The Alpha's Fated Mate Is an Outcast-Chapter 84

"What would you like the body to be done with?" the nurse asked, staring with such sympathy at Alexis whose eyes were heavily red and puffy from crying. "Would you like it cremated?"

Alexis peered off into space with a distant look on her face for a few seconds before she slowly shook her head. "No..."

"What would you like to do then?"

"I haven’t decided," she responded. "Can I...have a few days to think to myself? A week, if that’s okay?"

"Of course." The nurse comfortingly smiled at her. "You can take as much time as you need. This is your mother we are talking about, there is no rush alright?"

Alexis nodded at her and tried as hard as she could to force a smile. "Thank you."

The nurse stared at her and unable to help it, she grabbed her and pulled her into a hug, rubbing her hair gently. "I heard you...crying. And I just want you to know that I’m deeply sorry. Take care of yourself, I’ll see when you’re ready, okay?"

She pulled back and Alexis, who hadn’t expected that hug from her, smiled as widely as she could. Then she bowed to her out of respect and turned, leaving the hospital.

It was starting to rain a little bit and she didn’t exactly have an umbrella, so she flagged down a cab and got in to head off.

She meant it when she decided she was going to leave the Alpha’s mansion. Every part of her didn’t want to. Keelion was her mate, but she had to, because she had nothing there anymore, and most definitely not with Keelion any longer.

The mating mark had faded, the man didn’t want her as a mate anyway. She wasn’t in any way fit for him and she was not ready to sit and watch him own another woman—to let another woman own him.

Would he kiss Althea the way he kissed her? Touch her the way he touched her? Would he mark her, and even...let her mark him? That should have been her who would do it, because if anything Sereia was right—Keelion belonged to them.

But they couldn’t have him, not a man like him.

She truly had nothing. Not her own mate and not even her mother, the one person who’d always stuck by her.

"You...love him, Alexis?"

Alexis didn’t respond to Reia’s voice, nor looked at her. Instead, she focused on the beating rain against the window of the car.

"You’re hurting."

’Does it matter?’ she asked.

"Won’t you tell him at least? That you love him? Let’s see what happens."

’No. None of that matters. Maybe I don’t even love him, maybe, I’m feeling this way because he...’

"He what?"

’He...’

"You love him. I can feel it. You forget that I feel your emotions, kid. You love him, but I understand you’re afraid nothing will change even if you tell him. I understand you’re afraid because he probably doesn’t love you even if we’re his mate. And you have every right to feel this way. But maybe telling him wouldn’t be so bad. It’s really up to you. Though I don’t think you should keep those feelings to yourself or it’ll eat you up if he ever rejects us. Love is beautiful but it’s also a heavy curse, that’s why we wolves cannot feel it towards a mate because we are not the part of us that is in control."

Alexis didn’t disagree with her. If anything, she rubbed her chest, stifling down the sob that wanted to break from her.

"I think...I’ve been feeling this way for quite a long while now..."

"I know...I knew when it began. You just didn’t get it."

’How would you know...?’

"You’ve loved Keelion from the very first day you met him, actually. You just didn’t know it, but I did. The very second he didn’t kill you or even reject you—the moment he came to your home, stood up for you, got you out of there and gave your mother a healthy normal life that she needed, you loved him from then on. I know things ended this way, but...kid, you can never tell how he feels, not until you find out for yourself. He’s a complicated man and you know that."

’More reason to let it go.’

"I can’t say that he loves you, because I don’t know if he does, but if there is anything I know—it’s that he does care for you, deeply more than he has probably ever cared for anyone. I know he would do anything for you, that is as much as I can tell."

The cab stopped.

Alexis deeply exhaled and opened the door, getting out. Sereia hopped down after and she paid, proceeding to turn and stare at the convenience store where she worked.

"Aren’t you cold, Reia?"

"I’m fine, girl. Let’s get this over with, alright. You need a rest, especially after the hospital."

Alexis nodded and moved into the store. She approached the register and luckily for her, the manager who’d hired her was there. He was a middle-aged man, though quite older than her father, she could tell by his hair that a large amount of it was almost gray.

Their kind didn’t age any more body-wise or age-wise once they’d struck thirty, and the sign of aging could only be told by their hair. The more gray, the older. And grays never start until they’ve struck age one hundred and fifty. A half of two hundred.

This man was probably close to two hundred, but nothing except his hair color would ever change.

"Alex?" he raised a brow at her.

Alexis approached him and deeply bowed with a light smile. "Mr. Leph."

"Is something wrong, you haven’t been to work for a week now. I tried to reach you, but you weren’t answering."

She waved her hands at him with a fake-I’m okay-smile. "I just had some things going on with me, that is all. I had a lot to deal with."

"Are you any better now?" Mr. Leph asked. "Enough to come back to work?"

She shook her head at him. "Actually...I’m here to quit..."