Chapter 43: SHE WAS A GYNAELYCAN

**Alpha Dylan**

As I lowered myself back into my seat, I turned to catch a glimpse at my mate. She was looking at me with really intense eyes.

I noticed the solemn emotions behind her black eye balls.

"Ellen?" I asked her softly, leaning into her. She stared at me still with her eyeballs cloudy as if she wanted to cry.

What had happened to her?

"Ellen, are you alright?" I asked her again. She nodded at me. And because I was in no way reassured, I hurried to her side and took her palm, bending afore her to be able to look at her properly.

She let me take it, her palm.

They fit right inside of mine.

"Tell me, what happened?" I urged her. She contemplated whether to speak or not. I could see it on her face.

"It is just that everyone keeps asking after only your mother. So, I figured that your father was no more. Then I became sad because you lost him," she said in a breath.

My heart constricted with some kind of love for her.

She had noticed that?

She was indeed my mate.

"He is indeed dead-" I began to say but she interrupted me.

"I am sorry."

"You do not need to be sorry Ellen. It happened years ago. I am over it," I promised her. She stared at me. "You hear?" She nodded at me cutely. She began to raise her hand to place them on my cheeks but the sound of someone slurping liquid noisily brought us back to the reality that we were not alone, causing her to snap out of it.

I looked up to find the perpetrator though I had a suspect in mind.

Well, well, of course it was Lydia.

The suspect still had her juice in hand and was still slurping that way.

"Stop that!" Simon told her.

"Tell me how this is your business and I will stop doing it," she challenged him.

"Urgh!" He groaned in frustration. I shook my head at her. She noticed me do so. After all I was the target of her actions.

"Let her carryon Simon," I said to my cousin brother who shook his head in resignation. I stood to my feet. Then I looked down at the woman who was now looking up at me from her sitting position. "Do you want a drink?" I asked her. She nodded.

"Yes," she said in a whisper.

"Alright, I will get you one," I told her. She nodded as if in thanks as I let go of her hands and went to get her a glass of drink.

I returned to her side soon with one and handed it to her.

"Thank you," she said to me as she received it. She took a small sip and sighed. I guessed that she liked it.

I noted that.

"Do you want some?" She offered me, raising the glass to me. Then suddenly, as if she had thought about the other implications of her innocent offer, she began to withdraw her hands.

I was amused by her actions. But I tried so hard in order not to burst into laughter.

"No thank you," I declined, rescuing her from the somehow uncomfortable situation that she had put herself in to. She smiled awkwardly after a nod and I smiled in return, in what was barely concealed amusement.

I walked back to my seat and as I say, I felt everyone's eyes on me.

That was why they had all gone quiet.

They had been watching Ellen and I, studying our encounter.

Nosy people.

"What?" I mouthed at Simon because he was looking at me with raised brows. He said nothing in return, just looking between me and Ellen and back to me.

Ellen had her eyes buried in the liquid in her glass so I was guessing she was still a bit embarrassed.

"What?" I mouthed at my cousin brother once again with my own brows raised. He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

Then, he shook his head in what was supposedly exasperation.

Nonsense man.

"Come let me show you the garden Ellen," Lydia suddenly said to my mate.

Now what was she up to, this rather mischievous lady?

Lydia hated the garden.

She dropped her empty glass and went to my mate. Ellen's eyes darted from Lydia to me and then to Karen before Lydia again.

"But I uhm-"

"We have so many wild and beautiful flowers girl. You gonna love it! I like to bask in the scents," she pressured her. Lydia seemed tongue-tied, not knowing what to say to Lydia as an excuse not to.

"I- I am not, I-" she began but went out of words quite quickly.

"She is not done with her drink Lydia," I helped her out immediately I noticed she was unwilling to go with my cousin sister.

"Oh right! I will just wait for you to finish," she said as she stared at Ellen, her eyes pressing her into finishing the drink.

Ellen stared at her lost.

She gave Ellen a look that said: Go on and drink it all up.

"Leave my mate alone Lydia," I all but growled at her. She turned and gave me a death stare.

"Stay out of this Mister leave my mate alone!" She snapped at me in that her domineering wolf voice that somehow managed to send chills down my spine.

It seemed like she still got it in her, that wolf, she had not lost it.

Lydia had a masculine wolf. And it was not just any wolf, it was a Lycan.

It was a very rare werewolf condition.

She was a Gynaelycan.

"She does not want to go with you can you not, see?!" I snapped back in my own wolf voice. Her audacious voice had triggered my own wolf, Nathan.

"Did she tell you so?"

"I can see it on her face. You could have seen it too if you were not so blind!" I taunted her with the rage slowly filling me.

"As if I am the one with the eye condition here," she taunted back, mentioning my long sightedness, hypermetropia.

"That was uncalled for," I said getting to my feet. I was angry now. I hated when any one made fun of my eye condition, a trait I inherited from my late father.

Actually, it was all he had left to me apart from his Alpha position in the pack.

"She was and is still my friend before she became your mate mister that was uncalled for," she said. "As if you were called for," she added as a later backlash.

"You! You!" I said in my rage. I decided not to speak again because of my anger condition. I tended to stumble on my words, some kind of stammer when I was so angry.

"Go on now, or can't you talk anymore?" She said with a smirk that I longer so much to wipe off of her face with a comeback that I could not think of now because I was too mad.

I breathed in and out in an attempt to manage my anger. I managed to chase some of it away after the gesture.

"Both of you have not let the object of your argument say a word though she has been wanting to speak for the past few minutes," a familiar voice said from the main living room entrance.

Both of us turned in that direction.

It was Sarah.

"Sarah?" Lydia said in disbelief. I guessed she had not believed her mother when she said she had invited her mate over.

"Yes baby, I am here for you. Now leave your cousin with his mate and come give mummy a hug. Mummy missed you," Sarah told her in a very drawing voice.

Lydia flew into her arms with the most insane speed I have ever seen.

And then she said, "I missed you too," to her mate while squeezing her to her death.