Chapter 29 Alone And Forgotten

Chapter 29 Alone And Forgotten


Chapter 29 : Alone and Forgotten

I woke to the sound of birds outside, but the usual warmth of the house felt gone. The sunlight spilled across the floor, but it didn’t reach me. I hugged myself, shivering, not from cold, but from the heavy emptiness that filled the room.

I glanced around, expecting someone—maybe a maid, maybe even a warrior—but there was no one. The room was quiet, too quiet. My stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten yet.

I hesitated. Normally, the maids would bring breakfast. They would knock softly, bow, and set it before me. And the warriors would at least glance my way, a nod, a look of caution if nothing else. But today… nothing.

I swallowed hard, fear rising like a cold wave. Where is everyone?

I tried calling out softly, “Hello? Anyone?”

No answer. Only silence.

I wrapped my arms around myself, walking slowly toward the door. Each step felt heavier than the last. I didn’t want to believe it, but the truth was creeping into my heart. They were avoiding me.

It hit me like a sharp knife. Not a single one of them—no maids, no warriors—had come near me. They were pretending all along, showing respect and care only because Ronan was here. Only because he made them behave. Now that he was gone… they didn’t care.

I bit my lip, trying not to cry. My hands shook. I felt small, invisible, worthless.

I crept toward the kitchen, my bare feet making soft sounds on the floor. Normally, I would never dare enter the kitchen alone. The maids would glare if I stepped in. But today, the kitchen was my only option. I had to eat. I had to survive.

When I pushed open the door, my heart sank further. The maids were busy—but not for me. They moved around briskly, whispering to each other, glancing at me with barely hidden annoyance. Their eyes said it all: Why are you even here? This is not your place.

I stepped back, my stomach twisting. “I… I just need some herbs… just a little food…” I whispered, my voice almost breaking.

One maid looked at me, her lips curling into a tiny smirk. “You have no right to order anyone anymore,” she said coldly. “We have work to do. Go away.”

I froze, my hands trembling. I wanted to beg, but the words stuck in my throat. I swallowed hard. “Please… I… I’m hungry. I need something…”

Her eyes narrowed, but finally, with a sigh, she turned away, muttering something about Ronan’s rules and Calyra’s orders. I knew it then. Calyra had given the order. She was behind this. She had turned everyone against me, made sure no one would help me.

I forced myself forward, going deeper into the kitchen. My stomach growled painfully. I had no choice—I had to prepare something for myself. Every movement felt heavy. Every step reminded me how alone I truly was.

I looked around at the pots and ingredients, unsure what to do. My hands shook as I tried to make sense of it. Even something as simple as boiling water felt impossible. I wanted to cry. My body ached, my mind screamed. Why does no one care? Why has everyone turned on me?

I caught the glance of a warrior walking past the doorway. Normally, he would have stopped me, or at least asked if I was alright. But today, he just stared, then walked on. Not a single word, not a single gesture. My chest tightened.

I felt tears burning my eyes, hot and heavy. I wanted to scream, to cry out to Ronan, to anyone. But he was gone. He was away with the other alphas, leaving me in a house that was suddenly cold, harsh, and empty.

I grabbed a pot, filled it with water, and tried to focus on cooking. But my hands kept trembling. Every noise in the kitchen felt too loud. Every movement of the maids felt like a reminder that I was alone, unwanted, and invisible.

I forced myself to sit on the floor for a moment, hugging my knees. My stomach growled again. My child inside me was moving, tiny and fragile, unaware of the danger around it. My heart ached with a mixture of fear and guilt. How am I supposed to survive here? How am I supposed to protect this little life when everyone hates me?

The maids whispered to each other, laughing quietly. I could hear the faint smile in their voices, the hidden joy of someone else’s suffering. I felt a cold wave of anger and helplessness at the same time. I hated them. I hated that they had been pretending all this time. I hated that Calyra had the power to make everyone betray me so easily.

I stood up, forcing myself to move. I had to eat. I had to stay alive. My hands were shaking, my heart pounding, but I pushed forward, preparing something small for myself. Boiling the water, mixing the herbs—it was all slow, deliberate, almost like I was trying to ground myself in a world that had suddenly gone cruel and cold.

I whispered to myself, barely audible: “I will survive. I have to. I will protect my baby. I don’t care what they think. I don’t care what they do. I… I will survive.”

And as I ate, quietly, on the cold kitchen floor, I realized the depth of my loneliness. I realized that Ronan’s absence had stripped away all the pretenses. Everyone had only been kind because of him. And now… I was alone. Truly, completely alone.

But I also realized something else. I was stronger than I thought. I was determined. And even if Calyra, even if everyone, even if the whole pack turned against me… I would not give up. Not for myself. Not for my child.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The tears burned my eyes, but I refused to let them fall again. I would survive. I had to.

And with that thought, I finished my small meal, silently promising myself that no one—not Calyra, not the maids, not the warriors—would ever make me feel invisible again.