Why My Mate Cries
Chapter 64

ALIYAH’S POV

Two days had passed. I was at the point where I cried myself to sleep at night, and began waking up from the nightmare of how Samarra shot Reid with a silver bullet the next day. I felt my body weightless, my head empty, and my heart-wrenching every single minute of my life.

I was in total grief. At the same time, I had no choice but to serve my ‘family’ and the witch who killed my mate—that Samarra, who I started to observe whenever my mind stopped being fuzzy.

Apparently, she became Shawn’s fling. I didn’t know how she was able to get into this territory without getting attacked. As far as I recall, my father loathed witches more than he hated vampires and humans. He even ordered the warriors to kill every other creature who would dare enter this land. Now, I could not seem to understand why he let a witch live in this house who bluntly seduced Shawn, as if my brother didn’t have any reputation to protect.

I learned that Samarra wanted to become the Luna of the pack. My father and Shawn were completely into that idea and had been trying their best to win the approval of the other high ranks in the pack, which I found very strange. I knew they would never let a witch have a position in the council or become a Luna of the pack. So, there had to be a catch, as something did not sit right with what was happening in the house.

Sure, I could not trust my father and Shawn, but my gut feeling was telling me that Samarra was way more devious and untrustworthy compared to them.

“What are you frowning at, dog?”

I held my breath as she turned to me. For the past two days, I had been obeying all her demands even though she was a complete stranger and a killer to me. It included cooking for her and now brushing her long black hair like I was her servant. She was sitting in front of the vanity mirror, and I was standing up behind her holding a comb.

“I am not a dog,” I replied.

I didn’t know where I got the courage to act bravely towards her. Though I looked like someone who had given up on life from the outside, there was no doubt that I could feel the intense rage coursing through my veins from the inside. If only I could use this comb to attack her. However, I was aware that I wouldn’t have a chance against her power.

She laughed. “So you want to play brave again, huh? Would you like me to tell Shawn that you’re being rude to me? I bet he’d love to whip your back until it bleeds.”

My jaw locked at what she said. I swallowed the lump in my throat, and mustered the courage to ignore what I heard. I then shook my head, as that was the only thing I could do.

“You should know your place.” She raised her eyebrow and then looked back at the vanity mirror. “Do it fast and don’t waste my time!”

Sucking in a breath, I nodded my head, holding back the tears that were about to fall from my eyes. I had to be strong. My lips firmly closed, thinking it was the best thing I had to do in order to survive this hell of a house.

“Samarra?” I heard the familiar voice of my brother, and then it was followed by a knock on the open door.

The witch stood up, ran towards Shawn, and kissed him roughly on the lips. The sight of them disgusted me so I looked away. I was still wondering how Shawn fell for Samarra’s charm.

“I will be attending a pack meeting with dad. We might go home late today, so if you need something, just ask Aliyah to get it or do it for you,” he told her.

“That sounds fun!” Samarra shrieked in glee. “You’re going to tell them that we’re about to get married, right?”

My forehead creased when I heard of it. I looked back at them and noticed that Shawn froze for a bit as he stared down at Samarra, but then he nodded his head like a robot.

“I will, my love,” Shawn answered in a strange tone.

“That’s great!” Samarra jumped in delight and kissed him one more time.

When Shawn finally left, she turned around to face me. “What are you looking at?”

“What are you doing to my brother, Samarra?” I asked, completely puzzled and angry.

Her lips curled into a smirk. “Can’t you see that he’s smitten with me?”

“He hates witches…” I replied.

“Well, it looks like that has changed now. Shawn wants me to become his Luna.”

My eyes narrowed. Yes, he looked very smitten at her and was very decided to make her his Luna, but still, something didn’t make any sense to me. Breathing deeply, I realized I should no longer be bothered by whatever my gut instinct was telling me. I should not care about Shawn. He contributed to the reason Reid died in a hopeless battle…

“Fine,” I simply said in defeat. “I will go downstairs to cook your food.”

“Go ahead and make sure you don’t put poison in my food. I’ll have you eat it if you did,” she remarked warily.

Didn’t she realize that she was only giving me a suggestion? Sighing, I nodded my head and walked downstairs. I took a few steps toward the kitchen, and even though I didn’t want to cook for a killer, I was forced to do so.

While moving around the kitchen, I couldn’t help but recall those precious times I’ve spent with Reid in the main kitchen of our pack house. He, among all our pack mates, loved and appreciated all the food I cooked and recognized my skill in cooking more than the people around here.

Just one thought of him and my tears were pooling in my eyes again. It felt as though my grievance would be the longest phase I’d ever deal with, and I could hardly tell whether I could move on from it.

After cooking lunch for the witch, I went up to her room to serve her food, only to find her sleeping on the bed peacefully. I put the food on the side table next to her. As I looked at Samarra, I was consumed by the thought of killing her while she was asleep.

The way she shot Reid with a silver bullet replayed in my mind. I knew if I didn’t do anything right now to avenge his death, I’d regret it for the rest of my life…

With tears falling down my cheeks, I grabbed the bread knife on the tray and raised my hand that was holding it. Swallowing my saliva, I stared down at her neck. If I moved fast, she’d not be able to use her magic on me…

“This is for what you’ve done to Reid,” I uttered and didn’t hesitate to try to stab her neck.

However, before the knife could touch her neck, she opened her eyes and muttered something, which made me float in the air. I gasped as the pang of fear went through me. Another unfamiliar word came out of her mouth, and a powerful force pushed me to the wall that made me feel the tremendous pain and made me cough b***d.

“Why, why, why you haven’t learned a thing, dog?”

She stood up, raised her hand, and motioned it as if she was twisting something. I then screamed out loud when I felt my abdomen being twisted, and I cried so hard when I thought about how dangerous it could be for my baby.

“S—Samarra, no! Please, not my baby!”