Chapter 50

Laura POV

"Aunty, I don't want to go back to school! I got rejected, humiliated, and dejected by my mate. It's unfair to be mated twice and rejected both times!" I exclaimed hoarsely, but she cut me off before I could continue.

"Laura, come here," she said, her voice soft and gentle. I felt the pain that clouded her gaze. "It's so unfortunate that you have to go through this alone. Let me tell you a secret," she whispered softly. "I'm a wolfless omega, no mate, no wolf, no friends, only family. I almost lost my will to live because of that. So, let's just say it's better to get rejected than to have no mate at all."

My eyes widened in shock,I looked at my aunt with newfound understanding. "Aunty, I had no idea," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I know, dear. It's not something I like to share often. But I want you to know that you're not alone. We may not have mates, but we have each other. And that's all that truly matters."

I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her aunt. I realized that her words were not just empty comfort, but a reminder that she had a family that loved her, no matter what.

"But, Aunty, the mockery in school is unbearable. I've missed classes because I was trying to escape from Clara's gang, which is another thing for me to worry about, right?" I asked eagerly, waiting for her response. But she never replied. "Aunty?" I called softly, rubbing my ankles, my voice laced with concern.

My aunt's eyes were fixed on something in the distance, her expression unreadable. I followed her gaze, but saw nothing but the trees swaying in the wind.

"Aunty?" I called again, my voice a little louder this time. "What's wrong?"

She blinked, as if snapping out of a trance. "Nothing, Laura. Let's just go inside and rest."

I nodded, feeling a sense of unease. Something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it, she looked tensed.

"Later, she stopped, turning her gaze backward, and pointed in a specific direction. 'Did you know that lady?' she asked, but I couldn't find the lady she was pointing at. 'Which lady are you talking about?' I asked, glancing around confusingly, searching for the lady she was referring to."

My aunt's eyes narrowed, her gaze still fixed on the direction she was pointing. "The one with the silver hair. She's hiding behind the trees."

I followed her gaze again, but I still couldn't see anyone. "Aunty, I don't see anyone," I said, feeling a sense of frustration.

My aunt's expression turned serious. "Trust me, Laura. I know what I saw. And I know what she looks like."

I felt a shiver run down my spine. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "She's a witch, Laura. And she's been watching you."

I felt like I had been punched in the gut. A witch? Watching us? I didn't know what you talking about?

"Laura, let's just go in, please. The environment is unsafe for us to stick around," my aunt said, her voice laced with urgency. I felt a surge of fear and anxiousness. "What witch is she talking about?" I thought to myself, as I slammed the gate and still rushed out to peek in the direction where she had been pointing. "Laura!" I heard my aunt's piercing tone, vibrating my eardrum.


I reluctantly turned back to my aunt, my heart racing with anticipation. What's going on aunt? Who's this witch I can't see, nor even feel her present? I asked trying to keep my voice steady.

I hesitated, unsure of what to say. Part of me wanted to reassure my aunt that she had overreacted, but another part of me was still reeling from the strange encounter. "I don't know, Aunty," I said finally. "It just felt really weird."

My aunt's gaze lingered on me for a moment, then she nodded. "Okay, let's go inside the house first, We can talk about this more later."

"We walked into the room, my mind still restless. While she excused herself to the bathroom, I rushed to the window, glancing around every corner, but still couldn't find anyone. 'Aunt? Are you there?' I called out, my voice shrill with frustration. She had left me in a state of suspense, flooded with questions and curiosity."

My aunt emerged from the bathroom, a look of concern etched on her face. "Laura, what's wrong?" she asked, noticing my frantic gaze.

"I can't find anyone," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I feel like we're being watched."


The phrase is mostly correct, but there are a few small errors and areas for improvement. Here's a corrected and revised version:

"My aunt's expression turned serious. 'That's because we are,' she said, her eyes scanning the room. I saw a lady at the other end of the room, Laura, her smile was different. Your parents actually know many secrets about witches, and one I know of was displayed by her. Her eyes were malevolent, a piercing yellow."

I made a few changes to improve the clarity and grammar of the sentence. I added "end of the room" to make the sentence more specific, changed "lane" to "end", and added "piercing" to describe the yellow eyes.

The sentence describes Laura's observation of the lady (Arachne) with malevolent yellow eyes, hinting at her aunt's knowledge of secrets about witches and Laura's parents' involvement. If you have any specific requests or directions for the story, please let me know!