Why My Mate Cries
Chapter 68

ALIYAH’S POV

My hand formed a fist. I could feel the rage burning inside my chest. It was so extreme, and it made me desperate to shift, fight her, and win.

Why did she have to include Reid’s name in this conversation? How dare she speak his name like she never did anything wrong with the man I loved?

I clearly remembered how she killed him… and yet there was no remorse in her eyes. All I could see in her was pure evil, and she was hungry for a fight.

Biting my lower l*p, I wished that I could lean into my wolf side. I hoped I was powerful enough to seek revenge for what she did, and that I wouldn’t force myself to be submissive to her. But here I was, sucking it all in. This whole thing caught me off guard.

“You better stop ruining my mood, Aliyah.” She shot me a deadly glare as her eyes narrowed. “Let’s go!”

She stormed out of the boutique like a spoiled teenager. I turned to the cashier, who seemed to have awakened when Samarra left. Guilt washed over me. Her actions were usual, a reminder that she could not remember what that witch did a while ago.

“May I help you, Miss?” the cashier politely asked.

I just smiled at her, but it didn’t reach my ears. Even if I told her what happened, she might only think I was crazy and making up stories. I had to be careful in everything I did, as Samarra could kill me if she got furious.

Shaking my head, I told the cashier to have a good day and then finally went out to follow Samarra, who then entered another boutique. This time, it was a boutique for elegant wedding dresses that totally changed her mood in a flash.

All I could do was sigh, imagining that she would do the same thing she did back at the first boutique we visited. I was like a slave to a teenager who picked whatever might please her. If the situation had been different, I may have enjoyed spending time with her. But every time I looked at her eyes, the scene where she killed my mate kept flashing in my mind, making me want to stab her.

The scent of the lovely fabric softener and the sweet perfume of the dresses lingered in my nostrils. Suddenly, I remembered the excitement we had during the preparation we had for my unification with Reid. It was one of the memories that brought happiness to me.

I walked to one of the elegant wedding dresses. As I touched its shimmering beads, my eyes went teary, recalling the sincerest vow I heard that day of unification. Reid was the most genuine man I’ve ever known, and I still could hardly process that he had already left me in this world.

“Hey, I’m going to fit into these dresses. Stay here!”

My thoughts were ripped out upon hearing Samarra’s high-pitched voice. I blinked my tears away and then turned around to face her. She was holding three beautiful wedding dresses, which I looked at in a daze.

“T—Those seem expensive,” I uttered softly.

“Who cares about the prices?” She rolled her eyes. “Stay here. I’ll be back.”

I nodded and watched her proceed to the fitting room. I could only shake my head because of her disgusting behaviour. Not only was she a killer, she was also a thief who was only brazen because she could use her magic to manipulate and outsmart everyone.

My attention was diverted to the exit door. All of a sudden, I felt the urge to escape from her. I knew it was my wolf trying to convince me to run away from the witch while I had the chance. My lips tightened, my hands fisted, and I glanced at the fitting room.

It would take a few minutes for Samarra to fit one dress, and since she brought too many with her, it meant I had more time to leave this place and escape from her. My heart raced fast as I contemplated. Any abrupt decision could lead me and the baby to danger. I looked at the exit door once again. I knew that if Reid was with me, he’d force me to run.

I drew in a breath. My stomach was beginning to sink because of my anxiety. In the end, I chose to escape from Samarra, and so, I sprinted to the exit door and ran away as fast as I could.

Running, I could not help but check over my shoulders to see if Samarra was following me, but even her shadow wasn’t visible among the crowd in the market. However, I couldn’t be nonchalant about the situation. I ran as fast as I could. I had no time to waste, as if the witch found me, I would be doomed.

I didn’t even mind even though I was already bumping into the shoulders of the other shifters. The only thing that whirled around my head was to get away; to go back home.

Mud was splashing on my legs and skirt as I continued to run. Seconds later, I gasped, feeling the cold and dripping rain against my skin as it slowly made my body soaking wet.

“Are you blind? Look at your f*****g way, child!”

“I—I apologize!”

I didn’t exactly know where to go. Thanks to my father, who caged me at the house for years, reason I wasn’t familiar with this place. Confused and out of breath, I let my feet decide which way to go, and that was to exit the market and cross the road so I could run into the woods.

The heavy rain started to blur my vision, which I didn’t see that there was a motorcycle driving on the same road where I crossed. Before I even realized it, I heard a booming, loud beep, which made me fall to the muddy, wet ground.

It felt as though my heart had stopped beating. I froze, completely terrified that the motorcycle could have hit me if the werewolf who was navigating it wasn’t fast enough to hit the break.

Shuddering in both fear and adrenaline rush, I forced my body to stand up, reminding myself that there was a witch who was probably looking for me now.

“Hey, are you alright?” said the man in a gravelly and appealing voice.

I looked up and saw a godlike man who had a perfect nose, jaw line, bright blue eyes, thin lips, and messy blonde hair that looked so attractive even if it was damp. For a brief moment, I was stunned by his looks. But my wolf seemed to have her own way of making me realize that I needed to run away, and so I went into an instant panic and decided to run.

However, the man grabbed me by the arm.

“L—Let me go!” I snarled.

“Not when your knees are bleeding,” he said in a hard tone.

His eyes dropped to my knees. I followed his gaze and realized that I’d gotten some wounds when I fell to the ground after almost getting hit by his motorcycle.

“I—I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not, miss.”

Hot tears escaped my eyes. I tried to remove his hand from my arm, but he only gripped it tight.

“Please, I—I’m in trouble. If she finds me, she will k—kill me…” I begged, my legs getting weaker because of the fear sucking the small amount of energy remaining in my body.

His brows furrowed at what I said. Seconds later, he said firmly, “Then let me help you.”