Why My Mate Cries
Chapter 65

SAMARRA’S POV

From the dust, the witch would rise…

Samarra Bryn is my name, and I came all the way from the Moon Witches tribe to this place with one goal in mind: to avenge the death of my mother.

Being a werewolf-witch hybrid, I must confess that I encountered a hard plight. Every day I had to replace a way to survive and become powerful so that no one would disparage me for being different.

This wasn’t the situation during my childhood, for I had lived a normal life in the pack which was led by my father. He was an alpha, and he loved me and my mother so much.

However, everything turned upside down when my mother told me the truth about our identity; that she was a hybrid, a half werewolf and a half witch.

That made me the same.

All my life I thought I was a full-blooded werewolf that was raised in a royal family of a well known pack, but those were all lies. My identity was tainted, and at first, I hated it. I hated my mom. She hid it from me and my dad.

“I know I should not have kept you from the truth, but I can’t let your father kill you once he replaces out that we’re different.” I recalled my mother saying those words while she cried, begging for my forgiveness for keeping me in the dark.

That time, I could not seem to understand what she meant. But, after hearing it for the first time from my father—how he despised witches and would not hesitate to kill them if he came across one—I realized that my mother had only been trying to protect me all along.

I asked my mom why hybrids were hated by the full-blooded werewolves, and I could remember clearly what she told me, “Full bloods cannot accept the truth that hybrids are way more powerful than them, carrying both the powers of two bloods that can defeat them all at once. They fear the witch, Samarra. They are egoistic creatures who cannot accept that their powers have limits and that witches, like us, can withstand them with just one snap of our fingers.”

With that in mind, I hid this secret from my own father. I loved our family so much, to the extent that I’d chosen to hide the truth from him to keep our relationship intact. My mother was happy that I finally accepted who I really was.

It served as a new start for me to explore what I was capable of. She taught me everything about witchcraft secretly, and as the years passed by, I learned a lot about my magic, how to control and use it discreetly to help our pack mates.

It was true that the witch’s magic was way more powerful than the ability of a werewolf, though I was still proud that I had the b***d of a royal werewolf running through my veins, and I never discredited what werewolves were capable of.

I thought we could keep our secret until we died, but I was too naive to even think it was possible…

Augustus Harper, who was still the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack back then, was friends with my father. Out of all the creatures, he was the one who found out that I was a witch, one night during a banquet in our mansion.

When I was in the garden picking up flowers as a gift for my father’s birthday, a werewolf boy hurt me, making the b***d flow from my head. In my anger, I used my magic, lifted him in the air, and threw him forcibly onto the wall. That scene was witnessed by Augustus.

“You’re a monster,” I remembered him saying those cruel words to me.

Because he was an alpha, he was able to grab me by the neck in a flash. His eyes were smoldering, his fangs slowly growing out, like he was ready to tear me apart.

“Let me go!” That were the exact words I said, crying in fear as I tried to shove his hands away from my neck.

I was close to passing out. I couldn’t breathe anymore… and when my parents arrived, shocked at what they’d witnessed; Augustus did not hesitate to tell my father the truth.

“You’ve raised a witch, Keith! This girl tried to kill my son using magic!”

Of course, my father did not believe it at first, but when Augustus put his claws on my neck, slowly digging them into my skin, it made my mom furious. In one move of her hand, she made Augustus let me go. I felt my mom’s rage. She wasn’t able to control herself and used her magic to attack my father’s friend.

However, because mom lost her mind, she wasn’t able to protect herself from my own father, who tore her neck with his own claws.

That night, I lost her…

If not for the Moon Witches who helped me escape the pit of fire that was set to burn me alive, I wouldn’t be where I am today and would probably have vanished into thin air like ashes.

Augustus Harper and his descendants should all pay the price for what he did.

My family was ruined.

My mother died…

He led my father to plan my death…

Those things were unforgiveable, and I’d do everything to avenge what happened to me and to my mother.

“Samarra! P—Please, let me go! Don’t hurt my baby… please…”

My thoughts were ripped out when Aliyah, Augustus’ daughter, cried in pain as I used my magic to clutch her abdomen. I did not flinch at her words. She was still stuck at the top of the wall, screeching in agony as I continued to hurt her.

She was the daughter of the werewolf who ruined my family, and so she deserved to be punished too. She had to experience the same terror I felt, the same agony that kept me haunted at night.

“Do you really think you can kill me with your bread knife?” I said smoothly.

“I—I’m sorry, ahhh!” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she fought back my magic in order to keep her abdomen in place. “Please, don’t hurt m—my baby… D—Don’t take her away from me too…”

The vivid memory of my mom’s amber eyes before she shut them forever flashed in my mind. As I looked at Aliyah, I could see a mother’s will to protect her child. A searing pain engulfed my chest, knowing it was the same emotion I’d seen in my mom’s eyes right before she died.

My jaw locked. Breathing heavily, I put down my hand and at the same time, she fell on the floor, coughing and crying while clutching her abdomen.

“No… Please tell me you didn’t k—kill my baby. Please, tell me my baby’s safe…” she wailed in despair.

“No, I didn’t kill the baby inside your womb,” I said coldly. “But if you try to attack me one last time, Aliyah, I won’t hesitate to kill your little one.”

She shook her head and begged, “P—Please, not my child… I—I just want to leave this house. I just…” She sobbed, this time in grief. “I just want to return to my new pack…”

“You should stop hoping that you can return to your new pack. Accept the truth that you’re going to rot here for the rest of your life.” I laughed and walked past her. Her cries gave me satisfaction.

They will taste the sting of my revenge now that I have dedicated my entire life to avenging my mother’s death.