The moment when I saw my baby ripped to shreds on the boarder of the Redbridge pack was the moment that my life had taken a whole new direction. I couldn't even tell if it was a baby. It was a pile of blood, flesh and limbs scattered on the edge. It looked like he was mauled by a wolf. I didn't need to any confirmation from my wolf. My senses smelt that was his body. My baby, my last connection with Kieron flashed before me.
I could remember the burn of my throat, I think I was screaming. I know I was crying until my eyes evidentially dried out. There was nothing left but the memories of my hallow stomach. I never even got to hold it. All I could do was clutch on to the flimsy piece of paper that read one sentence that would forever haunt me.
"Your debt has been paid Leanne."
My mind ran wild, my heart hammered in my chest as I read those words. The message was passed onto me from Jacob. His eyes were swollen from thinking his son was dead. He was looking at me for answers about this vague message. I didn't care to look him. He didn't get to relish in my pain, it wasn't even his baby. He was mine and only mine. His father was dead.
I don't know what happened but I couldn't keep up the pretence of lying that I loved the imbecile. I spat words out, they tumbled out of my mouth like a river that never ended. I don't even remember what I said but when I woke up everything had chanced. Jacob looked at me coldly, my mother was weeping and my father, well he looked at me how he looked at Louise.
I couldn't help but hate her even more, if she was here I could have blamed her, she could have been the one that was killed not my son. Instead my father slapped me across my face while I was sobbing with a cold look in my eyes. It was when he told me he could never forgive me for what I did to my sister. It was then that I realised the game was up. No longer was I the innocent flower.
Jacob blamed me for the death of his son. I was glad I didn't tell him that truth, I could see my mother's shoulder's hitch at his words. I questioned whether she knew the truth but the words were stuck in my throat. As I sniffled away my last tears, it was then that I decided to get revenge. I told him that the person who killed my baby was the leader of the Rouges and his mate. Jacob's eyes darkened and he swore then to avenge his baby and kill him.
The next words out of his words were what shocked me to the core. He said he was disgusted in me and that he was rejecting me as the pack's Luna. He then labelled me as an Omega and that as soon as he buried his son I would begin my new duties. My father called it atonement, my mother called it a punishment, I called it hell on earth.
Eight years passed me by in a haze. I was lost in memories of Kieron, I was in my own world, imagining a life where my boy was alive. My mother still doted on me, although it was in secret. She would hold me through those tearful nights, stroking my hair, she was the only one who showed me love. My father well at first he ignored me but as time went by he tolerated me with words of encouragement from my mother.
I found peace in my small world as an Omega. That was until my sister returned. I should have guessed that the imbecile found my wretched sister, for he had smiled for the first time in a long time. He looked relieved. I didn't question him, for he would only ignore me and humiliate me further in the pack. I had tried to run away countless times, only to be intercepted and punished. I would scream for them to let me go, but apparently I was a risk.
Maybe he wasn't an imbecile in that sense. He was right, I was a risk. I knew I wanted revenge on this pack for they didn't protect my son. It was their fault why he was dead. However, he was still an idiot for he was in a Cold War with the Rouges. Seeking revenge for something he had no reason to avenge. The child wasn't even his. I wondered if his wolf could sense it, I got the feeling he knew but his ego was in the way. He had to save face in front of the pack.
When my sister arrived, I didn't even recognise her. She was everything that I wanted to be. She was dressed to the nines in her designer clobber, her hair was sleek and shiny. Her skin clear, with no bags. The confidence that I tried to destroy was back. I heard pack members talk about her success when she arrived. They spoke about how she was rich and famous, that she was an eligible bachelorette, that she owned one of the biggest companies in the country.
My jealous, envy and hatred knew no bounds. I couldn't help but wrap my hands around her throat. I was relying on what little strength I had from my wolf. I was determined to end her life because if I couldn't be happy why should she? She didn't deserve anything she had. She was living a life that belonged to me, while she should have been stuck here playing Luna.
The day of the trial when my wolf revealed all my secrets, I knew that everything was over. The pack and Alpha may have let me get away with what I did but the Elders were another story. My wolf became vocal after so many years and instead of having my back, she betrayed me and revealed all my dirty secrets. It was then that I felt her leave my body. No longer was I special. No longer was I werewolf. I was now a pitiful human.
As I sit in my cell, my eyes bounce from one wall to another. I was being punished for my sins and was living in isolation. A human prisoner trapped in isolation. The only contact I have had was with guards. I thought I could seduce them and escape but as time went by, no longer was I attractive. I was skin and bones, my lips were cracked and my eyes were riddled with deep circles. I can't remember the last time I had a proper conversation with somebody.
I had been in here for months now, but it felt like years. The only sound that could be heard was the ticking of that god forsaken clock. My focus on the clock arms were interrupted by my prison door swinging open and Elder Robert was stood in the doorway. God did I hate that man, he was the reason I was stuck here.
"You have a visitor." Elder Robert stated with pursed lips. I couldn't help but widen my eyes at his admission.
I quickly scuttled to my feet wondering who was coming to see me. With my mother being locked up in prison I couldn't imagine one friend or person would bother me in this prison. Elder Robert's ushered his hands to one of the guards by door. He had grabbed my arm and began dragging me down the hallway. It was then that I was placed in one of the interview rooms where I was quickly chained to the desk.
It was then that I turned my head to the door that had opened. There stood a man who looked like my dead lover, but everything about him was different. "Xavier." I whispered in surprise and awe.
Was he here to save me? His wolf was after all my mate! For the first time a drowning sense of hope washed over my body. I could get him to help me escape. He could be my way out of this prison hell. I looked down at my unruly appearance. I couldn't help but frown. I knew that I couldn't hold back emotionally. I would have to feed him whatever emotional bullshit he would want to here. I would have to tug on that string of fate if I was to get out here alive.
However, when I looked into his eyes. The eyes that I once saw love and awe in were no longer there. Memories of our one night together lingered in my mind. He was so attentive to my body, he showered me with affection that eve. Why didn't I recognise it sooner? Maybe he wouldn't be looking at me with his callous and cold eyes as he took his seat opposite me. The longer I looked at him, the more I realised that flame of hope had simmered.
"Leanne." He said with pursed lips.
"Xavier, your here to see me?" I pointed with my clipped nails as I purred out his name.
He chuckled darkly. "Cut the crap Leanne, you can try using that pathetic tone with me all you want. I am sure you used it on your countless conquests." He spat. I looked down, not wanting to admit defeat at his disgusted tone. I clenched my fist and bit the side of my cheek hoping to simmer the anger that was boiling inside me.
"Xavier, I don't know what you me-" I began to speak.
"I said cut the crap!" He commanded. His tone was filled with authority that I pursed my lips tightly.
It was futile. I knew that he wasn't here to get me out, that he was no means to an end. Was he here to rub salt into my sore wound? "What do you what? Why are you here?" I asked with pursed lips.
There was a moment of silence. "Do you regret it? Do you regret anything that you have done?"
My tongue was rolling around in my mouth as I thought about his question. I couldn't say I regretted what I done, but all I could do was think about how I regret not getting away with what I had done. That I hadn't successfully destroyed my sister. That I hadn't sought revenge against the pack that were responsible for killing my son. I held no regrets for what I had, what I did regret was letting my wolf control my body and admit my actions.
My eyes hardened as I stared at the man who nothing compared to his brother. Without hesitation, I stared at him and spoke the truth.
"No I don't regret what I have done."