Becoming Alpha’s Personal Caretaker -
Chapter 194
Victor's POV
"Y-you."
"Hello, son."
As I stared at the face of the woman in front of me, the memory of my childhood came into my mind. I was ten.
Jumping out of the car, I ran to the main entrance of the manor.
I came from the orphanage. I went there almost every week since I was seven, after my mother died.
My mother is the Luna of the Midnight Claws Tribe and the orphanage was one of the institutions under her charity. She brought me with her every time she visited.
Since she was gone, I went to the orphanage every time I misses her. I played with the kids my age despite them not liking me very much. They saw me as a rich, previledge kid that only wanted to flaunt money on their faces who lack a lot of things. Today was different. I made friends with two children. They told me where to hide best when the bullies are coming. "Good afternoon, little alpha."
I smiled at the middle aged woman. She was one of the housemaids in the manor. I grew up seeing the woman in the place. She often served the Luna when she was still alive.
"Good afternoon, Myrna. Have you seen father?"
"He's in the office, little one."
"Thank you."
I was about to run in the direction of the office when I heard her clearing her throat. I stopped immediately as I giggled.
We shared a smile.
I walked slowly heading to the wing where father's office was.
Myrna often refrained me from running inside the manor. In the past, it caused accident with the other house help. Either I bumped into them or I collided with the furniture that led to broken displays on the walls or tables.
My knuckles are about to knock on the wooden door of the alpha's office when I noticed the yelling from the inside.
I breathed out as I put my hand down.
Father must be with Camila. They were fighting again.
A year after my mother died, my father started seeing Camila. Months later, she brought the woman in the tribe and allow her to stay in the manor.
I was not against father marrying another woman. He was a good mate and husband to my mother. I saw the sadness in his eyes when my mother died. His smile returned when Camila came into his life.
However, something has changed. It has been months when I noticed that they started fighting. It was new to me since I never saw my parents quarreled in front of me when mother was still alive.
I turned my back from the door. My feet brought me to my room. It was opposite my father's bedroom.
I was watching the wide expanse of the gardens in front of my windows when my attention was caught by the opening and closing of the door. When I turn, the smiling face of my father greeted me. "Myrna told me that you're back."
Smiling widely, I sprinted towards him. My short arms embraced his muscled frame.
"I met two friends today." I muttered with enthusiasm.
"That's great. Your mom would be proud of you."
I nodded.
Father guided me towards the edge of the bed. We sat side by side.
A frown marred my face when I noticed the sadness in his eyes as he looked at me.
"Everything alright, Dad?"
"Of course." He caressed the side of head as he stared at me. "I miss your mother today. It's her birthday, after all."
"I miss her, too. Everything okay with you and Camila?"
"The usual. She will get over it."
"What did she want now?"
Camila sometimes made a scene if father did not give what she wants. I noticed that from her. Father often allowed them unless it has to do with me or my mother's. "She wanted to have a child."
My eyes blinked when I heard that. I have not thought about having a sibling. I was fine on my own in the past.
"What did you say?"
"I said no. I am a little old to have another child. I have you already. This tribe already have an alpha." Father said with a smile.
My father met my mom when he was in his thirties while my mother was in her early twenties.
"What did Camila say?"
The closing of the door was overheard before father could answer. It was closed harder than normal that I could almost imagine the hinges moving by the way it sounded. Father chuckled.
"That was her answer. She did not like it, son. She was very adamant on having another child."
"Don't you want to have another child, dad?"
"Maybe but not with her, Victor." He patted the top of head. "Camila is a beautiful woman but I did not feel any ounce of motherly instinct from her. She was never fond of you. She was only civil because you are my son." The frown on my face deepened.
Father chuckled at my reaction. He pressed my shoulders before standing.
"When you grow up, you will understand. The likes of Camila is dangerous, Victor."
He was by the door when I was able to come up with words.
"Then, why did you bring her in the tribe, Dad? Why bring her in the manor if she's dangerous?"
"Because she was there in my moment of weakness. But I will not allow that weakness to get what are yours, my son."
I was more confused with what he said. My ten-year old mind cannot fathom the words coming from him.
Unbeknownst to me, that will be the last meaningful conversation that I and father will have.
I came home from school one afternoon. Every so often, I will replace my father before I go to my room. I usually, tell him about my day and he will with his.
"Is that for my father?" I asked the house help who was carrying a cup of coffee.
"Yes, little alpha."
"I will bring it to him."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Alright. Thank you."
I gave her my sweetest smile before taking the tray from her. Slowly, I sauntered towards my father's office.
Ever so carefully, I balanced the tray in my hands until I reached the door. I put it down to open the door to the office.
Father was engrossed on the papers in front of him that he did not even raise his head.
"Put it on the table. Thank you."
That I did.
I was smiling widely as I watched him work. I put my school bag on the chair. I made a 'plop' sound.
That caught my father's attention.
"Hey, young man."
"Hi, dad."
"You brought me coffee?"
"I did."
"Wow!"
"Give me a minute. I have to use the restroom before I tell you about what happened in the school, dad."
There was an amusement on my father's face when I said that.
I ran to the restroom inside his office to do my business.
It took me a few more minutes since I had to wash my face. I noticed that I have dirt under my chin.
I got them when I played tug with a classmate while we both wait for our drivers to come.
Smile still plastered on my lips, I went back to my father.
Confused, I drew near when I saw the broken pieces of coffee cup on the floor. The coffee was spilled all over it. My father was also hunched on the office table. "Dad?"
I turned him over when he did not respond.
My eyes widened when I saw his frothing mouth.
"Dad!"
I shook him but he was not responding. I remained unconscious. His mouth is still foaming.
"Murderer!"
My mind went back to the present when I heard Camila. The woman was heaving. Blood is rolling out of the side of her lips.
"We both know that it was not me who murdered my father, Camila. Someone poisoned his coffee." I retorted.
"And you brought that coffee to him, Victor."
"And someone put poison on it. You have been spreading gossip that it was all me because I was against on having a sibling. You knew that my father did not want to have a child with you." "That's not true!"
"The alpha told you that. You heard us talking that he did not want to have a child again because he knew that you are going to use him against me and tribe. My father knew that you wanted to be the next Luna but you are not properly inducted in the tribe. It was the reason why you wanted to have an alpha's child, Camila. It has been years, admit the truth." I said with rage in my voice. "With my father gone, you wanted to be the beta's woman but my father's bestfriend did not want anything to do with you. He also knew you ambition, Camila. The position, the tribe, and the coffers."
"No!"
"You went out of the picture but your comeback almost destroyed me. You hid behind the cloak and disguised as the Dark Witch."
"Because you are the hindrance in my plans! You are going down with me, Victor."
Malicious smile smeared her lips before she lifted her blooded hand. She chanted a few lines under her breath. I was unable to understand the words.
To my disbelief, the same droplets of blood rose in the air. Before I could utter a word, the blood shot in my direction.
"Let this man suffer with my blood. I offer my life." She recited repeatedly until she was weak enough to crumpled on the ground.
I coughed out as I watched her took her last breath.
I covered my mouth when I coughed again. I looked at my hand when I felt something wet and warm on my palm.
Shock enclosed me when I saw blood on it. It was followed by the agonizing pain on my chest.
"Victor!"
It was Lauren. She called my name over and over again.
I saw her face hovering above me. My mate is very beautiful.
Then, everything went black.
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