Rejected By My Mate, Chosen By Fate
Chapter 115

Special Chapter: Author’s POV

Linda sat and watched Nevaeh as she slept but the young girl soon grew bored and decided to take a short snack break.

She checked and made sure that Nevaeh seemed comfortable before quietly leaving the room.

Shortly after, the sleeping child turned around on her side, as she attempted to fully go back to sleep, lightning flashed and thunder struck, instantly waking her up with a scare. Nevaeh quickly sat up and looked around, frightened, her vision was a bit blurry due to sleep but she was still aware of her surroundings.

She scratched at her eyes a bit and looked around but she found no one. She called out to her mum and Linda but she got no reply and she became very scared.

At the sound of another thunderbolt, Nevaeh practically jumped from the bed and began crying. She walked around the room and even went to the bathroom but she still couldn’t replace anyone. She kept calling out to her mother but all she could hear was the sound of her own voice and the storm that was preparing to unleash outside.

She decided to search for her mother outside of the room because she was very scared and wanted Evelyn to hold her in her arms.

She left the room and just kept walking through the empty corridor, going in search of her mother but the hallway was long and she couldn’t replace anyone to help her because everyone was currently at the party but like a brave little girl, she kept walking forward, despite her fears.

She eventually arrived at the entrance of the Grand Hall and she saw that the room was filled with so many people, music was playing and everyone seemed like they were enjoying themselves despite the fact that a heavy storm had begun outside. This left Nevaeh puzzled but she quickly had an idea. If there were so many people here, then there was certainly a possibility that her mother was here as well.

She wiped her tears and went inside still clad in her Hello Kitty onesie.

Zephyr’s POV

Misery.

That is the definition of my soul. It just really hurts when your past mistakes come back to bite you in the butt despite the fact that you really want to change. I understand that once trust is broken, it cannot be fixed but somehow, I had always had faith that Evelyn would forgive me but following our recent encounters, I’m starting to lose hope but I just can’t.

She doesn’t even want to have anything to do with me let alone accept me as her mate once more. Four years ago, I was young and foolish and maybe a little bit bitter but all I did back then, I did because I felt it was the right thing to do.

After realizing my mistake, I want to take back everything I did but I just can’t, the only thing I can do is apologize continuously and try to earn her forgiveness but I’ve not had much luck with that.

She claims to have forgiven me but acts like the mere sight of me disgusts her and to be honest, it hurts like hell. I can’t really blame her though, I can’t even forgive myself so how can she forgive me? She spoke about going through emotional trauma, I also experienced some of that and I know just how terrible it is. When I heard that my father had been murdered just two days before my eighteenth birthday, I couldn’t express how much pain I felt and because I’m a man, I wasn’t expected to cry, I wasn’t expected to show any weakness. I was the only thing that my mother had left so I had to offer her my shoulder to cry on but bottle up my own tears. I held so much anger and grief within me that it threatened to end me. I was more appalled when I heard that Evelyn was the one who had killed my father.

I had known her for a while but we weren’t friends, she was the only mute girl in the Pack and her mother was mum’s friend. She was also close to my father and sometimes I felt jealous due to the bond they had. My father was always hard on me growing up but he was always gentle with her whenever she came around. He always told me that he treated me the way he did because I would be the Alpha one day, I needed to grasp strength, perseverance and leadership and when I understood what he meant, I had no hard feelings against Evelyn. But upon hearing the fact that the girl who my father had treated like his very own daughter had murdered him in cold b***d, it sprung up all times of nasty feelings within me, feelings that I had never experienced before.

I wanted to go over to the prison cell and rip her to pieces at that moment but I was held back, I was told to look after my mother instead. At the time, she had been suffering from terrible health so the loss of my father really dealt her a terrible blow. I stayed with her all the time so I couldn’t attend Evelyn’s trial. I’m happy that I didn’t because I was so enraged at the time that if I had set eyes on her, I wouldn’t have hesitated to strangle her to death.

I and my mother were in mourning and I was still young at the time so the Beta took over the affairs of the pack as regent for a short period. On my eighteenth birthday, which was two days after his death, I laid my father to rest instead of throwing a lavish party. Yes, my father was buried on my eighteenth birthday and that scarred me forever, it made me thirsty for revenge. Right there on my father’s grave, I swore to torment and ruin the life of his killer.

As if to aggravate my suffering, my mother died a few days after my father was buried. I lost her too and became an orphan and in that moment, I just wanted to lose myself. I didn’t want to have to bear the agonizing pain. I wasn’t used to the feeling, being a prince, I had been pampered my whole life so this kind of pain was something I could barely take.

I had to bury my mother as well and I laid her right next to my father, where she should be.

I blamed her death on Evelyn as well because I was of the notion that if my father hadn’t been killed by her, my mother wouldn’t have succumbed to grief and lost her life. My young, eighteen year old self only blamed one person for all my problems and all my misery.

Evelyn Emerson.

And I swore to avenge my parents each and everyday. My heart became hard as stone and in order to be able to fulfill my promise to them, I had to kill my emotions and act like a beast. I didn’t get over my grief, I didn’t want to, I wanted to use it as a weapon against the culprit.

I was happy after hearing that instead of killing her, they had chosen to make her the Pack’s slave instead. I had reasoned that death was simply too good for someone as evil as her and I sought to make her life a living nightmare, so much so that she would beg for death but I would make sure not to give her that luxury. She would have to pay. I had thought.

After becoming Alpha, I focused more on punishing her, it became my sole purpose. The reason why I went to bed every night and woke every morning. I thought I was only doing the right thing, only keeping the promise I had made to my parents but I was only ruining an innocent girl’s life. I didn’t cry out, I didn’t try to heal, I didn’t try to get over my trauma, I instead let it turn me into a beast. My actions, though brutal, were carried out for a reason.

I’m not trying to defend my actions because in life, we’ll all have to face one type of trauma or the other but what matters is how we deal with our grief, I had failed to fight my own demons and replace peace with myself, I had instead decided to vent it out on poor Evelyn and blame her for all my problems. I had dealt with my own trauma in a bad way and that’s why I have to face the consequences.

I instantly remember a particular phrase that mother always used to say when she was alive. “Give others happiness and only happiness is what you will get, it also happens in reverse as well. No matter how lucky or privileged you think you are, you’re not above the wrath of the goddess, what you give is what you get.”

My mother had always told me that while I was growing up and I had forgotten about it at some point. If I had abided by it then at least none of this would have happened.

What could I have done though, I wanted to punish Evelyn for killing my father but I guess vengeance was never mine to begin with and the way I had taken my revenge was actually the problem, it kind of makes me feel twisted.

I sigh and rub my chest, feeling my fragile heart race a bit. When thunder strikes, only then do I realize that a storm has begun and with this raging storm, comes an unfamiliar feeling within. I can’t tell what it is but I feel expectant, almost like my heart is longing for someone or something but I don’t even know what it is yet. A sudden burst of euphoria rushes within me, like something good is about to happen.

I look around and try to see if I can spot Evelyn but rather than my gorgeous runaway mate, my eyes fall on a little girl in a cute onesie and I start to wonder what she’s doing here instead of being in bed. She seems sad, almost like she’s about to cry but the minute our eyes meet, Kieran springs up within me and blurts the words I had never expected to hear.

“Pup! Pup! Pup! She’s our pup!” Kieran chanted within me, immediately springing up excitedly but despite Kieran’s enthusiasm about meeting our supposed pup, I’m left utterly confused and frozen on the spot.

Pup? What pup? I had never seen this little girl in my life before and though I had f****d a lot of girls in the past, none of them had ever approached me about being pregnant because I always use a condom and even if one of the girls did have my child, I’m pretty sure I would be already aware a long time ago so none of this makes sense.

I gesture to the little girl to come to me and as if by a magnetic pull, she walks towards me slowly. The closer she got, the more the feeling of my bond with her grew, my attachment and care for this girl was growing and I had just met her.

The minute she stood in front of me, I was mesmerized and all my questions flew right out the window. Pulling her slightly big cat ears hoodie down, I saw that she was an exact replica of me but in a female version. Her eyes were big bright orbs of emerald and her light blonde hair was the same as mine. She had basically inherited all my facial features, even my celestial nose and the birthmark on the side of my right eye.

I was filled with mixed feelings as she just kept staring at me strangely, I could still see that she was sad. I tried to say something but I just couldn’t form a single word. What was I supposed to say? Hi, I’m your dad, nice to meet you for the first time? No, I can’t say that. Besides, who could her mother be?

Without thinking too much, I instantly have a guess. It might be a little far off but it’s the only thing that makes sense and if I’m right on this one, I’ll forever be grateful to Selene.

The little girl who I just found out is my daughter seems frightened so I have to pull myself together and replace out what the problem is. “Is everything OK, dear? Why do you look so sad?” I asked the only questions that came to my mind.

“Sir, have you seen my mummy? I’m very scared, I need my mummy now.” She cried and just then, there was another blast of thunder from the heavy rain and she ran into my arms, clutching on to me tightly with her small hands.

In that moment, I felt a sharp sense of contentment and fulfillment. It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before and it’s wholesome. I had never known that being a father would feel so good, having your child in your arms and their little heart trusting you to protect them was just the best thing ever. I had only become a father for two minutes and I was already loving it. I felt a strong attachment to my daughter, a strong wave of duty and fatherliness washing over me. I wrapped my arms protectively around her and carried her, resting her on my shoulder.

“Sssh. It’s OK, you don’t have to be scared because I’m here. I’ll protect you and I’ll never let anything happen to you .” I cooed and patted my soft hair gently and I felt her ease up a bit and my heart leapt in joy.

After a few minutes of calming her down, she finally seemed relaxed and she asked me to put her down.

She’s a bit feisty and I like that, it reminds me of a certain someone and my suspicions grow. I only hope that I’m right or I’ll feel heartbroken. If this girl is my child with Evelyn then it would be easier to get back together with her.

“What is your name?” I asked her and she looked up to me. She hesitated a bit before answering.

“My name is Nevaeh.” She answered and I smiled. What a beautiful name, it’s perfect. It’s just the right name for my beautiful little daughter.

“You have such a lovely name.” I complimented. “Thank you.” She said with a smile and it was obvious she seemed a lot more comfortable with me. This is good progress.

“How old are you?” I asked and she looked at me strangely. “Why are you asking me this? Will you help me replace my mummy?” She asked and it took a decent amount of effort for me not to burst into laughter. She’s just so cute, I’m loving her more with each minute that passes.

“Yes, I’ll help you replace your mummy but first, you have to answer my questions, OK?” I asked.

“OK.” She answered with a nod and I caressed her cheek softly.