Becoming Alpha’s Personal Caretaker
Chapter 170

Lauren's

POV

The moment I opened the door of my mother's bedroom, longing slammed my whole being. I had to blinked my eyes a few times to stop the tears from falling.

I already told myself that I am not going to cry tonight.

I breathed deeply. I was hoping to smell the familiar scent of my mother's perfume. It was unfortunate that I can no longer breathed the usual jasmine fragrance that she usually sprayed on her body.

A smile painted my lips at how pristine the room was. Nothing amiss in every corner. It seemed that the owner of the room was still alive and still make sure that the place is still in order.

No on would even think that my mother was already gone for more than a decade at tidiness of the room.

I have known my mother for being organized and she made sure that every nook and corner is dust-free. I witnessed growing up and it was what I practice. It helped me a lot when I was still in medical school and cramming for my exams. Looking at the room, I realized that mom got it from my grandmother. Perhaps, it runs in our blood.

Several books were lined and perfectly inserted in the bookcase mounted on the wall. I remembered those books. I saw my mother flipping those pages before she sleeps at night whenever we spent the weekends here in the tribe. I grabbed one of the frames at the bottom of the book case. It was the picture of my mother on her graduation day in college.

I sat on the edge of the bed. I stared at the picture.

My mother was grinning on the picture. She was radiant. She was holding a framed certificate in one hand while the other was on top of her protruding stomach.

It was clear that my mother was proudly displaying two things in the picture. Her pregnancy and the certificate that was stating that she graduated with Latin honors.

Indeed, my mother was a nerd. Alpha Kean was right. She would have been a great Luna alongside my father in Full Moon Tribe.

I stood up again and returned the picture frame.

I caressed the frame beside it. It was the certificate that my mother was holding in the other picture.

The sorrow that started to crept inside me diminished when my sight went to the third picture in the bookcase.

Giggles exited my mouth.

It was the picture of my mother and me in the carnival.

It was a normal old picture but the story behind it was a good one.

I was wearing blue jumper shorts with a yellow long-sleeves shirt. My hair was in pigtails. My mom, on the other hand, was in her corduroy pants and white top. We were both grinning.

I was five years old in the picture. It was also taken in summer of that year when carnival visited near the Sabado Tribe territory. It was grandma Anna's idea to bring me there. It was also her idea to take pictures upon entering the place. Everything was fine. We were having fun until I asked my mother to ride in the carousel. Despite my mother's refusal to accompany me, I insisted for her to come ride with me. She was persuaded when tears fell from my eyes. I learned too late.

The moment the carousel stopped moving, my mother hurriedly ran to the exit with me in her arms. She threw up her dinner in the bushes. One of her hands was clutching mine while the other was on her heaving chest.

We went home right after that. On the way home, Grandma Anna told me that mom has motion sickness.

Eventually, it became a fond memory for me. Although it was a fun gone wrong, it also made me realized that a mother would do everything for her child even at the expense of her being.

In lieu with this, I became more determined to know the truth about her death.

If my mother can sacrifice her own well-being for me, why would she take her life knowing that I am still young and needed her badly? What pushed my mother to undergo suicide knowing that she lived and breath for her only daughter? Yet, it was hard to uncover the truth if the two people that were very close to my mother did not know anything or anyone that could led to my mother's demise.

If there was one thing in common between the testament of Grandma Anna and Alpha Kean, that was the knowledge that my mother loved solitude. My mother would rather keep to herself than mingle with the crowd. Moreover, there was no mention of my mother having another male friend or the possibility that she might have been interested with anyone before and after meeting my father.

Janice mentioned about a letter though.

That has kept me awake at night. I have been trying to check through my mother's old belongings but I was unable to find the letter that Janice spoke of. Was this one of ploys to get to me? Is she lying again to get my attention? To lead off track? Or was it to tarnish my mother's reputation?

I breathed out when annoyance started to wormed.

That woman is scheming again. Is this her and Lola's trick to doubt my mother? Those women have no good bones in their body. They already got what they want. They have my father and my ex-fiancé. What more they want from me?

Thinking back, I should have known that maybe Lola knew about the letter that Janice mentioned. Maybe Alpha Manuel and Lola spoke of my mother behind my back and Janice has learned of it.

I sighed again.

No matter. I will get to the bottom of this. I will make sure to know more about the past that involved my mother. I have been tortured enough of it. It was my right to learn about my mother's death.

A knock brought me back from my deep thoughts. It was followed by opening of the door.

The familiar face of the maid peeped by the door before it opened wide.

The woman is carrying a trying. On top of it was a slice of the chocolate mousse cake and a cup of black coffee. Their aroma surrounded the small room.

"Anna was done baking about an hour ago. I saw the light was still on under the door and decided to bring you dessert. You know, just like the old days." The smiling woman said before placing the tray on top of the bed. "Thank you, Melinda."

"Don't mention it. I am leaving, anyway. I will be back in the morning."

"Goodnight."

"Night, Princess."

I smiled to myself as I watched the woman leave.

Melinda and Uriel were mates. They both belong in the Sabado Tribe and they watched me grew up.

My attention went back to the food on the bed.

Eversince I stepped foot in the territory, I have been flooded with a lot of memories. Not all of them were sad but mostly great memories not only of my mother but also the blissful childhood I had with my grandmother. Surrendering to happy thoughts, I grabbed the tray and approached the door.

Chocolate mousse cake is Mila's favorite dessert. I noticed that she barely ate dinner. This might cheer her up.

I was about to knock on the door that my friend is using when I heard retching inside. Bothered by it since it was not stopping as I stood up for about a minute by the door, I went in while hogging the tray between my arm and side. I saw Mila gagging by the toilet seat. The door to the bathroom was opened. However, before I could even ask, my friend pushed the door close when she saw me.

Startled by the action, I placed the tray on top of the vanity and walked closer to the restroom door. I knocked with urgency.

"I'm fine, Lauren." I heard from behind the door despite the water running in the sink. "It must be the lobster. Did you notice how much I ate?"

A frown marred my face even at the laughter that came out of Mila's mouth after she said that.

I stood beside the wall as I waited for Mila to come out.

The scent of the toothpaste and the mouthwash mixed in the air when the door opened.

"Hey."

I stared into the pretty face of my friend. I finally spotted the thickening bugs under her eyes. She was exhausted.

Without further ado, I asked. "Are you pregnant. Mila?"