Maya

"Alpha Alaric, This might be the first time I've ever dared to approach you..." The pen quivered in my grasp, a painful reminder of the haunting memories flashing before my eyes—images of the twins entwined with those women.

God. This was worse than I’d thought it was.

“Our lack of connection, I must confess, lies largely with me. Carrying the weight of the Sterling name as my mother's daughter, acceptance within this pack has been an elusive dream. To be honest, I never cared about it because I knew that day when I’d be accepted as a normal pack member would never come. Yet, amidst this solitude, your kindness helped me survive, by treating me just like a member of the pack, not as your mistress’s daughter. And for that, I'm absolutely grateful. But today, as I spill my truth onto these pages, I carry a burden unknown to our pack. Though your sons have sensed hints of it, I can't linger until they fully comprehend. I must stay alive—for the life burgeoning within me, growing with each passing moment," a solitary tear breached my defenses, tracing a path down my cheek, despite my efforts to stem the flow.

The relentless torment of the twins with those women tormented me, draining my very essence. Only a glimmer of hope kept me tethered—the life I carried, the fragile spark I wanted to nurture—my baby.

"You can do this, Maya..." I murmured, my grip on the pen unwavering, determined to etch out every last word.

"Alpha Alaric, Luna Ayla did not take her own life. She was murdered, and the culprit is none other than your wife—my mother. I understand if this is difficult to believe, but trust your sons—they know the truth and will soon prove it to you. Morgana orchestrated Luna Ayla's death, and she wasn't acting alone. There's another individual involved—a former pack member. Morgana possesses his details, including his contact information. Once you examine her call records, the truth will become as clear as day—she is responsible for Luna Ayla's murder. Your sons have endured countless injustices because of my mother. I want to request you to start by granting them justice for their mother's tragic fate. A woman like Morgana does not deserve to continue living."

I let go of the pen, folding the letter while battling back tears.

I knew I had to deliver it to Alaric's office. Although he wouldn't be present now, I anticipated he would find it in the morning.

Taking the other letter I had written for the twins, I hesitated. They didn't deserve any parting words from me, yet I couldn't resist the inexplicable pull of the matebond. Despite my reluctance, I found myself compelled to write it.

With deliberate steps, I descended the staircase, mustering every ounce of resilience to shield my mind from the vile images searing through my consciousness—the sight of the twins fucking other women, a grotesque display meant to torment me. I had pondered incessantly, questioned endlessly, and agonized over what satisfaction they derived from punishing me for someone else's transgressions. Yet, amid these final hours within the pack, I chose to release myself from this ceaseless contemplation.

Entering Alaric's office, I carefully placed the letter on his desk, alongside the one meant for the twins. I trusted Alaric to ensure that his sons received my words. Without a backward glance, I exited the packhouse, my footsteps resolute as I headed toward the garage.

The night continued growing darker with every passing second. As I ventured outside, I took painstaking steps to evade the watchful eyes of possible guards and warriors. In the midst of my cautious movements, a twig snapped beneath my foot, the sound reverberating through the silence, causing me to squeeze her eyes shut.

No, god, please. I can't get caught.

However, apart from the sound of my own racing heart and the lingering echoes of my misstep, there was no sign of approaching guards. It was the same silence I  was met with, unbroken and still— the one that I wanted.

I clutched onto my lower abdomen, forcing myself to swallow the whimpers of pain—The twins weren't going to be done with their whores anytime soon.

My gaze was fixated on the shadowed garage. No one was watching me, and even if they were, I couldn't afford to abandon her plan. Not after coming all the way here.

I had to follow through with it, no matter the risks.

My freedom depended on this. My entire life hinged on whether or not I could succeed tonight.

Swiftly and carefully, I made my way to the twins’ luxury car. There, standing beside the fiery black beast parked in the garage, I was granted a stroke of luck; A glimmer of hope in the form of the car key, likely carelessly left behind by either Maximus or Leonardo. I clutched it tightly—this was my ticket to freedom.

I slipped into the car, started the engine, and without a shred of doubt, I took off.

I shifted gears and drove away from the scene without hesitation, driving in the forest's direction. My gaze caught the attention of a few warriors who recognized Twins' car, but none of them thought to inspect the situation closely. They had grown accustomed to Twins' late-night escapades. 

As the car sped away into the jungle, I pushed the vehicle to its maximum speed, crushing every tree or bush beneath it. The engine roared, and the wind whistled past me, I felt liberated and free, just like the winds, just as I  should be.

I had no fears, though I knew how many dangers could lay ahead.

But I had to make it anyway. There was no option left, I just had to because now I had a reason to keep fighting...I needed to give my baby the life it deserved. And I'll never let them feel like they don't have a mother even though they have. 

***

"Damn it!" I cursed in frustration as my feet struggled against the slippery, muddy shore of the lake while I pushed the sleek black beast into the water. It was a daring move to destroy the twins' car, especially at the boundary between the packs, but I had no other choice.

And worst of all, this was not the only thing I had left to do—I had to reject them as well. So, I had much more pain to endure. The scenes of the twins with those whores had faded around half an hour ago and I wondered whether they'd already figured it out that I had escaped from grasp. Perhaps, they hadn't because so far, I and my wolf had not sensed even a single effort from them to track me down. So far, I was safe.

After much effort, I finally succeeded in pushing it totally into the lake, delightfully watching as it submerged into the body of water. Surely, once I abandoned the car and left, I'd manage to shake off any pursuers— they'd lose my tail.

"One last step, Maya..." I breathed out, fisting my hands to my side as I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the pain, "You can do it."

And then I uttered the next few words that I should have done way sooner, "I, Maya Campbell, Reject Alpha Maximus Sterling And Alpha Leonardo Sterling, the future Alphas of Blackthorn Pack, as my mates.”