Chapter 62 Birth
ANGELICA'S POV
“She is looking so cute while sleeping. I still can't believe she came out of such a situation.”
“I know. But, sweetheart, are you ready to tell her the truth? It still hurts me when I think about it.”
“It's okay, Ronaldo. This day was supposed to come sooner or later. We should face it now that she is a little calmer than before. I can't bear the thought of losing her.”
The people around me were talking.
I recognised these voices. They belonged to my mother and stepfather.
Does it mean I was with them? Has Coral dropped me? But why was it so hard to open my eyes, like I was on some kind of drug?
I was pretty fine when he took me out of that location.
“Mmm,” A groan left my mouth, and everything around me went silent.
“She is waking up,” My stepfather said.
I could smell my mother's scent near me. It was as if she were standing right by me.
“Angelica, sweetheart,” my mom's soft voice dripped like honey into my parched mouth.
The haze of heaviness started clearing from my head, and I blinked my eyes softly, wincing a little at the light.
However, I didn't have to suffer for long.
My mother placed her hand before me, shielding my eyes from the piercing light until my pupils adjusted.
“Mom,” I whispered as soon as I saw her, tears welling in my eyes at the nightmare I went through.
My mother immediately shushed me and hugged me, pulling me closer to herself.
“Sshh, it's over,” she whispered, patting my back.
I shook my head. It wasn't over. It won't be over until I know the truth about what was happening.
My stepfather was a werewolf, too. An alpha? All this time, I thought I had a mafia background, and that was the reason my dad and his people trained so much and even helped me learn combat.
And my mom, was she a werewolf too?
Didn't she say she found her soulmate in my stepfather? Did it mean they were mates?
If yes, why did she get together with my dad? Was he even human? I wondered as I remembered the dream I had before Coral came to take me.
“I know you are waiting for answers, baby. Come to the living room. Let's talk,” Ronaldo, my stepfather, said, and my mom kissed my forehead before nodding and telling me everything was okay.
She left me to get ready for the truth.
After taking a quick shower, I dressed into the clothes already prepared on the bed and walked out, pulling on my t-shirt nervously.
“So…” I trailed off.
“Let’s keep it simple. Little by little, we will uncover everything, okay?” my stepfather asked, and I nodded in understanding.
“It's true that I am a werewolf. The Python symbol you believed was our gang symbol is our pack symbol. It stands for Moon Poison Pack,” my stepfather said, and I looked at my father, who didn't meet my gaze.
Then my stepfather told me my mother was his mate and they had always been in love.
My father wasn't a werewolf. He was actually a strong witch. He used to have an heir, but that child was killed in an interspecies war.
My stepfather was indebted to my father because my father apparently helped him during the interspecies war and saved him.
Our ancestors were good friends, too.
That was the reason my biological father, James, asked my mom if she could give birth to his heir.
It was immoral because my mom was mated to my stepfather, but James said he wouldn't engage in any off activities to help her conceive.
He used his magic to put the baby in her womb from my biological mother's womb, a human.
Since the chances of my survival were very low, as my mother was a human who couldn't bear such strong genes of a witch, I was transferred to Mom Marilyn's womb, a werewolf. They had little to no hope in me.
However, with the clan leader dying, it was impossible for my father to have an heir, and this was his last try.
Then I was born, but my father could only hold me for some time before he died due to his illness.
Before leaving, he left a man who looked like him and was a human to cater to me and make me believe he was my father, so that I would stay away from any witch powers.
My biological mother had died in a conspiracy, and technically, both my biological parents were dead.
My mother's werewolf blood that was running in my veins kept my so-called witch powers controlled for so long.
However, things were uncertain for the future.
Everything was messed up.
Things were starting to make sense and not make any sense at the same time.
Was that the reason behind those sudden heat episodes and my father's words? That things would make sense slowly, and I needed to accept everything with patience?
I looked at my mother, who had tears in her eyes, and I felt a pang in my heart.
I could see the fear in her eyes. The fear of losing me. That I would leave her because she wasn't my mother.
I took a deep breath.
“It's a lot to take in,” I confessed.
I didn't want to sugarcoat my words. I didn't have it in me.
I was having a pretty normal life apart from that stalker until the graduation party, when everything suddenly turned upside down.
I met two werewolves who claimed to be my mates. It turned out that the family I thought was related to the mafia was werewolves, too. And if that wasn't enough, my real dad was probably a strong witch.
And wait.
Did I have the blood of a werewolf, the locked powers of a strong witch, and the body of a human?
What did that even make me?
“Baby…” My mom stared, standing and walking towards me.
However, I stepped back from her before her hand could touch me.
Hurt was evident on her face, but the shooting pain in my head was too much for me to take.
“I am a monster,” I whispered.
It wasn't a question. It came out like a statement.
“No! Why would you say something like that?” Marlyn, my mom, asked.
I shook my head.
“I am a mixture of so many species. There's no way I am normal. Maybe that's why I keep attracting trouble,” I said.
I stepped back from my father, who tried to approach me.
“Don't come near me. I ruined your life. You didn't have a baby because of me, but I am only trouble for you,” I said.
I was about to turn and leave when, for the first time in my life, my mom used her supernatural power before me and held my hand.
“You are not a monster, baby. You are my daughter. So what if you have a little power and a little sass inside you that you probably got from me? You are still mine,” my mom said as she hugged me tightly to stop me from moving.
“Please. Don't leave. I can't lose you,” My mom nearly begged, and a whimper left my mouth.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I hugged her back.
“Hey, I am a part of the family too. Now you know that I am your dad,” Ronaldo said, and I chuckled through the tears when he tried to push between my mom and me.
“It's very confusing,” I whispered.
“I know, baby. It will take time. You can't accept everything immediately. Be patient,” Ronaldo said, my father's exact words, and I was about to tell him about my dream when I felt it.
My body went rigid.
Even after everything, no matter what condition I was in, I would smell them in any situation and feel them, even if I was burdened with overwhelm.
“Who called them?” I asked my mom, stepping back in disbelief.
I rushed out of the house without a second thought, walking past them.
“Mi Amore,”
“Mi Vida,”
They called me together, but I didn't stop.
I didn’t have it in me to face them.