Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 104

I nearly dropped the letter as I continued reading it; it was a letter from my birth mother, Elianna, to my adoptive mother. it was all here; every bit of truth about what happened the night I was born. It was Frederick that told the duke about Elianna giving birth to

me. It was Frederick that basically caused the manhunt for my birth father Robert and caused him to either die or run away.

I wasn't expecting the duke to forgive Elianna so easily though after she had an affair and a child with Robert. But he forgave her until she was sent my information and then she was never trusted again.

Considering the journal entries were no more and this seemed to be the last letter that I know about; there was no doubt in my mind that the duke had his wife killed because of my birth.

What hurt more than knowing about my actual past, was knowing that my adoptive mother knew about it. Everything was written out for her; I'm not sure when she received this letter, but she received it and read it. She knew the truth this entire time and she failed to tell me.

I couldn't help but wonder if my adoptive father knew.

The guards at the slave farm didn't know or else it would have been in my records. Then again, Frederick knew of my whereabouts and has been watching me for most of my life. So, he could have paid the guards off and deleted all those records.

I felt sick just thinking about it.

Something my birth mother had said that resonated with me was that I was always going to have a target on my back. I didn't realize how true that was until recently, but she was right.

It seemed like regardless of where I went, somebody was wanting to kill me.

I didn't know it's been like that since I was born though.

I suddenly found it difficult to breathe as I stumbled back onto my bed.

I couldn't believe this was happening to me and I didn't even have Marlon here to make things feel even remotely better. He had all her journal entries, so he only knows pieces of what happened, but I have the entire story in my hands. I wasn't sure what to do with this information.

"Deonna?"

I looked up to see Kamala standing in the doorway; her eyes were misty and a bit puffy. Her lip was quivering like she was about to burst into tears; her features were still ghostly pale and she was still sickly thin.

I sighed, feeling sad that she wasn't doing well and worried as to why.

I tucked the letter back into the envelope and motioned for her to sit with me on the bed.

"My wolf is dying," she whispered as she sat beside me. Her voice sounded strained and distant.

"Dying?" I asked, eyeing her carefully. I wasn't sure how it was possible for your wolf to die and your person to stay alive. "I don't understand."

"I can feel her getting weaker and weaker. She doesn't allow me to stay in the wolf form for long. Her voice is almost non-existent," she said, her biting her lip to keep from sobbing. "When I try to channel her, it's almost painful and drains me more." "What do you think is causing that?" I asked, eyeing her carefully.

She sniffled and wiped her face on the back of her sleeve.

"I don't know," she said weakly. "It's been since I broke the shield. I used light magic to break the dark spell that was placed around the shield. But I can feel this darkness lurking in me. Like the dark magic was somehow transported into my body and it's taking

over."

"You don't feel like yourself," I said softly; it wasn't a question.

I knew something was going on with her and I knew something different was happening on her insides. She wasn't the same and her eyes we are almost unfamiliar. But now that she was mentioning it, I was making sense that it was the dark magic that shielded the castle.

Perhaps she used the light magic to break the shield, but that dark magic that was there needed to be rehomed. Perhaps that dark magic needed a new vessel and chose the one that was drained of the light magic.

"When you used that light magic to break the shield," I began. "Do you think the dark magic can take its place? Because it needed a vessel and considering you were draining yourself of the light magic, maybe this dark magic found the opportunity to take over."" Her eyes widened as she processed my words.

"So, you think the light magic Nyx had placed in me was limited. Once I used it, I was drained of it?" She asked.

I shrugged.

"It's the only thing that makes sense," I told her. "You started getting weak and losing control after the shield was broken. You couldn't unlatch yourself, maybe because that dark magic was latching onto you somehow. It couldn't detach itself until Bob interfered." "How could the moon goddess want me to do something so dangerous like that?" Kamala breathed, more tears falling from her eyes.

I didn't have an answer for her; I was still wondering the same thing. It didn't make sense for Nyx to want to cause harm to Kamala. She must have known something like this was going to happen.

"The light magic that Nyx originally gave you, do you feel it at all?" I asked.

She was silent for a moment as she felt the magic deep within her; she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. I waited patiently for her to answer; she opened her eyes and grimaced as she met my eyes. "No," she whispered. "It's just darkness and if I try to channel anything else it's almost painful."

I sighed, sadly, as I wrapped my arms around her. Pulling her close to me to hug her. I hated that this was happening to her; she didn't deserve this. I could only imagine what she must be feeling. "What's going to happen to me?" She asked, her words laying this between us.

I didn't have an answer for her because I wasn't sure myself. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, and I feared the worse.

"I don't know," I whispered back. "But whatever it is, we are going to figure it out together," I assured her.

She blinked away some of her remaining tears.

"What if I lose myself altogether?" she asked. "Once my wolf dies, what's left of me?"

"Kamala, there's so much more to you than your wolf. You will still be you," I promised her. "Your light might be dim, but it won't go out completely. I won't let it."

She sighed as she stared down at her lap, playing with her fingers almost nervously.

"I fear that it will go out completely. I fear that there's nothing neither of us is going to be able to do," she said gently.

"Let's get some rest for tonight. We'll get Mateo tomorrow and hope and pray that we hear from Bob and Marlon. Once we are all together again, we will figure it out. I promise."