My Personal Lycan King novel Chapter 60

VICTORIA'S POV

"Aunt Marla?" I shouted as soon as I reached my house.

"Over here!" I heard a distant voice. Following the voice, I spotted aunt Marla and one more man sitting on the patio.

"Victoria. This is my boyfriend Markus that I had told you about. Markus, this is my niece Victoria." She said, introducing both of us.

I politely smiled at him before turning on my heels and going inside the kitchen to pour myself some water.

"Hey Markus, I need to talk to my niece about something important. I hope you don't mind. How about I meet you back at your home?" I heard aunt Marla say to her boyfriend before the sound of a door opening and closing echoed in the house.

"Now, miss Victoria Gibberson, will you tell me what's going on here? Why am I coming to know of your departure, or should I say disappearing for a month from some random guy?" She said, mimicking the cold look with her hands on her waist in an intimidating manner.

"You knew?" I couldn't help but ask myself.

Turning around, I repeated my question.

"Do you also know about me? That I am not a human?" 

"That, Victoria..." Marla said, her stuttering voice a clear indication that she knew about it.

"I would like to hear the truth only. Please?" I asked, not in the mood of any lies after what happened at Alexander's house.

"Yes, I knew. I knew all about it. Even your parents knew all about, what you are, how important your existence is for Martha and Nelson, and how your real grandfather wants to kill you." Marla said, and I couldn't help but smile sadly at that.

"Please continue." 

"When you were born, no one expected you to be born a hybrid. It's against the law of nature for a person to have both werewolf and witch qualities and powers. It was okay if you have only genes, but your grandmother Azrael told everyone that it wasn't the case with you. You not only possessed the recessive dormant genes but the powers too. It was her only who had put a spell on you so that your powers don't show up before you turn of age and also for your powers to suppress the werewolf transformation." Marla said as we both sat in the living room to talk about things.

"Then?"

"Your grandfather heard the conversation between Azrael and your mother, and well rest you must've already figured out." 

"Are they alive? My real parents, I mean." 

"They are. But you can't meet them because your grandfather is still looking for you. Initially, we had allowed him to kill a baby exactly like yours when you were an infant, and he had thought that you died. Thinking that keeping you in the kingdom was risky, your mother gave you to your adoptive parents, who were their servers originally. 

It wasn't two years before when your powers reacted, you must remember how you had fainted in the forest and you said you saw some black glint. It was your powers, who were trying to protect you from the rogues, and your grandfather came to know about it and asked his men to search the whole new York for you." 

"Does that mean, my adoptive parents died because my grandfather found about me?" I couldn't help but ask as things started to click in my mind.

Though everyone said that it was a car accident that caused the death of my parents, the scratches on their arms and neck that looked like an animal attack were something that I never understood.

"That's one of the reasons. But not exactly the reason. Your adoptive parents were not killed by your grandfather, but by someone, about whom, if you don't know, then it will be better for you." Marla said as she stood and started loading the stuff from the poly bags into the refrigerator.

"You must hate me deep down, no?" I couldn't help but ask.

I saw her stopping in her tracks of what she was doing before she turned around to look at me with a quizzical expression.

"I mean, I am the reason because of whom your brother and your sister-in-law died, but you still have to take care of me and provide me with a home. You must loath me, no? Isn't that the reason why you don't live with me?" I asked as I looked at her from under my lashes.

"Of course not, sweetie. Your adoptive father wasn't my real brother. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I am your real aunt. I mean, I am your biological father Nelson's real sister. Besides, your adoptive parents died because of their foolishness. And the reason why I don't live with you is that I am mated to my mate. 

You might know about such things because you transformed not long ago." She said before smiling politely at me.

"My real parents must've known about my adoptive parents' death, no? They must've seen me breaking apart and losing it. Why did they never come to see me? I saw them for the first time in my dreams when I came here. Will they never accept me because my grandfather wants to kill me?" I looked at her, waiting for the answers to the question that had been bugging me since the moment I came to know about the truth of my existence from Azrael.

"That's not their call, Victoria. It must sound rude and hard for you, but I don't think you'll ever meet them in real. Your grandfather is a strong witch." Marla said as she finished placing everything.

"Oh." I couldn't help but say as I felt my eyes tearing.

It wasn't long before a tear fell from my eyes as I thought about my cursed fate.

My adoptive parents died because of me. My real parents may never meet me in my life. My grandfather wants to kill me, and my mate doesn't side with me.

Everyone had been telling me this one thing that I wasn't supposed to be born from day one since I came to know about my real personality. Closing my eyes I placed my hands on my forehead, leaning on the sofa as my mind started to become fuzzy with the negative thoughts again.