Why My Mate Cries
Chapter 63

ALIYAH’S POV

I’ve always felt that fate was trying to f**k my life over and over again. My emotions were all over the place. There were many questions whirling around my head that remained unanswered.

Why did it have to end this way?

Why did the Moon Goddess let it all happen?

Why was it always me who needed to suffer?

I’ve spent so much time crying in the attic. My heart and soul were ripping apart at the thought that Reid was already dead. A big part of me was hoping that he was still alive after what the rogue witch had done to him, but a voice in my head kept whispering that no werewolf could survive a silver bullet inside his body.

Shawn made it clear. That rogue witch used a werewolf’s weakness to knock Reid down and kill him, and I wasn’t able to do anything to help him at all.

I just sat inside the Wrangler, and watched… watched how the rogue witch killed him mercilessly.

And now I feel like dying as well. I could never accept that my mate had died because of me… I could never forgive myself for not doing anything to save him…

“Reid, please be alive…” A soft whimper escaped my throat as I embraced my knees and buried my head on them. With tears falling down my face endlessly, all I felt was sheer emptiness. “Please… please, this isn’t true…”

My head only lifted when the door swung open again. This time, it was my father who entered the attic wearing a contempt and disgust look on his face.

“Happy to be home again?” he asked in his usual cold yet terrifying voice.

“No,” I replied.

He leered. “Oh, come on, Aliyah. You should be glad your family took you back.”

“Family?”

I caught the disgust in my tone. He never treated me fairly ever since I was born into this world. I was four when he told straight in my face that he hated me; that he always wished me gone for I was the reason why my mother died. Then, a year after that, he and Shawn started to enslave me without any remorse. They made me feel unwanted. They never loved me, not even once.

Right now, here he was, mentioning a family that didn’t exist.

“I don’t exactly feel the family in this house,” I continued, every word dripping with anger.

“Neither do I in you,” he countered as he clicked his tongue. “It’s your damn fault that Lena died. You have no right to be happy.” He shook his head and added, “The least thing you could do is pay for what you’ve done. Your life should be devoted to us, not to anyone else.”

I looked at him in disbelief. “Is that the reason why you sent a witch to attack us?”

“What do you think?” He crouched in front of me, and then tilted his head. “I heard from Shawn that your mate died. Now you know how it feels, Aliyah. Do you feel like dying?”

I gasped. Hot tears pooled in my eyes as I looked at him in anger. I could feel my heart being wrenched, making me unable to breathe.

“Do you feel like a big part of you is being ripped apart?”

“Stop it, dad…”

“Answer me!” he shouted in my face. “Do you feel like your life has turned upside down? Because that’s exactly how I felt when Lena died because of you!”

“No!” I sobbed heavily and covered my ears with my hands. “I don’t want to hear it. Please, stop…”

He then laughed out loud. His eyes reddened in both pain and satisfaction. It was like he was on the verge of breaking down because of the pain he felt when mom died, and at the same time, he was satisfied to see me getting so overwhelmed and devastated because of what they did to Reid.

I felt everything he asked me… I damn felt it.

It was so excruciating that I wished it wasn’t real.

“Keep this in your mind, shithead.” He grabbed my chin as he growled. “You’re the reason your mother and mate died. Do not forget it.”

I wailed in despair. I clutched my chest as it felt like it was going to explode at any moment. The contentment in my father’s eyes was so evident that it added to the grief that consumed me. After saying those words that completely shattered my soul into dust, he then stood up, told me to go downstairs as I needed to serve them dinner, and then finally went out.

“Why…” I whimpered, fisting my hand. “Why?!” I screamed in hopelessness.

***

All those tears that fell down my cheeks had gone dry. My body felt so numb, weak, empty, but I knew I had to start moving. I had to start doing what I used to do for this household. Otherwise, my father would whip me.

Walking downstairs, all I could think about was Reid. All those memories I’ve shared with him were the ones that completed my life. I wished I had told him how much I loved him before it got too late.

Loud m***s and giggles filled the living room as I went down.

“You’re the best, Shawn…”

I stiffened when I heard the familiar voice of a woman. It was the voice that sent chills down my spine, and made me recall everything that happened when we left the assembly.

I turned to the people making out on the couch.

My eyes widened when I saw the rogue witch who killed Reid. She was sitting on Shawn’s lap as they made out. Even though she wasn’t facing me, her body frame, voice, and black long hair were enough for me to recognize her. Every single minute, I was haunted by her entire appearance and so, I wouldn’t forget her.

My fury rekindled all of a sudden.

“Y—You!” I screamed, and that made them stop what they were doing.

Both of them look at me. Shawn growled, and shot me a glare, but my gaze did not leave the rogue witch who leered at me without any guilt.

“You are that rogue!”

She stood up, faced me, and said, “It’s nice to meet you again, Aliyah. My name is Samarra, and yes, I am that witch who killed your mate.”

Samarra.

I hate her.

She killed my mate!

“How dare you!” I screeched.

I didn’t think twice and shifted into my wolf form. I ran to attack her; to bite her neck with my own teeth and tear her apart. I growled and was about to jump on her, but with just one wave of her hand, I just felt a powerful force that pushed me so I ended up falling to the floor. I felt my arm cracking because of what she did, and all I could do was howl.

Coming to my senses from the shock, I glanced up at her. Her eyes looked so cold and ruthless. Anyone who would look at her would shiver the same way I did as we locked our gaze.

“Well, look what you made me do,” she said.

“How could you…” I trailed off in my faint voice, and then my tears fell down once again.

She offered me a sweet smile. “Try to attack me one more time, and I will use a spell to curse you, dog.”