15

ISBERLT.
*"What's wrong my pumpkin? Why sulking?"*
*mom lifts my chin with her thumb gracing against my cheek, and a smile on her face. That permanent smile that's always etched to her face, making me wonder just how she manages to be so happy at a place like this.*
*A place where we are treated different from the rest of them*
*A place that should be home, but hardly feels so.*
*"How do you do it, mom?"*
*I ask her, and she cocks her brows— a confused look crossing over her face as she pops herself up on the mattress.*
*"How do I do want, pumpkin? Is there anything troubling you? Remember you can always tell me anything, and i promise to listen to everything you have to say."*
*She palms my cheeks, her eyes glowing in the dimmed light, and... there it goes again. That gorgeous smile.*
*With a shake of my head, I say, "You're always smiling, mother. How do you do that? Act so unbothered about things with a smile on your face. How can you always be so strong? Don't you ever get tired of everything? Don't you ever feel like just giving up?"*
**My mother is the most cheerful woman I've ever met. You can never decipher her emotions, because she does a very great job at hiding them. Even at the brink of tears; she smiles.**
*My mother smiles at me before bringing me to her arms, my head resting against her chest as she strokes my hair, and she says, "Do you know why I'm always smiling?"*
*When I give her no response, she chuckles before continuing,*
*"That's because it gets me through everything. No matter what the world throws st you, no matter the situation you may find yourself, no matter the condition you are— Always remember to put a smile on your face, because that confuses them. Breaking down, and wailing during difficult times wouldn't solve your problems, Isberlt. It will but only show them how weak, and vulnerable you are. It will only show them how badly they've gotten to you, but you do not do that. You do not let them the power they hold over you. Always smile, Isberlt— because not only does it make you stronger; it also make you mysterious."*
**She stands, hovering over me with a genuine smile on her face as her thumb stroked my cheeks, and she says, "So to answer your question— I'm always smiling because that's the only thing I've got to show them that I'm not scared."**

"You are awake,"

The familiar voice echoes around the room, and I moan as I hold onto my head— one that feels like it's just being smashed by a rod.

"Are you okay?" The voice comes again, and I shake my head, my gaze turning towards where it's coming from, and Heather is staring at me with genuine concern covering her feature.

"Be careful,"

She stands to aid me to lay against the headboard, and I glance around to take in my surroundings— realising that this isn't my room. The penitentiary to be precise.

"What am I doing here?"

I implore her, my eyes moistening as the memories of what went down flow through my mind.

Fucking Rita, and that stupid stunt she pulled on me. Discerning Alpha Gael again, and almost getting displeased before everyone.

The last thing I remember is being hoisted by an angry-looking Alpha. In a very harsh manner.

What happened after— how I got here, and why I'm in this decent dress remains a mystery to me.

"You lost consciousness, and the Alpha ordered for you to be brought here. " The same person that's the cause of all these.

My blood blotches at the thought, and Heather speaks again, "You should be thankful to him, you know. He saved you. " Is she fucking kidding me?

Seizing my hand off my forehead, I lift my brows at her, a scoff leaving my parted lips, "Are you fucking kidding me? Did you just say he saved me? The same man who almost had me raped? For something that wasn't even my fucking fault!"

I groan after, my head hurting from the noise. God, this is why I hate noises so fucking much. It's nothing but a complete pain in the ass, and since I've been here, I can't seem to stay away from it.

"You should have never fought with the Alpha's daughter, Isberlt. What were you thinking?"

She shakes her head as she grabs my hand to tug me towards her, and I chuckle before saying, "I wasn't fighting with her. She brought that upon herself when she shamed my family's name, and to be honest— I hate that it was only her nose."

Heather lifts her head and shakes her head with a smile on her face before she struts, grabbing a towel from beside her, and pressing it against my forehead.

"The Alpha said you should be taken care of. After what happened with the moonball party, I don't think he's in such an incredible mood so you should watch your mouth, and be gratified for his kindness when next you see him. " His kindness, my fucking ass.

"The moonball party? What day is it?" I ask, curious as to how long I've been in this room, unconscious of everything that's happening around me.

"You were gone for two nights, Isberlt. You bled too much. "

She sighs, her gaze resting on the skin below my face, and I move my hand to my neck, feeling the thin fabric against my skin.

Lifting my eyes back to meet Heather's gaze, I ask, "How much did I bleed?"

"Enough to pass out for two nights, but you don't have to worry about it— it's been taken care of, and the doctor said you'll be fine as long as you have enough rest. "

She pushes against my shoulder gently as an indication for me to rest against the silky material, and I do strictly that, feeling my body at ease.

"There is never rest for a slave."

I mouth as Heather settles back on her seat beside the bed.

"You don't have to worry about that either. The Alpha King ordered for it. "

What a charitable gesticulation from him.

If only I don't hate him so fucking much already.

"I heard he lashed out on Alpha Andrew for what he did," She grabs hold of the hand resting against my lap, and laces her fingers through mine, bringing both hands up to her chin, and I can't help the tingling feeling that shoots through my body at the innocent act.

Oh, how good it feels to have a motherly affection.

"Alpha Andrew?"

I croak, trying to keep my voice steady and stop my thoughts from going there— knowing I'll only end up crying.

"Yes, he's the one who attacked you. I learned he got it a lot from the Alpha King."

She smiles gratefully at me, and at the mention of the wolf that attacked me; my mind races back to what he had said.

He spoke of cells and urged against will.

They keep mumbling about how I hurt my kind, but never truly mention what I did.

"Heather?"

I call with my gaze focused in the air, and Heather hums next to me; a notion that she's listening.

"Do you know why I'm here?"

The room falls into silence as I turn my gaze to her, and she shifts in her seat; her hand dropping from mine.

I stare down at the hand that drops to my thighs, before looking back at her with lifted brows, and she speaks, "I don't have the entire proficiency of what happened, but they said you harmed wolves, Isberlt. Innocent wolves."

Harm wolves? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I have never encountered a wolf since I left my pack years ago, and even if I did— why will I want to harm an innocent wolf that did absolutely nothing to me.

"I do not understand," I tell her as I attempt to sit up, but she pushes me back to rest against the mattress, "What do you mean I harmed wolves? What will I conceivably achieve from doing that?"

She stares down at her hands, and as if she opens her mouth to speak— the door opens, and Heather is quick to move to her feet as the figure rest against the doorframe with a scowl.
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