Leilani.
Two days later, I was hit with the weirdest most pleasant, but craziest news there is:
Gavin proposed!
To Maya!
And for the first few minutes after hearing that news, all I felt was betrayal.
Now, this may sound selfish but I felt like she had betrayed by saying yes to him. That she had overlooked past all his wrongdoings and everything in between simply because of so mate bond between them.
That was what I felt before I was hit with a crazy amount of happiness so strong I felt myself levitating from it.
Maya was getting married!
My hands shook as I held the white golden rimd invitation card in hand while I grinned from ear to ear like I was the one getting married.
Her hands wrapped around my waist tightened as she buried her face into the crook of my neck, and with a breathy sigh said; "I’m sorry it ca as a shock to you!"
"Everything you do cos as a shock to !" I answered with a smile, not missing the way the corners of my eyes brimd with unshed tears.
Maya noticed this too as she leaned close to wipe them off my face and with a smile whispered; "I’m sorry."
"Congratulations." I answered softly, and I ant it.
I ant it so much and even the heavens knew that.
I ant it because I liked the way the corners of her eyes crinkled with laughter. I liked the warmth that emanated from her body, filling with a kind of serenity that I loved. I also liked the way her hands around my waist tightened, squeezing so tightly, I feared I would dissolve into her bones...
She sighed dreamily. "Thank you."
"I can almost feel your love for him, and I am sorry I almost made everything about and tried to co between you two."
While I spoke, she only smiled, and occasionally she would nod here and there only to hug tighter and tighter... and—
"I’m glad I can now be a part of your family even though I probably do not like the rest of the said family." She hissed into my ear, earning herself a heartfelt smile from .
However, I had just smiled at that when suddenly a thought struck , and it was the fact that she doesn’t know how I wasn’t really a mber of the Blackthorne’s family yet.
She’d been so preoccupied and I caught in my own web of family drama and lies that we haven’t really gotten the chance to talk as much as we should, so I sighed and took a step back while shimmying out of her hold before sinking into one of her sofas.
"There’s sothing you do not know about," I said in a small voice, "...there are things I haven’t told you about."
Maybe it was the tone of my voice or sothing else but she slowly sank into the sofa close to mine, pulled her knees to her chest and rested her chin atop them to stare pointedly at , her beautiful eyes drilling holes into my skull as she drawled; "Why are you scaring ?"
And at first, I blanched. My hands on my knees froze for a nanosecond before I dropped my head quickly, suddenly feeling afraid that she may not take the news so lightly. I also feared for Gavin’s reaction when he hears about it; and with this fear clawing its way up my chest, I said;
"Promise , you won’t tell Gavin about it until I ask you to."
She stopped to glance at then I didn’t miss the way her eyes darted to the door behind .
"Yes."
"Yes isn’t a promise." I pressed on, still not missing the way it felt like she was hiding sothing from ; But deciding not to dwell on it further, I took a deep breath and sighed;
"I’m not a Blackthorne."
She laughed. Like really laughed. And the sound of it made want to squeeze her neck so hard until it hurt. It made want to pull out my hair because I knew that she wasn’t taking seriously... that she wouldn’t take seriously.
I pinched at the bridge of my nose— mostly from frustration than annoyance— and then I continued; "I’m not joking."
"I know you aren’t," she answered quickly— too quickly. "I know that you tell everyone that you’re not a Blackthorne but a Sinclair— which is a na you’d ford from the top of your head..."
"No, Maya. I’m really not a Blackthorne!" I snapped this ti, interrupting her.
Her eyes widened as she turned to face then, a flicker of sothing fleeting past her gaze before it slowly disappeared. "You don’t an that, do you?" She asked and I couldn’t help but feel my heart plumt into so pit in my guts.
I shook my head. "I do. I had a DNA Test conducted on my siblings and I... including Gavin and after the results ca out, it was discovered that I am not a mber of the family. Moreover, my mother confessed to cheating on Mr Blackthorne."
At my words, she froze, her eyes widening in shock and sothing else... sothing that looked too much like apprehension. "With who?" She asked, her tone gravely.
But I knew then and there that I couldn’t bring myself to respond to that question. That there were so things best left unsaid.
Because tell how I could possibly tell her about my Lycan heritage?
How could I explain to her that I was that thing that couldn’t be nad?
My bottom lip is trembled as I roved my eyes along her body and with the tiniest bravest voice I could muster, I whispered; "I can’t tell you."
"Please..."
"I really can’t."
"Leilani, I already feel so lost as it is... and only
The heavens know how badly Gavin will take the news." She voiced out an I could only lower my eyes in slight panic, shaking slightly as I said;
"I really don’t know who my biological father is... but my mother, Maurice Blackthorne, confessed that he was her true mate and that I am only twins with Chalice due to so shit known as heteropaternal..."
"...Superfecundation." She finished in a small voice.
"Yes, that." I answered,
However, before she could say sothing more, I slled a distinct yet familiar scent, and imdiately I did, my senses soon went into overdrive.
I rose from the sofa I was sitting on and turned to the door, my breath coming in fast gasps as I ca face to face with Gavin who for so reason had the stoniest iciest expression on his face.
He slurred; "What did you just say, Lani?" He asked, sounding so cold, it sent shivers running down my spine.
I do not know if I hated how he’d used my nickna, all I knew was that my body shook with panic. Or was that even panic? I don’t know.
All I knew was that my limbs trembled and that I feared for his reaction, seeing as he looked so hurt, one would think he was in a physical pain.
"Leilani, talk to ..." he drawled slowly, coming to grab my shoulders but in a way that his hold didn’t feel too hard.
I sighed, hating myself for being the one to break the news to him like this. And then I said; "I’m not a Blackthorne."
"I heard that... I know. But I don’t understand how."
The sound of his voice and the pain behind each word made feel so type of way. Without thinking, I grabbed his wrist too as if that could stop him from falling... it did.
I said; "Mother confessed to having an affair with a man nad Ragnar, and that’s how I ca into the picture. She and father always knew that I was not one of you, hence..."
"The reason they treated you like shit." He finished, his voice breaking so bad it brought tears to my eyes.
"They’ve also been suppressing my wolf using suppressants and..."
"It isn’t a suppressant in the way you think." He answered coldly— too coldly. "...it is wolfbane and silver... and an elixir known as moonveil draught."
As soon as I heard those words, I froze. Even my arm wrapped around my chest clenched tighter until I was squeezing at myself so hard I could barely breathe.
"How do you know that?" The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it, and my anger only peaked when he drew in a sharp breath, his body shaking slightly as he explained;
"Because I did so of the deliveries." He said, and when the words still didn’t click at the back of my skull, he continued; "I was tasked with delivering it to you by putting bits of it into your food."
As soon as I heard that, the room descended into silence.
Then there was rage.
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