My Alpha Mate's Christmas Gift novel Chapter 61

　　A werewolf

　　“Roxanne… You are a werewolf…”

　　As Melissa said those words Roxanne felt a loud bang in her head. Her ears became hot and a slight pain began to emanate from her chest. She was hearing the words directly from her mother, yet she didn’t want to accept it.

　　“N-No… That is… That’s not true! Grandma, that’s not true, is it?” Roxanne said, turning to Linda, desperate for answers.

　　“I’m sorry dear… But your mother speaks the truth.” Linda answered.

　　Hearing her grandmother say the same thing made her heart throb even more with a painful sensation that was foreign to her. This was crazy, it had to be. But, after everything she had seen… Was it actually all real? Was she truly a… A.. A Werewolf?!

　　“I'm sorry I kept it from you all this time. Your father and I decided on it several years ago after we had you. We decided to live our lives away from the pack, and just be a normal, happy couple. You see, Roxanne… Your father and I belonged to different packs at the time, and they were not unified. That’s why our union was not accepted by our respective packs. We decided to move to a different place to start over. And then when we had you… Our joy knew no bounds. But we knew, raising you as a human, without the environment of the pack, you had to be human.

　　“I’m sorry Roxanne. Your father and I lied to you all these years, but we did it because we just wanted you to be happy… To live your life without all the craziness of being who we are…” Melissa said as tears dripped from her eyes and her voice broke into sobs.

　　Roxanne was left speechless. All her life… She always knew she was different. Of course, not in the aspect of supernatural phenomena or anything of the sort, but she could feel it in her bones. Unlike other girls, she had an intense interest in sports and physical activities. Her strength, speed, stamina and concentration was just incomparable to others, even as a child. Her blue hair and eyes also made her stand out, but all those things didn’t bother her much. Her parents were there for her and they always made her feel special. On a few occasions, when her curiosity reached its limits, she would ask her father a question.

　　“Daddy, why am I different from others?”

　　Her father would smile at her every time and tell her that everyone was different from one another.