4: Strange Encounter
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R A V E N N A
It was evening and Kira and Lilah had to go back to their houses before it got too late. I was alone in my bedroom, staring blankly at the wall, my mind in jumbles. My thoughts were everywhere, and I couldn't find peace.
The door to my room opened and I looked up. My mother entered, a worried look on her face.
"Mom," I said, surprised. "I didn't know you were back." I said, sitting up.
My mother looked just like me, but a prettier version of me. She was in her mid forties but looked like she was in her late twenties. Her blonde hair was straight and she had bright blue eyes, just like mine.
"I got back five minutes ago." She sighed. "Your father and I have been worried about you. Can you please talk to me, Ravenna? We're worried sick. You haven't been yourself in a while and we feel like you're keeping things from us."
"It's nothing, Mom. I'm okay." I lied.
"Don't lie to me, Ravenna. I'm your mother. You're our only child. I can't watch you suffer and not do anything about it."
"It's fine, Mom." I reassured, trying to act normal.
"It's not fine," She snapped, surprising me. My mother was always composed and gentle, never snapping at anyone. "Don't you trust me enough to confide in me about whatever might be going on in your life? Is it because you haven't found a mate? There's no reason to be ashamed of that, Ravenna. Just because you haven't found a mate yet doesn't mean that you have to be embarrassed about it. You can still be happy. And, we are here to help you with everything. Please don't shut us out."
Her eyes became teary and I couldn't control my emotions any longer. I cried and she came to my side and pulled me into my arms. "I made a terrible mistake, mom. I hope you and daddy forgives me. Please give me time, I will tell you. But, right now, I just want to cry."
She stroked my hair gently. "You can talk to me when you're ready, sweetie. And, there's nothing you can say or do that can make us hate you. We will always love and support you."
"Thanks, Mom." I sobbed, holding onto her. "I love you so much."
"I love you more." She whispered, kissing my temple. "Now, go get ready for the dinner. I'll see you downstairs."
I nodded, and she stood up, leaving me alone in the room. My mother didn't have a wolf either and she understood the hardships of being an omega. She and my father had been together since high school and they were in love.
They couldn't have children for a while until my mother became pregnant with me. I was born an Omega and that had broken my mother's heart.
My father was the only one who had kept her from giving up.
I loved them both very much and their opinions mattered a lot to me. They had given up everything for me and I knew I was letting them down.
I changed my clothes and fixed my hair.
When I was done, I left the room and headed down to the dining area. The smell of cooked food reached my nostrils and I felt sick.
"Hey," My father greeted, a wide smile on his face. He was a tall man with jet black hair and a strong built. He was handsome and had a great sense of humor.
"Hi, Daddy," I greeted, hugging him tightly. "I've missed you."
"We've missed you too, princess," He kissed the top of my head. "It's good to be back home. How are you doing? I heard the Alpha is back in town."
"I'm fine," I lied, forcing a smile. "And yes, he's back."
"Good, then maybe we'll see you at the mating ceremony, tomorrow."
"Of course." The last thing I wanted was to watch my mate get married to another while I'm miserable and carrying his child. How was I going to survive tomorrow?
"I made your favorite," My mother chimed in, a warm smile on her face.
"Thank you, Mama," I smiled.
She placed the dishes on the table and we all sat down to eat. The smell of food was overwhelming, and I was unable to stomach it. I had eaten the same meals before, but it tasted different this time.
"What's wrong, Ravenna?" My mother asked, noticing my frown. "Is the food bad? I'm sorry, I didn't know-"
"The food is fine, Mom."
"Then why aren't you eating? Are you unwell?"
"It's not the food, Mom. I don't feel too good. Can I excuse myself? I'll just take a short walk. I'll come back and eat later."
"Sure," She said, her eyebrows furrowed. "Okay, darling. Your father and I are going out tonight."
"Okay," I smiled and stood up. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." They both chorused, watching me leave.
When I was in my bedroom, I grabbed a jacket and headed out, walking to the park. It was nighttime, and the moon was shining brightly, illuminating the forest. The wind blew in my hair and I shivered.
My hands rested on my abdomen, and I thought about the child. I was pregnant and soon, my pregnancy will show. My parents will find out and Zane will probably find out and I don't think I'll be able to deal with his second rejection.
How was I going to survive? How was I going to survive seeing him at the mating ceremony?
What was I going to do?
I felt lost, and I hated it.
The sound of a twig breaking startled me, and I froze, my heart beating wildly. Someone was approaching, and I wasn't sure if I should run or stay and confront them.
The footsteps came closer and a male emerged from the shadows, his eyes trained on me.
My heart stopped.
It was Zane.
His eyes were wild, and he was in his wolf form, his black fur shining under the light of the moon. He took slow threatening steps towards me and I slowly backed away.
He was in his most dangerous form right now and he could rip my throat out if he wanted to.
"Zane," I called, trying to control my nerves.
He snarked, but there was a mixture of emotions in his eyes. He suddenly stood in front of me, his huge wolf almost reaching my shoulders.
His sniffed me and his snout landed on my belly. He continued sniffing, and I felt nervous. What if he smelled the child and realized that it was his?
"Zane," I called, panicking.
Suddenly, he turned around and walked away, disappearing into the darkness of the night.
What the hell was that?
He had looked at me weirdly, like he had seen a ghost.
Why did he run away?
Was it the baby? Did he smell the baby and realized that it was his?
Or had I just imagined things?
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