ALPHA SEBASTIAN: His Love Is Killing Me

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us in ways we never thought possible. Mother had grown old, and her hair had turned silver while father had died. At one point, the worl

g until someone or something distracted me. Walking towards me, she appeared like a silhouette, as if stepping out of the photograph I kept on my nightsta

ease understand that nothing good could come out of it. I held onto the hope that we would be reunited someday, even if it was just a self-deception. We could rega

ather awaits us!” my mother’s

no point in being sad about something or someone that has already passed. Memories of my childhood often cente

eded a hug. He was not there; we needed a goodnight kiss. He was

same voice, but when naming her, mothe

sguised grin, I could sense that she was waiting for me to disclose that Vicky would arrive at any moment now. The feeling of sadness and pain permeated t

the

got stuck i

y world seemed to fade away before my eyes. It was almost as if I could smell her pain, and it made me want to do everything in my power to

e. But because they raised me not to be weak, I was told hundreds of times a day crying was for fragile people; they taught me to

sobs echoing through the room. A new feeling was born; belonging. And it was

d despair, and experience what we had never experienced before. Our embrace was a comforting and familiar place, as if we were two

ot be here,” I mumbled, alm

e words softly to shield

d? Or her suffering blinded her so much, and she just surrendered without ev

sight amidst a sea of unfamiliar faces, including faraway uncles and mysterious aunts. Out of all the people, he was on

use me for a

r faces, yet unfriendly, came to my father’s funeral. “My dear cousin

hese people come here? Don’t tell me they are mourning, I don’t buy it! My anger was so

lences, Bash, rea

Liam, and we liked Liam. “As for those, I really don’t have a clue, but… I s

me, so I voted for that

e as an Alpha and a few more of the relatives who carried the coffin to its

ed the primary room where Father was resting with black ornaments, black fabrics on all the

is royal crypt. The coffin was open for everyone to see my father’s weakness and compare now with my

idn’t take me long to see the female figure standing over my father’s coffin.

specially since I didn’t know this str

ply, a feeling I had never had before. I could feel the wolf in me wanting to come out. My ey

inside me

I asked her angrily as she set up her camera to take

she gasped

ted and grabbed her arm. I simp

go, you brute!” she screamed, s

? Who sent you? Who do you work for?” I kept

ved my mo

” she tried to explain but didn’t finish

t instantly, but I didn’t f

Instead, her eyes loo

again, understand? In fact, pray t

throughout the whole ceremony. With a simple look, I

d it in looking at these so-called family faces. I didn’t mourn, nor did I show grief as Mother was

ld, hurting Mother and separating me from Vicky. Even if he is dead and almost buried. She could not return. It has been so ma

, the very one to be his house for all eternity. Mother’s tears were like summer rainfall, but she was glari

put Fath