A Love Reawakened The Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 150

BOOK 2: CHAPTER 20

Harriette’s POV

As soon as Ella said those words, I held her hand firmly as a way of telling her not to say another word. Everyone was there, staring at us. One more word from Ella, they would know all the things we said about our pack were lies.

“Let’s talk inside,” I whispered. I could see Rowan watching me with a knowing look.

I dragged Ella back into the hospital room I just got out of and locked the door tightly.

I sat down and she stood by the door, her hands folded tightly against her chest. I could read it in her body language that she was done. Ella was totally done with this Rogue Pack.

“You know I can’t go home yet,” I said. I made sure my voice wasn’t too loud since I didn’t know what lay outside the room.

“Do you know that we’re staying longer than planned? Mother wanted to make sure we were back within a few days. Not weeks. Not a month. What are you doing, Harriette? I didn’t picture myself staying too long like this,” she hissed.

I threw my hands in the air in exasperation.

“Do you even know why we’re here?” I asked her. If she thought for whatever reason we were here was a walk in the pack, she should think twice.

“I don’t care. Get the job done and get us out,” she half yelled.

I stood up and walked closer to her. I placed my hand on her shoulder.

I shook my head. “We can’t leave yet,” I affirmed.

She glared at me. “Because you love it here already or because you’re too weak to do whatever it is you’re supposed to do,”

I snapped my gaze at her. “Why would I love it here? Everything is ridiculous. It’s not even worth staying here for two more minutes. Do you think it’s easy for me? It’s not. I have to also endure this place,” I said, emphasizing this place‘ I explained.

“I’m losing myself, Harriette,” Ella cried.

I was feeling the exact same way but she thought I was having fun. “Me too, Ella. I told you that strange things had been happening to me here. It’s messing with my head,” I cried too.

“What do you suggest we do?” Ella asked.

An idea came to my head. Even though it was hard, I still said, “Maybe you should leave first,” I said.

She had a questioning look on her face.

“We came together, Harriette. We should leave together,”

I shook my head. “I don’t think that is a wise decision anymore. We’re both overwhelmed and you being like this wouldn’t make it any better for me. So, I think it’s a good idea if you go home. Let Mother know that I’m still on the assignment,”

I explained further.

Ella still didn’t agree. I was so close to losing my mind.

“If I leave, things would get suspicious around here. Those people standing outside would ask questions,” she said, referring to Rowan, Gideon, and Mika. “And it’ll become tougher on you,”

I realized she had a point. If she left without any official notice or permission, questions would truly be asked.

“What do you suggest we do then?” I asked her. I sat back on the bed dejected.

“How about you tell me what the assignment was and I’ll help you with it,” she suggested.

I didn’t totally turn my head to Ella but from my peripheral vision, I could see her looking at me with enthusiasm.

Chapter 150

/Don’t ever tell anyone about this mission. Not even your closest companion/

Mother had sternly warned me before I left our pack.

I shook my head repeatedly. “I’m sorry, Ella. I can’t tell you. When the time is right, you’ll definitely know what it is but until that time comes, I have nothing,” I told her.

She looked at me with disappointment in her eyes.

She dropped her hand to her side. “How much longer now?”

Honestly, I had no answer for her. I just stared at her. The thought of carrying out that mission scared me now. I was to kill Rowan but from what happened yesterday, I pray it wouldn’t be him or maybe Thorne who kills me first.

“I don’t know Ella,” I hated being a disappointment and a coward. Something was stopping me from hurting Rowan but I wouldn’t let it stop me anymore. It was about time I took charge of whatever was going on in my head.

“How about tonight?” I suddenly asked her.

“What?”

She asked.

“Get ready tonight,”

I opened the door and gently pushed her out because she could ask more questions.

I had to prepare. I couldn’t just sit back and wait for the opportunity to come to me anymore. I had to take it for myself. I was done being an idiot.

But first, I needed my knife. That meant I had to go back to the room I shared with Ella to get it.

As I walked towards the door, the door suddenly opened. It was Commander Mika.

“Going somewhere?” She asked.

I nodded, then shrugged. “Yes, I’m going back to my room,”

“The doctor advised you to stay here tonight,”

Instantly I replied without thinking twice. “I’m more comfortable in my room. I don’t like it here,”

“You know no matter how powerful your werewolf genes are, you still need to rest right?”

I stared at her as though she had two heads. “I said I was going to my room to rest. So, yes, that’s exactly what I would be doing,” I spat.

“Fine. If you insist but I don’t want to see you up and about,” she subtly threatened.

I gave her an awkward smile, “Of course, Commander”

As I waited for her to leave first, so I could too, she said, “About your painting, are you sure that was your first time?”

I furrowed my eyebrow. Painting? What was that?

“Sorry, what?”

I suddenly asked.

“The painting you made yesterday,”

“I didn’t make any paintings yesterday. I couldn’t draw anything, it was blank,”

She frowned. Then, she laughed nervously.

“Are you trying to play around, Harriette?” She asked.

I shook my head slowly trying to pick up on her words.

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“I’m serious. I didn’t paint anything. You gave me the brush. I stared at the canvas until you know who barged in.”

I explained.

“No, Harriette, you painted,”

“Nope, I didn’t,” I stubbornly replied. “Maybe it was someone else’s painting you saw and you assumed it was mine.”

I shrugged.

I was getting confused at her insistence that I painted when I didn’t. The canvas was empty. I couldn’t paint because I didn’t

know how to.

She suddenly grabbed my arm.

“Harriette, listen to me. You painted yesterday. This is what you painted,”

She pulled out her phone and showed me a picture.

It was a painting. The one she assumed it was me who made it. It resembled the painting of the little girl on the wall, but there was something different about this one. Though it appeared amateurish, it was more detailed.

It was like a refined and more vivid version of the story from the little girl’s painting.

In this new painting, the little girl was still there, holding the necklace, but now two other figures were included. One was a man in a hooded mask, holding her hand, and the other was a towering woman standing across a river, arms outstretched, with a sinister smile on her face. A dark mark marred one side of the woman’s face, adding to her unsettling presence. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Only one person that I knew had that smile on her face and the dark mark.

It was her.

It was Mother.