Rebirth of the Alpha's Slave Mate (Samantha and Kade) novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56

Elena’s POV

My hand started to move toward the door handle. Every instinct in me was screaming to burst in there and interrupt their romantic dinner.

But I stopped myself. I had to.

This was ridiculous. I loathed both of them for what they had done to me-why should I care if two horrible people wound up together? Better for Kade to become distracted by Serena than continue to hunt me down like an animal.

No, I had come here for a reason that had nothing to do with Kade. I came here for my daughter.

Not wanting to hear another moment of their sordid date, I crept past the door and made my way to the stairs leading up to the second floor. My heart lurched as I placed my foot on the bottom step, making it creak. I froze.

But no one heard me. I could hear Kade and Serena’s muffled voices in the dining room, and the door never opened.

Biting my tongue, I carefully continued up the steps, taking every precaution not to make another sound. Thankfully, I didn’t—I just hoped Kade couldn’t sense the pounding of my heart.

Because every step led me closer to his room.

The only times I had ever set foot in this house was when he summoned me for the nights of my greatest torment. The nights when I used to yearn for a tender touch from my mate, but all I got was cold, distant humiliation.

What was even worse was the way he made me feel those nights. Everything felt so good. So perfect.

And yet so horrible at the same time.

While my body and soul reacted pleasantly to his touches, my heart ached/He never kissed me. Never held me lovingly. Never invited me to cuddle afterwards.

We just gave in to our primal desires, to the mate bond he didn’t know we had at the time, and then he would send me back to my closet.

It was so humiliating. No matter how instinctual my jealousy toward him and Serena was, I had to remind it that it was just that: instinct. I didn’t want Kade back. Didn’t want to touch him. I hated him. I hated him even more now that I knew he intended to make Serena his Luna.

Eventually, following the labyrinthine halls of the estate, I came upon the heavy wooden door that was once the portal to my torment. I glanced at it only for a moment before I put my head down and scurried past, not wanting to linger. The whole room seemed to thrum with a negative energy, and I wanted nothing to do with it.

But there were so many doors in this house, and I had never gone beyond Kade’s room-the familiar path up the stairs, to his door, then back again was burned in my mind, but nothing else. The rest of the house was largely unfamiliar to me.

I paused in the hallway, looking around for some sign of a nursery. There was nothing; just a dark hallway lit only by a single lamp at the end. Eerie.

But then I heard the distant sounds of crying. I perked up at that, wondering if it was a baby crying, and quietly went that way, taking care not to make any noise.

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However, as I approached, it became more apparent that it wasn’t a baby at all-it was a grown woman’s voice.

“Help,” I heard a female voice whispering from behind a door that was strangely painted in a different color than all the others. While the others were dark wood, this one was whitewashed with a bouquet of purple flowers painted on it and a single name.

Debbie.

My breath caught. This was Debbie’s childhood bedroom-now her prison.

I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help myself. The sound of her distress made my wolf’s ears prick, and I got the sudden sense that she needed medical help, just like all the others I had helped.

It was no secret to the pack, even to me, that Debbie was known to have what Kade and the healers referred to as ” episodes”. I had never seen one in person before, but apparently she would relive her trauma during these episodes, believing that she was being raped and attacked by rogues all over again. Some of the Omegas who worked in the Alpha House said she would regularly tear her room apart and even try to hurt herself.

She didn’t seem to be thrashing now, but she sounded like she needed help. Without thinking, I tried the doorknob, and it clicked open. I peered into the room, finding Debbie writhing on her bed.

She was wearing a thin white nightgown, and even from where I stood, I could see a fine sheen of sweat coating her pale skin despite the cold air. Her black hair, long and pin-straight, was tangled and hanging in her face. She was gripping the sheets and twisting this way and that, whimpering and crying.

“Help,” she whispered again. “Help me… They’re coming…”

Seeing her like this made my heart ache for her. Debbie had always been innocent-she never deserved what happened to her.

“Do you think we can help her?” I asked Ava.

Ava considered it for a moment before replying, “Perhaps. We’ll need to get a closer look.”

Checking over my shoulder and finding the hallway still dark and quiet, carefully slipped into the room and shut the door behind me. Debbie didn’t seem to notice my presence. She just kept twisting in her bed, kicking at the sheets with her eyes squeezed shut.

I walked closer, peering at her, waiting for that familiar warmth to show itself. But there was nothing. Whatever was wrong with Debbie, my abilities weren’t honed enough yet to diagnose it.

But I could soothe her, at least. With a trembling hand, I reached out and placed my palm over her forehead, willing every ounce of empathy and calm into my touch.

Debbie stopped squirming instantly. A breath escaped her as if she’d been holding it for some time, and she relaxed against the pillows.

I stayed like that for a few moments longer before I gently pulled my hand away. My palm came away sticky with her sweat, but she looked more peaceful. More relaxed.

Poor Debbie… She had always been such a sweet little girl. She was a few years younger than me, and she still looked the same as she did when we were kids. Sweet. Innocent. Beautiful.

She didn’t deserve what had happened to her. If only I could cure her-then she would not only feel better, but she might also remember exactly what happened, and would know that it was Serena who caused her distress, not me.

Just as I was turning to leave, Debbie’s eyes cracked open. Gray eyes peeked out at me from behind her lashes, but

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