Chapter 90 Something she should know
ANGELICA'S POV
“What you did just now can't be repeated. You won't tell me to do anything before telling me the consequences and what it would lead to for the other person,” I said to my powers as soon as we reached the hotel room.
There was silence in my head for some time, and I wondered if Cecilia even heard what I said or if she had shunned me.
I was about to speak again when I felt a little disturbance in my head again.
Why? We needed to show them their place and not question our capabilities, your father's capabilities, when he decided you would take over the throne. So what's the problem? Cecilia asked innocently.
I sighed.
Maybe it was because Cecilia wasn't exactly human, and that was why she didn't understand how precious life could be, or maybe because they had been dormant for too long, that they never caught on to my human side, that she spoke like this.
I opened my mouth to speak when I felt someone's presence behind me and turned around, only to come face to face with Alchemist.
He had a weird expression on his face, and it was hard to tell if he was angry about something.
Despite that, I thought telling about my experience was important, and that was exactly what I did.
“You are here. I need to tell you something. I was practicing the formation, just like you told me, when I felt someone's presence, and it was a witch. She was called—”
“Xyla,” Alchemist interrupted me, and I paused before bobbing my head up and down.
“How did you know?” I asked.
“Because I saw everything that happened there,” Alchemist said.
I finally understood why his face had that subtly angry look.
He saw everything. From my confrontation with the witch to the seventh formation, to almost killing one of the witches and making them all bow, and, most importantly, following Cecilia's orders blindly, he saw everything.
“Are you angry?” I asked after a drawn-out silence.
He didn't answer immediately.
He walked to the table and grabbed a glass of water before hovering his index finger in it.
“Drink it,” He said.
I furrowed my brows, not understanding the meaning, but complied nonetheless.
I took a sip of the water. However, as soon as I did that, I felt something moving inside me before I vomited the water.
My eyes widened in horror when I saw the color of my vomit. And no, it wasn't gross. It was dark blue, sparkling dark blue.
What the fuck? That was the first thing that came to mind, and I looked towards Alchemist for answers.
“Detoxification. There's a reason new witches aren't allowed to perform any formation without their teachers. If that blue water, the dirt of the magic, had stayed inside you, you would've succumbed to your powers' will within the next 72 hours, and nothing could've saved you after that. You would've basically become a puppet to them,” Alchemist explained.
I swallowed hard.
I was about to drink more of that water to see if I had more toxins left when he clicked his fingers, and the water disappeared from my hands.
“It's enough. We will practice that later. I won't say I am not exactly angry with you. But I understand you are still learning. It amazed me you still had the power to stop your powers from taking a life,” Alchemist said before he moved to the living room.
“Someone is here to meet you,” he said.
I narrowed my eyes.
Who was here to meet me? I wondered as I walked to the living room.
Seeing my mother standing there with tears in her eyes, the strong facade I had forced myself into started to crumble.
I averted my gaze, blinking my eyes furiously to shoo away the tears.
“Don't. Please. Angel. Look at your mom,” My mom said before cupping my face.
“We are so sorry, baby. I swore to protect you with my life when you were born, but I could not even give you the security to turn to me when you ran away from that pack. I am so sorry,” My mother held my hands between hers before crying, her tears breaking my heart.
I didn't know what to say. I wouldn't say it was okay because it wasn't.
But the reason I couldn't turn to them was…
“I was sad, Mom. And I didn't want to hear Ronaldo take their side, take Felicia’s side, and say I was indeed a spoiled brat who couldn't manage the divided attention. I didn't know if I could have borne it. That's why I asked Alchemist to help me,” I came clean nonetheless.
My mother nodded.
“I understand, baby. We met the alphas at the annual celebration. They thought when you ran away from the pack, you came to us, and that was why they hadn't been checking up on you, but that doesn't excuse how they treated you,” My mother said.
I chuckled. Her words made me laugh loudly before I distanced myself from her and wiped my cheeks.
“What a good excuse to not look for your mate. I am sure when Dad heard it, he thought I was being unreasonable by not letting anyone know where I was. Right?” I asked.
The silence I was met with was all the answer I needed, and I could not help but chuckle.
“Maybe it was for the best. I never belonged to the werewolf world anyway,” I said.
My mom immediately shook her head and held my hands again.
“Don't say things like that. It's Felicia. Something is wrong with her. If you don't trust me, ask Alchemist. He knows, too,” My mother said.
I looked at the mage who was standing there with a casual look.
I am sure he knew exactly what I wanted to ask. His green eyes drifted between my mother and me for a few seconds before he shrugged.
“Not my duty,” he said.
He was about to leave when I moved quickly and held his hand.
“Tell me the truth. Even if I don't return, I deserve to know,” I said.
The man looked at his hand before looking into my eyes.
“Something is indeed wrong. But what? I don't care about that. My duty is to you, Angel. And I would prefer to keep it that way. You are the only one I care about, Fuhrerin,” he whispered before tucking my hair behind my ears.
“What are you hiding from me?” I asked.
I didn't even know why I asked him that. Something about his gaze felt wrong, not in the way that he had bad intentions towards me, but in the way that he was hiding something from me, and it was eating him alive.
“Tell me, Alchemist. I know you only have the best for me in mind. But I would need to stay mentally prepared for what's coming next for me,” I said, holding his gaze with mine.
His gaze flickered between my eyes before he sighed and turned around.
“There's something you should know,” he whispered.
I nodded my head, ready to hear what he wanted to tell me.
“There was a reason none of James’ kids were left alive,” He said.
I froze in my place. For some reason, now I knew what he was going to say next would change my life forever.
“What do you mean by none of James' kids were left alive? James told me he needed me to surrogate the child because his wife was weak. Because she was a human,” My mother stepped forward and pulled me back to look at Alchemist.
Alchemist nodded his head.
“A woman who has been trying to conceive for more than a century would become weak in the end, won't she?” Alchemist asked us.
His words rang in my head. A century? How could a human even try to conceive for a century? It was practically impossible.
He said none of the kids were left alive. It only meant they were killed. My brothers and sisters were killed.
Why? By whom?
“How many are we talking about?” I asked, clenching my hand on my jacket to stop my fingers from trembling.
“Ninety-nine,” he said.
I stumbled back, my heart aching terribly.
It was almost as if I could suddenly feel the pain of my ninety-nine brothers and sisters who were killed.
A gasp left my mouth as I struggled to breathe.
“I am the hundredth,” I said, not liking how it sounded.
The man nodded.
“The chosen one,” he said, and I looked at him with wide eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks.
“What do you mean, the chosen one? Tell me what's going on?” Marlyn held Alchemist's collar in her hands, concerned for me.
“The demon king is after the kid's heart. One reason only. He needs a strong heart of the child of an angel to give it to his sons and bring him back to life,” Alchemist said.
“But if that's the case, why target me or my siblings? My father was a strong mage, and my mother was a human, right?” I asked.
Alchemist shook his head.
Tears welled in my eyes at the dark realization. They lied. My father lied to everyone.
My mother wasn't human but an angel. And the reason he needed Marlyn to be a surrogate was to keep me alive.
But now the Demon King probably knew, and he would come for me.