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Please explain what is happening. Jackson questioned as he cast his gaze between the two and eventually found me.
He raised his eyebrows and questioned, "Why is she tied to the bed?"
Benjamin erupted, pointing a finger of accusation at Ray, "This fucker tried to rape my sister."
"Sister?" Ray made a nasty joke.
Let's all settle down and decide."
This like grown adults," Jackson said. Ray raised his hand and left the room, saying, "I don't have time for this bullshit."
Shortly after, Jackson departed the room, leaving my brother and me. He stood up for me, but that didn't mean I had to forgive him. He was one of the numerous individuals.
I felt the most pain.
Imagine having an older brother who was your best friend, protector, and someone you could always count on. He, however, followed suit as soon as everyone else turned against me. He never once extended an olive branch to me. Like everyone else, he thought I was to blame for his mother's passing.
He uncomfortably stroked the back of his neck and said, "I'm sorry about Ray.
I sat silently on the bed since I wasn't sure what to say. I was released from my bonds as he approached the bed and started removing the ropes.
I ignored him as I rubbed my stiff wrists and focused on something else. Now that I was free using my abilities to flee was simple.
"Is it true?" I inquired, figuring he would understand what I was asking.
"Yes. He's gone, "He replied with a gloomy gaze.
"Who killed him?" Although I knew the answer before I asked, for some reason, I still wanted to think that it wasn't him who had slain my father.
He hissed, "Alpha Ryan," with a menacing expression.
I answered, "Oh," with a scowl.
Why did you visit the North pack?
"That's none of your concern," I said.
Snapped.
I'm aware that he was grieving the loss of his father and that I should probably be sympathetic to him, but I couldn't get over what he had done to me. Because he prevented his jerk friend from maybe taking advantage of me, I wasn't going to be kind to him.
He was the one, if I recall right, who had previously authorized him to act. Why did he then stop him?
"Why?" I questioned with a pained look on my face. I wanted him to understand how much his past wrongdoing had wounded me and how it still impacted me today.
"You killed my mother. What did you anticipate? Did you think you wouldn't be held accountable for your actions?" He gave me a direct glance.
I whispered, "I didn't kill her," a few times.
My face was covered in stray tears.
"You didn't even inquire as to what occurred. Nobody questioned what had happened. Everyone believed it was my fault, "I yelled, using tears of frustration clouding my view.
This has always been a touchy subject for me. Every time I had a mother-related thought, I would always cry. Despite what was said, I still felt guilty about what had transpired, and I knew in my heart that I would always feel guilty.
He said, "I'm sorry," while staring at me reproachfully.
"Father told me what occurred just before he died. The rogues had assaulted our pack because of him. Father forced him to see the murder of the rogues' mate, the leader. The best way for the villains to exact revenge was to kill our mother. Father wanted to find someone to blame even though you were the only person to see what happened.
Sadly, everyone looked for someone to blame and found you.
You were just six years old at the time. Most likely, you weren't even aware of what was going on. I feel awful for all the dreadful things I've done to you in the past, and I know you might never forgive me, but I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry," he said in conclusion.
I was a sobbing wreck when the confession was through. They determined that even though I wasn't too responsible for her passing, it would have been a fantastic idea to pin it on a helpless kid.
I have nothing but contempt for everyone in this pack. I used to seek their pardon, but now I wanted them to experience the same emotions I did all those years ago.
I was so enraged that I was gradually losing control of my power. I let out a scream and a burst of energy without thinking. With great energy, the yellow glow left my body and quickly spread around the area.
I regained control of my breathing and power and studied my surroundings, but what I saw shocked me.
Oh, oh, what did I do? I yelled loudly and covered my mouth in embarrassment at what I saw.
POV of Marina
I moved as quickly as my legs would allow. Never before have I felt as I do right now. This was the worst feeling I've ever experienced because my chest was heaving with guilt, making it difficult to breathe.
Shrubs and trees encircled me as I stood in the storm. The current state of the weather reflected how I was feeling. I struggled to decide my fate, and an internal conflict was growing.
The white nightgown I was wearing was getting wet from the rain. My body was now completely covered in the gown, leaving no room for interpretation.
It was now becoming more difficult to breathe. I fell to the ground on my knees, smearing muck all over my clothes as I did so.
I didn't care because what I had done was insignificant compared to my clothes becoming dirty.
How was I able to do that?
Still reeling from what had happened, I was. I did what I had done and fell face-first into the mud while sobbing uncontrollably.
Flashback
I was shocked by what I saw when I turned to glance around. Glass was everywhere, and Benjamin lay still on the ground.
In an instant, I jumped out of bed and hurried over to him. Glass fragments was ingrained in his skin.
I gave a frightening gasp as I stared at his face. He had two glass fragments in each of his eyes.
I felt for his pulse to see if he was still alive, but I couldn't find one. To be sure, I checked again, but I still had no sensation.
I exhaled while rocking his motionless body.
A sob of pain. What did I do?
I stood up on wobbly legs and limped over to the window. I only saw green.
A forest entirely encircled us, but I feared the destruction would go far further than just one cabin.
I exited the room and looked about the home to see whether anyone else had been there when I lost my temper.
The floor was filled with shattered Glass, so I had to pay attention to where I was going.
I checked each room, but I couldn't find anything. When I looked around the living room, I felt sick.
Sitting on the couch, Ray and Jackson were all covered in blood. Their lifeless eyes watched as long shards of Glass protruded from their flesh. I hid my lips from the horror and bolted from the room.
I am solely to blame for this.
I knelt on the ground as soon as I was outdoors. I cried out in anguish, letting out a loud growl as I hid my head in my hands.
After what I witnessed inside the cabin, I didn't want to think I could do such damage. Although I was made aware of my destructive tendencies, I didn't think I would ever need to use them.
I've always believed that I am a decent person. Despite everything I had been through, I never wished anyone had wronged me badly. I wanted them to conclude that what they were doing was wrong.
I never intended for anyone to suffer harm. I just had a brief moment where I considered killing everyone. That must have been all it took to unleash my evil side.
I got to my feet to assess any potential harm I may have inflicted to avoid dwelling on things I couldn't change or undo.
Wait a second.
Why not?
What if I could change this or go back in time?
I suddenly experienced a blossoming of hope, which led to a modest improvement in my attitude. I closed my eyes and concentrated on undoing the harm.
I quickly opened my eyes to discover that I was glowing all over. I grinned a bit to myself and concentrated on correcting my error. My body experienced a surge of power that made me shine even more brightly.
Like before, the powers left my body and pushed me back violently, causing me to strike my head against a tree. The impact knocked me out cold.
On the ground, my ears rang as I awoke. As I fought to get to my feet, all I could hear was the constant ringing. I quickly blinked to correct my vision, then focused on the cabin in front of me.

I genuinely believed it would have been successful. I thought I had the strength to undo what had happened, yet it appeared that giving up would have been preferable.
The cabin was no longer standing. It was now a dispersed, crumpled mess in front of me. I couldn't believe how badly I had damaged the place. I broke down on my knees in helplessness and cried out in agony once more. As I sobbed, tears streamed down my face like a river.
I took action.
I hazily recalled the warning the angel had given me when I believed I was dead. She had told me that I was capable of immense good and great disaster. I promised myself I would only use my skills for good that day. As I suddenly stood before my ruin, I wanted to laugh at my previous self. I committed murder today. It is safe to declare that I killed three boys today after never killing anyone. I know that some people could believe they deserved to die, especially in this manner. I killed them without my knowledge and any prior notice. I thought they had passed away and, They were in a split second.
My shouts were audible in the distance. I started crying even more complicated as my chest tightened cruelly. I wasn't sure when I would be able to stop crying. Even I was terrified of myself since I had turned into my worst enemy. I feared my potential next move. I attempted to empty my head to stop further devastation since I was even more terrified of my ideas. I slowly got to my feet, brushed away the last tears, and headed toward the pack house. Before I left the territory, I wanted to ensure everyone else was okay. I came to the pack house and went to a complete stop.
“Oh no. "No, no, no!"
I mumbled, shaking my head. With a complete stir on my face, this isn't happening now. I couldn't believe this.
My head seems to be bursting wide and trying to open up. I stood there so confused.
I kept shaking my head and saying, "This can't be happening." There was now nothing but a crumbled wreck where the most prominent house in my pack had previously stood. The home was lying in a disorganized jumble on the ground rather than standing triumphantly as it once had.
Nothing remained standing. Even nobody else was in the vicinity. I finished my work quickly and entered the debris to look for any survivors. As I frantically searched for anyone from my pack, I backed away from the wood and concrete.
I called out several times in an attempt to elicit a reaction.
The Alpha’s Slave Mate
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