.
Then a knock. Soft. Hesitant.
I don’t answer. I don’t care who’s out there.
The door creaks open anyway, and in steps Miriam, with wide eyes and a nervous smile. Her scent is familiar, an Omega. Submissive. Loyal. Terrified.
Hmm. How interesting that I can tell she’s an Omega even without my powers. I guess I’m not as human as those fools believed me to be.
Miriam doesn’t need to fear me. I don’t hurt innocent people, and this girl is as innocent as they come. Even without my powers, I can smell it on her.
Will it always be this way?
Are people always going to fear me?
I like that I frighten people. Most deserve to be scared. However, the innocent should never fear me because I would never hurt them.
But how are they to know that?
Is it my reputation?
No. People here do not know me. I guess I am just one of those people who emanates terror.
Great!
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