Mother!

Nima's burning desire to see her mother was like a relentless fire, consuming her from within. It had grown to be an obsession that she could no longer deny. She knew it was a dangerous undertaking to visit her mother, but the pain of not being able to be by her side had become unbearable. Under the concealment of night, she silently slipped away from the pack house, resolute to see her mother, even if it meant remaining in the shadows.

The night was cloaked in darkness, and the moon cast a dim silver glow over the world. Nima stood outside her childhood home, her heart pounding, torn between revealing herself to her grieving mother and the risk it posed. She watched as her mother sat alone, the burden of grief etched across her face.

Tears welled up in Nima's eyes as she observed her mother in silence. She longed to comfort her, to hold her and tell her that she was alive, but the weight of the secret she carried kept her hidden. To reveal herself would risk exposing the truth about her survival, and that would jeopardize her mission, and it might even endanger her mother's life.

As Nima observed, a group of her uncles arrived, their movements unsteady from the effects of alcohol. They were consumed by anger and bitterness, emotions that had festered over the years. The situation had turned unbearable for her mother as they began to hurl accusations at her.

"She's the reason for our misery!" one of her uncles slurred, pointing a trembling finger at her mother. "Her cursed existence brought bad luck upon us, and now she's the reason Nima is dead! She killed her daughter, the same way she killed her husband!"

Nima clenched her fists, her eyes brimming with tears. Her uncles had always harbored resentment and hatred toward her mother. Now, they used Nima's supposed death as an excuse to vent their frustrations, turning their anger into physical abuse.

"You're a jinx, woman! And you need to be eliminated! I even wonder where my brother saw a bad luck like you!" another uncle yelled, his voice filled with malice. He struck her mother with a vicious blow that sent her sprawling to the ground.

Nima's heart broke as she watched the scene unfold, her mother's cries of pain echoing in her ears. It was a heartbreaking display of cruelty and injustice. She had to remain hidden, as revealing herself would risk her mother's safety and expose her mission of revenge.

Hours passed, but it felt like an eternity as she bore witness to the brutality inflicted upon her mother. The uncles, fueled by alcohol and rage, continued their torment. Nima wiped her eyes, her gaze unwavering, her determination strengthening with every passing moment.

One of her uncles even wanted to have his way with her mother, thankfully, her mother was able to protect herself.

A vow etched into her heart, and it burned with the intensity of a thousand flames. She vowed to take revenge on all those who had hurt her family, to make those responsible pay for the suffering her mother endured. At that moment, she vowed to smile at Alex while she brings out his heart!

Revenge! That was all she could think about!

Unbeknownst to Nima, a shadowy figure had followed her from the pack house to her mother's place. Alex's guard, lurking in the darkness, had observed her every move. He knew that her actions might pose a threat to the pack, and his duty was to protect his Alpha's interests.

He brought out his phone and made a silent call, alerting his fellow guards.

As Nima cautiously returned to the pack house, her thoughts swirled with anger and determination. She was wholly unaware that a trap had been set, that an ambush awaited her. Suddenly, the night came alive with the presence of Alex's guards. They surrounded her, leaving her with no means of escape.

One of the guards, his face hidden in the darkness, stepped forward. His voice was cold and unyielding. "We've been tracking your every move, Nima. Your little escapade was a grave mistake."

Before she could even act, they bundled her, and led her through a dark tunnel.