Chapter 10


    Chapter 10


    Tugging Hestia behind him, he allowed my father and mother to leave the room first. My father walked


    on, not bothering to look over his shoulder once. My mother trailing quietly behind him. Once the two


    left, he let Hestia go first before taking a step to the door.


    “You know,”


    He stopped at the sound of my voice but didn’t turn around. My heart ragging loudly against my chest


    but was quiet to the world, shattered. I ached with intense pain shooting through every atom that made


    up my body. The day I met my mate became the day I lost everything.


    for someone who hat es having his life being controlled, you sure have no problem controlling mine. So


    tell me, how is it any fair?”


    He stilled, his muscles tight before going out the door and letting it close slowly behind him.


    “It isn’t.”


    He whispered just before the door locked.


    “But that’s just the way it is.”


    It took two hours to pack everything.


    Two luggages I carried with me.


    Two minutes to get in the van without a word of goodbye from either one of us.


    Two nces behind me to see Landon holding Hestia in a tight embrace as his eyes locked with mine.


    Standing at the patio just a few feet from them were my parents who looked on as the van pulled out


    from the driveway.


    Two days to arrive at the new pack I was staying with– The Duskfall Pack.


    And now, two monthster, I’m still here.


    I sighed heavily, taking the battered watering can by the handle and walked over to the shed. The


    sweet smell of fresh flowers mixing with the scent of heavy rainfall filling my nostrils as I breathed in.


    Calmness flowed through my veins when my eyes scanned over the fertilend. Flourished greenery


    nkets acres ofnd that stretched out miles across. N?velDrama.Org owns all content.


    Goddess, it was beautiful.


    I ignored the sluggish sounds of soil under my boots and stopped in front of the little wooden hut.


    Bentley Everdale, the kind old man that allowed me to work for him in his fields, came up from behind


    and shed me a warm smile. The edges of his eyes crinkling with delight. Dressed in dark blue


    overalls with a red undershirt and brown work boots, he had smudges of oil all over his hands and


    under his wrinkly chin. He must’ve been working


    on his tractor.


    “Here again, Selene?”


    I tugged off my gloves after setting the watering can on the ground beside the rusting water valve.


    Bentley had a habit of checking up on me every few hours. He said I worked too much, but I didn’t


    really consider it ‘work’. I just loved flowers was all. Maybe a little too


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    much but to each their own. I looked back to him, returning his smile with my own and wiped my


    forehead from the sweat trickling down my temple with the back of my hand. The zing sun kissed


    the surface of my exposed skin and left lingering prickles of difort down my arms.


    “Yep.”


    Two months had passed and no word about my return was ever mentioned. No phone calls, no letters–


    absolutely nothing. I was disheartened by the thought. I figured, no matter how badly things came


    between us and how things ended, I would at least be checked up upon. I was still the child they


    raised, still the older sister she had growing up. In the end of the day we were still family. But I guess


    that wasn’t enough. The most disappointing part of all this was that I stup idly clung onto a fment of


    hope that maybe, just maybe they’d show me they cared. That they’d show a hint of regret at what


    they’ve done. One phone call to see how I was holding up. It wouldn’t erase my anger, hurt and most


    definitely betrayal but it would’ve at least proved that they’ve thought of me.


    That they actually cared about me.


    “Selly!”


    I whipped my head around to the direction the squeaky voice came from to find L running at full


    speed toward us. Her chestnut curls tied into pigtails bouncing with every step she made. The toothy


    grin on her face stretching to her ears with her hazel eyes widened with excitement. Cheeks flushed


    from her attempt at getting to us faster. It was endearing to see her small little body dded in a wh ite


    dress struggling to run over the wet soil. I visibly cringed as I nced down to her shoes that Luna


    Thompson bought for her sinking into the mud.


    Luna Thompson will not be happy to see that.


    The smile broadened on my face as I watched her stumble but quickly regain her


    composure. The little slip hadn’t fazed her. Her excitement in seeing me never diminishing along the


    way.


    “Well hello there, L.”


    Bentley greeted, putting both hands on his hips as he stared down at the five year old amusedly when


    she reached us. L smiled shyly, a pink blush spreading on her round cheeks. Her eyes darted to the


    ground before peering up to Bentley timidly. Her small fingers hooked around the hem of her dress


    before she dashed to hide behind me and wrapped her arms around my legs. Poking her head to the


    side, she peeked over me. No doubt those doe eyes of hers were watching Bentley with caution. For a


    five year old, she was quite inquisitive.


    L Everdale was an orphan of the Reddusk Pack. A pack far, far away in the East. She lost both


    parents at just a few weeks old after an unsuspecting rogue attack. None of the wolves wanted to


    adopt her because of her lineage. ording to Bentley, her parents were the omegas of that pack at


    the time.