Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 102

glad that Kamala was nearby and didn't stay behind to fight alongside Bob.

The forest was seen nearby; I could hear the distant commotion of the trial from behind us. Marlon's army did a decent job of keeping them from chasing after us. Most of them probably didn't realize we had left the area and were running towards freedom. I was As much as we both wanted to run back and help our mates fight in this battle, we knew it wasn't in the best interest of our survival. I needed to get back to Mateo and make sure he was safe. I needed to make sure this unborn child was also safe. Something was going on with Kamala that I couldn't figure out. She was more worn out since she broke the shield around the castle. She was more tired and there was something in her eyes that I couldn't shake. Like somehow this "light" magic had taken over her and had changed her somehow.

She doesn't want to admit that something is wrong and that she feels off, but I've known her for a very long time. Even though there was a gap in the time spent together, I still know her better than almost anybody. I knew when she wasn't herself and she definitely was not herself.

Even her wolf form seemed different; her fur used to be as black as the night. But now it had traces of a light brown that wasn't there before. She doesn't see the difference, but I can.

She told me that she had a dream about the goddess, Nyx, and how she wanted Kamala to use this hidden power to break the shield. But why would Nyx want something so terrible to happen to Kamala. It nearly took her life; if Bob hadn't intervened when he did, there's no telling what could have happened. She could have died, and I would have felt to blame for putting her in such a position.

I still felt to blame for a lot of what was happening. As much as I loved Mateo and this unborn child, I couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like if I hadn't come to the Roessler manor, to begin with. What if someone else had picked the short straw and I was sent somewhere else.

Marlon said we are fated mates and that it would have happened regardless; we would have found each other one way or another because it's been fated from the beginning. But I couldn't help but wonder if we were only fated mates because I was brought here. I wasn't familiar with how that worked. Would we still be mated if I hadn't come here at all?

Once we reached the forest, the shouting and the gunshots from the trial were hardly heard. I was relieved that it looked like we were getting out scratch-free. But I still worried terribly for the others. I turned back slightly to make sure Kamala was still following; she had slowed down a bunch and she looked even more exhausted than she had before.

Even her fur was starting to look pale.

"Kamala?" I said through our wolf speak.

She glanced over at me and something I didn't recognize flashed through her eyes.

"Are you okay?" I asked, slowing down to meet her pace. "We have to keep going."

"I know," she said, breathlessly. "I'm fine."

I didn't believe her though; there was something in her tone that didn't sit right with me.

"Kamala, if you aren't okay..." I tried to say, but she revealed her teeth and the growl that roamed deep in her throat.

"I said I'm fine!" She growled as she picked up speed and started running ahead of me.

Something was definitely wrong, and I was worried for my friend.

I picked up speed as well and we continued running until the faint lighting of the village came into view. I'm not sure how long we were running, but we were running quickly, and the village was nearing fast.

As we reached the streets of the village, we stood under the flickering streetlight; the moon was at the peak of the sky. I felt the strength of the wolf radiating around me; her powers were growing stronger than ever. The full moon was certainly doing its magic and I wondered if that was Nyx's magic and what her intentions actually were.

I worried that maybe they weren't as pure as we all initially thought.

I was surprised that Kamala was turning back into her human form instead of staying in her wolf form. This was the one night of the month that we were at our full strength, and we weren't used to something like this still. We've spent most of our lives locked up and unable to use our wolves and now that we had the chance, she was backing away from it.

Something wasn't right.

"Kamala?" I asked, staring at her; her features were much paler than they had been before, and it almost seemed as if she lost weight since the trial.

"I'm okay," she said again, walking away from me and towards our cottage.

As she walked, I noticed she had a small limp to her and her breathing was heavier than usual.

I followed closely behind; we agreed that we would get Mateo in the morning considering it was really late and he was most likely sleeping.

The cottage was exactly how we left it, which was a relief knowing that no one broke in and stole anything. As much as I loved living at the manor with my mate, it was nice being back at the home where it all started. Though, now that I knew the truth about my past, the fact that I was actually a duchess and meant to live in North-Valley, this place started looking different to me.

I know that Marlon had said that there was no record of me at the orphanage, so they didn't know my true identity, but I couldn't help but wonder if somehow my parents knew the truth. I would hate to think that they had lied to me all these years.

Kamala went straight to her room and shut the door. She had never shut me out like this before and I was so worried about her. I thought maybe if I waited for it till morning and then maybe she would talk to me. But I figured I wasn't going to get a genuine answer from her right now.

I pushed open the door to my room, which was once my parent's room. I sat on my bed for a little while, trying to process everything that was happening. I tried to link Marlon a couple of times, but the link wasn't going through.

I had a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach as I thought about everything that could have happened to him. I also tried to link Bob, but I was also not getting through to him. I sucked in a deep breath, trying not to let it bother me. I had to push the thought out of my mind if I wanted to make it to tomorrow; I needed to stay strong for Mateo and this unborn child.

My stomach was getting rapidly bigger as time went on; at the thought of this child, I could feel the light kicking against my stomach and it made it smile.

I glanced up and noticed that my parent's closet door was open; I didn't remember opening it. I frowned and stood from the bed, making my way towards the closet door cautiously.

I didn't sense anybody here; there was no scent or presence. I opened the closet door a little bit more and jumped back instantly when a box fell from the top shelf.

I had never seen this box before but was told from a couple of objects on the top of the box, that it looked like it belonged to my mother. There were a couple of pictures of her and my father, not to mention a bunch of pictures of me. There were some of her belongings, like scarves, hats, some jewelry, old perfume, and some shoes.

As I dug through the box, I couldn't help but wonder why I hadn't seen this before.

I reached a white envelope toward the bottom of the box and pulled it free. Frowning at the unfamiliar writing on the top of the envelope; it had my mother's name on it.

It was already open, which meant my mother had already read it. I slipped the paper out of the envelope and scanned the writing until I reached the bottom signature and gasped. I nearly dropped it as I stumbled backward. It was a letter from my birth mother.