Second chance to Love

Issahil

“Mother of the Moon!”

I exclaimed in horror as I watched my grandfather’s most prized possession — an antique vase — hit the floor and shattered before I could save it. I was dead. I just knew it. Nothing could save me now. Tears welled my eyes and fear shook my whole being. What could I do? Oh! Why me? Why this?

“What happened?”

Another maid who had been cleaning his inner chamber came running. She halted as her eyes fell on the broken-beyond-repair vase on the floor, its shards were over the place.

“Issa, how did this happen?”

She whisper yelled.

“I…I don’t know.”

I struggled to talk amidst choking tears. My grandfather would kill me. I was done for. The rag I’d been using to clean were being wrung nervously. 

“The Alpha will have your head for this, Issa. You know him.”

“What do I do, Phena? I’m not ready for one of his punishments today.”

Phena stood and observed the situation. She hurried to lock the door.

“Let’s hope he doesn’t need to use his room soon.”

Grandfather had gone out. No one knew when he would be back, but I hoped not soon enough for him to see this. The more I thought of the situation, the more hopelessness and despair twisted my insides. I crumbled to the ground when my legs couldn’t carry my weight anymore. Fear had seized every part of my body and taken control. 

“Issa, stand up and let’s look for a solution to this.”

Phena felt pity for me but I was beginning to realize that even she couldn’t save me from this one.

“What solution, Phena?”

“Solution to this”

As if in a spell, my gaze followed the direction of her hands and when they fell on the broken shards, more tears blurred my vision and fell onto the just cleaned floor. Then I looked back at her.

“I am dead, Phena. I am truly dead. My grandfather’s been looking for a way to get rid of me, I have just provided him the right opportunity. He’ll get rid of me for sure, he’ll kill me Phena.”

The maid looked at me in helplessness and sympathy. It was no news that my grandfather, Elihas Morbelle, the stoic Alpha of Moonville pack hated me, Issahil Morbelle his granddaughter. He blamed me for a circumstance that was beyond my power.

“He might be hard, but you’re still his blood Issa, he can’t kill you.”

“You don’t know him.”

“I do know him. And we all know how creatively ruthless he can be with his punishments, but he’ll never do anything drastic to his own blood.”

I just stared at her. She would not understand. She would not understand how wicked Alpha Elihas could be. The man hated me. He loathed my very existence. Breaking his prized possession had given him the excuse to do with me whatever he’d always wanted to.

“Phena, you won’t understand.”

She stared at me for several seconds, then spoke.

“That may be true. But I certainly understand that sitting there and crying your eyes out will not proffer any solution. Stand up and be strong, Issa. Let’s try to find a way around this.”

I decided to do as she’d instructed. I had no solutions and she was providing one, even though I was yet to know how this would save me from whatever punishment my grandfather would have for me if he found out about this.