Chapter 59
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Yasmyn's POV
I tried to move but it feels like my body is buried in concrete. Or maybe I am. Maybe I am buried. Maybe I died in the fight with Alpha Carlos. His silver knife did come at my heart.
I understood that he was going to kill me but I wanted to be the one to take at least one with me, if there ever comes a day where I leave this earth.
And probably, today is that day. I took him down as I went down myself.
"I don't want to look at you. I am afraid I might kill you myself," I heard Brendan's voice in a whisper.
I wanted to open my eyes, to see him. Why would he want to kill me? I am afraid I am already dead. And why does he sound so angry?
"There was nothing I could do, Alpha Brendan" I heard Silas's voice again.
They are talking in whispers. Or maybe I am hearing their voices in whispers.
"Do you even have any idea what you have done, Silas? I trusted you with one job. One job of protecting her and you can't even do that apparently. I don't want to see you again. Not now. Not ever," Brendan said.
"There was only little I could do. Ramona was about to tell me who did that to her. I couldn't let go of an opportunity like that," Silas said.
What???
What did my mom want to tell Silas? Why did she trust someone like Silas to talk about the one that did this. Why didn't she trust any of her children?
"She did a good job acting like she didn't recognise anyone. She was safe all along. She was just so weak beyond repair. Now the antidote is working on her," Silas said again.
I tried moving. I want to wake up. I have to wake up. What are these people talking about?
"But before she could say something, I got the news of what happened to her," Silas said.
True. He did walk out mid fight because of something. Is that about my mother?
If my mother trusted him that much, then does that mean that he was right all along?
Is he my father?
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