Alpha’s Hybrid Cinderella
Chapter 128

Alita

I can't stop staring at Mateo and I notice he hasn't released his breath since he asked if I believe him. I slowly nod my head; I do believe him. The tingles, the sparks, his scent, and the overwhelming desire to be with him made it obvious. He is my mate.

I force myself to stand up. Mateo holds his arm out, helping to steady me.

I look down at Aamon who is watching me curiously. I'm overwhelmed by the emotions and tears threaten to fall down my face and in a choppy voice I ask, "What the hell is going on? You clearly aren't my mate."

His lips are pressed into a line, and he shakes his head and then suddenly a laugh slips from his lips. His eyes flicker back to me, and he says, "You were so innocent and naïve and so easy to brainwash, dear."

Shock rushes through me and I don't know how to respond. He shakes his head as he continues to chuckle and at this moment I realize that everyone has been telling the truth.

This man... I've lived with him for a year... I thought that I loved him and he betrayed me. He took me from my home! He impregnated me! He doesn't care about me!

I see red, and I lunge toward him with my arms out ready to strangle him. How dare he?

Veins start bulging in his face, he can't get me off of him because of the straitjacket, but someone wraps their arms around my waist and pulls me off.Read more at FindNovel.net

I scream and fight back with all my might as I cry out, "I'll kill you!"

Evan, the man who is supposed to be my dad says, "We still need him, Alita! He's the only one who can make your memories return."

I don't even care right now; I scream as I fight harder and Mateo and Peelle help bring me out of the room. Tears stream down my face especially when I see Aamon smirk at me as if he's taunting me for not killing him fast enough. Mateo says, "Hey, hey, calm down. I promise, we'll fix this and if you want to kill Aamon then by all means do it! But we need to try and fix this."

Tears pour down my face and I nod and ask, "Will you sleep with me tonight?"

He smiles, "I'd be honored to."

He holds my hand as we walk out of the cell, and I can hear my family members follow behind me. As we enter the pack house my mom, Claudia, says, "I'm going to call some of our family members. I'm sure you don't remember this, Alita, but I'm half elf. I have some healing qualities about me and so do the other women in our family. Maybe if we all worked together, we can get your memory back. If you're open to it?"

I nod my head, "Whatever you think will work. Thanks."

I turn around and head to the staircase. I can hear Mateo's footsteps behind me, and tears fill my eyes. Once we get to my room, I can't help but cry. He helps me get dressed for bed and puts me in one of his t-shirts.

I was so distraught by everything I didn't even think about the fact that he was seeing my naked, all I could focus on was the heavy grief in my heart.

It took one week for all of the relatives that Claudia called to come here.

Each one would spend time with me each day. We would listen to calm and sweet music while they held my hands and did their healing thing. Once a day we would all sit together, and they would all put their hands on me and work together. Slowly, little snippets of my life came coming back.

I remembered playing video games with Peelle, I remember Eda and the first time I met her, I remember taking my own blood, but I don't remember why.

Mateo is fantastic. He stays by my side through everything and if I ever ask him for time to myself, he doesn't hesitate to leave. He understands why I want to take things slow, and he never pressures me into doing anything. The furthest we have gone is kissing a little.

Evan and Osborn continue to try and get Aamon to talk, but it doesn't work and it's driving them crazy.

I don't know what we're going to do. I think at this rate we should just kill him and move on with our lives, but my family won't stand for it. They want me to have my memory back.

My baby is doing good, but I feel detached from it after learning the truth about it's father. I don't want to know the gender, I don't want to get excited about it. I just... I don't know how to feel anymore.

I lay down in my bed and I feel the baby kick. I breathe out as I place my hand on my stomach and the baby kicks my hand.

I breathe out, I want to feel happy, but I can't.

Mateo's voice fills the room, "You know, if you want to keep it that's fine. I will love you and your child and I will treat it like it's my own."

I nod slowly, "I know you would. This isn't about you. It's about me. Do I want to be tied to that lunatic for the rest of my life?"

"Even if you gave the baby up for adoption, wouldn't you still feel tied to Aamon?"

I press my lips together, he has a point. He lies in bed and spoons me, placing his hand on mine on top of my stomach. I breathe out, "Maybe I should keep it."

"What about finding out the gender? Maybe it would help you bond with it again?"

I nod my head, "I'll talk to the doctor at my appointment tomorrow."

He kisses the back of my head, "I love you, Alita."

His words make my heart flutter and I whisper back, "I love you, Mateo."

He rubs my stomach and we both drift off to sleep.