Chapter 88 Something was wrong
THIRD PERSON'S POV
Marlyn didn't waste a second in hiring a taxi to leave the council chambers. She did so, not before leaving with an angry remark at Dylan and Ericson that her daughter was cursed for real.
And now she knew exactly what it meant when she got mated with such unworthy alphas who couldn't take care of their mate and treated her like a liability and burden.
She also called out Ronaldo’s obsession with Felicia as unhealthy. If he wanted to care for her so badly and felt so guilty, maybe he should just live with her.
Her words had gotten some mixed reactions from the council members and the other alphas and Luna present at the event, but she couldn't care less about them.
Her daughter was missing, and nobody gave two damns about her. Nobody even bothered to inform her that she left. And here she was thinking Angelica was just adjusting to a new life.
The more she thought about how careless she had been as her mother, the angrier she became at herself.
So what if Angelica's father wasn't her husband? So what if the egg in her womb wasn't hers and she was just a surrogate? She carried her in her womb for 10 long months!
She was her daughter!
Tears welled in her eyes, which she wiped furiously. Spilling these tears would mean releasing emotions, but she didn't want to, not until she saw her daughter.
Dylan, though he hadn't moved from the event, walked to the garden and looked at the roses.
I do love blue roses; they remind me of your beautiful eyes, the ones that mesmerized me when we first met. You were so handsome that, for a second, I forgot I was mourning my breakup.
Angelica's words and the way she used to smile when she spoke to him made his heart clench in pain.
“Where are you, mi amor?” Dylan whispered before he got on his knees.
“I want to go and look for her. I don't know what's stopping me. Please give me the strength to look for my love, Moon Goddess,” Dylan said to the ground.
“What are you doing?” Ericson walked to Dylan.
Dylan looked up at his brother, furious.
“What does it have to do with you? You don't care about her? Between the two of us, she liked you more. She loved you more. Always rooting for you. Despite your recklessness, she always relented in you, and this is how you treat her?” Dylan raised his voice.
Ericson's gaze softened. He didn't know what was happening to him either. It was almost as if he were having some kind of inner battle.
One moment, he wanted to cross all limits, forget about everything, and just look for his mate, make love to her, and tell her how sorry he was, but the next moment, it felt like doing this would make things worse.
“I don't know what's happening, brother,” Ericson confessed.
Dylan chuckled darkly.
“Now you want to blame it on that, you bastard?! You are the one who stopped me from contacting her and confirming if she was there!” Dylan roared.
“If I am a bastard, you are too!” Ericson said, raising his voice, angry at himself because what Dylan said was indeed true.
“You!” Dylan raised his fist and punched Ericson square in the face.
Ericson stumbled back at the impact, tasting blood in his mouth.
“You don't believe me? Tell me, have you been stopping just because I said? It's because you didn't want to move either. You don't understand? I want to go too, but it's like something is stopping me, and I don't fucking know what that is!” Ericson confessed.
Dylan, who was holding his collar and was about to punch him again because he thought he was just spouting nonsense, paused his hand midair.
What Ericson said sounded like exactly what he was going through.
“Something is definitely wrong. It's almost as if someone is controlling my mind and body. My heart seeks our mate, but we still can't move,” Dylan confessed after some time.
They looked at each other, unsure how to find out about the truth.
Why was this happening? Should they share it with their sister? No. She just returned. She will get worried uselessly.
“Should we seek some kind of seer or witch to tell us what's going on? This doesn't sound like something a werewolf would understand,” Ericson asked Dylan.
The man didn't say anything for some time, his mind going over what Marlyn said before leaving.
Angelica was cursed to have them as her mates.
The memory of when Ericson slapped her, and she had that shocked and hurt look on her face, flashed through his eyes, and his heart ached with a sharp pang.
“Leave me alone,” Dylan said.
Ericson nodded and walked inside the halls.
“Where did you go? And where is Dylan? Don't tell me you are going to spoil my first event after I return because that brat is missing,” Felicia pouted her lips.
Ericson looked into his sister's eyes before nodding with a smile.
“No one will spoil this event for you. I'll ensure that. Don't worry," he said.
Though he smiled from the surface, something changed inside him.
It was a weird thought, but he was starting to recognize that his emotions were changing drastically whenever he was around Felicia, trying to appease her. It was almost as if she were affecting—no, scratch that—she were controlling his emotions.
Now that he recognized it, everything was fine before she arrived. She never had that kind of effect on them before. Was the person who returned really their sister? The doubt crept into his subconsciousness like a thorn he couldn't take his mind off.
Marlyn called Alchemist through the stone he had given her if she needed him.
She couldn't find another way to look for Angelica. She needed his help to locate her quickly.
“You called." The mage appeared in the hotel room she had checked into, and Marlyn broke into tears immediately.
“I can't find her, Alchemist. I can't find my daughter! She was supposed to be with them. I called but she never picked up. Please help me. Locate her." Marlyn got on her knees, consumed by guilt.
Alchemist looked at the woman who carried his master’s child in her womb for 10 months and felt a hint of sympathy for her.
“You want to see her?” He asked, his voice cold and unpredictable.
Marlyn looked up, shocked. She wiped her eyes quickly and bobbed her head up and down.
“You know where she is?” She asked, even though something told her the man knew.
“Hmm. Let me take you there. She might not want you to see her. So I'll let you look from afar,” Alchemist commented, and before Marlyn could agree or disagree, she felt a swoosh of wind around her.
It wasn't long before Marlyn found herself standing in a forest.
She looked around, confused.
“Why have you brought me here? Has my daughter been living in a forest? My poor child. How could she—?” The rest of the question got stuck in her throat when she looked at the scene before her eyes.
To say her eyes went wide would be an understatement.
She looked up at the sky where her daughter, who had been living like a human for so long, rose in the sky, like a pro mage.
“She is—”
“Claiming what belonged to her. The Black Coven’s powers,” Alchemist said.
“You thought she would be broken and crying, no? Well, she did that. She called me crying. It looked like she would collapse from all those emotions and pain. It was unbearable to look at her. But she collected herself. She wanted to make her father proud,” Alchemist said before he told Marlyn about everything.
He told her about every test, every bit of progress, and how she even killed Jarvin.
A shudder ran down Marlyn’s spine when she realized her daughter was reaching out to her powers. And it meant the distance between them was only increasing.
As happy as she was that Angelica chose her path, her motherly instincts didn't want her to keep looking for powers. She didn't want her to get hurt.
“Can you help me with one more thing?” Marlyn asked.
Alchemist arched his brows.
“For someone of not my species, you have quite a lot of favors to ask,” he commented, but agreed to listen to her nonetheless.
“It's Ronaldo, and Dylan and Ericson too. I think something is wrong with them. And it might be related to Felicia,” Marlyn said.