Fated To Three Betrayed By All Until She Rose (Leilani) by Ahvahh novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Love?... did you just say love?

Jarek.

When Keisha said those words to Leilani on the day we finalized our rejection process, I didn’t count it as anything. I had just brushed it off as words of a bitter woman, but then, afterwards, after she left my office and told me in her words that; "We’ll be seeing each other soon because of my new freak," I couldn’t help but think about it.

From that day, I began to pay closer attention to Leilani and her mannerisms, but nothing seemed off. I then began to think back to all the moments in the past that she’d acted out of line.

The times she’d manifested weird traits that didn’t feel normal— like tearing down my car’s door, picking up heavy objects effortlessly. Hell, even though she never told me what happened that day at her house, I suspected that her weird surges of strength had everything to do with the reason her fridge had been on the floor even though she’d told Maya and I that it had simply fallen.

I sighed.

Is she a silver wolf or a Lycan? Or something else entirely? Something dangerous and unheard of?

My hands trembled slightly as I thought about it but deciding not to scare her just yet, I brushed my finger over her cheek and asked; "Is there anything else you’ve noticed? Anything at all that must’ve come off as strange to you?"

At that, she went quiet. She seemed to ponder over the question for a while before she finally shook her head and answered; "Besides always being tired? Nothing!"

Her tone was light and I couldn’t help but smile at her cuteness. It was funny that to everyone, she always appeared as the cold aloof young woman whose eyes were so cold, they could literally turn a person to stone, but to me, she was sweet. She was soft... and even behaved almost child-like.

I nodded. "Okay then, I’ll ask a few experts about it and get back to you. But if you’re in a haste to know what’s going on with your body, we could simply tell the lab to run some tests on—"

"No." She snapped almost too quickly, her eyes lowering as she whispered; "Not the tests. I don’t want it."

"Why?"

"Because I don’t want it and it wouldn’t be the first time." She answered coldly.

My eyes widened slightly when I heard her say those words and I didn’t know why, but I felt like there was a lot more story to that than what she was willing to say.

Goddess, I was curious but I didn’t want to push her for answers, so I said the only thing I could think of. I whispered; "Do you want to talk about it?"

She shook her head at first, but a few seconds into it, she suddenly changed her mind and nodded.

You see what I say about her being almost child-like?

I smiled despite myself and held her hands, using it to pull her forward as I helped her into a chair. When she was seated comfortably, I leaned against my table and crossed my arms over my chest.

But I didn’t say anything; I simply waited for her to get herself together.

A moment of silence passed between us before she mustered the courage to speak, and when she finally did, she sounded hurt, lost.. she sounded like a drowning child... like someone in dire need of help.

—And I would offer that, even if it was the last thing I did.

"My mother used to sneak me to the hospital when I was around ten years old or so. It was since then that I began to understand that I was different from everyone else. We would usually spend several hours at the hospital and she would watch while the doctors probed me from every angle as if looking for something. I never knew what it was that they were looking for, only that the procedures were extremely painful... so painful that I could hardly walk after each one."

"Oh, my god!"

"And when I turned fifteen, dad would follow us sometimes to the hospital and the usual would happen. This continued for a very long time even until I turned nineteen. The last time I went with them to the hospital was a couple of weeks before I ran off with you..." she explained, her voice breaking as she quietly began to sob.

But I was too stunned to speak or move.

Fuck, I couldn’t even bring myself to console her.

My heart was racing frantically in my chest and my once shaky hands now shook even more, not with panic or fear but with rage.

Because I knew what this meant...

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