You are Mine,Only Mine novel Chapter 51

"Ells, are you okay?" Weson asked, his voice cracking while he rubbed a hand down my back. "i promise it's all going to get -"

"What the hell?" I screamed, even my voice sounded more melodic - more smooth. I stopped, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Weston Richard, what is going on with me?"

He raised his hands up in the air and scoffed. "Richard isn't my middle name! I don't even have a middle name!"

"Stop changing the subject and tell me what the hell is going on with me," I said, crossing my arms above my chest.

Weston sighed once more, running his hands through his messy hair. "Look, okay, it's not my place to tell you what's going on. It really is not. But, what Iell you is that your mom is hiding things from you that you have the right to know."

"Are you going to tell me what is going on or no?" I said, seething. It was to the point that I grinded my teeth together. That was the line. It was a mere sign that I was pissed off and nobody liked to be near me at my breaking point.

"Can you just wait, babe?" Weston pleaded, grabbing my elbow. I threw his arm away, shocked at my new found strength. I could feel the tears bridging at the corners of my eyes and my lip began to quiver. Weston noticed, his shoulder's slumped and he sighed. "It's just about two more minutes and I promise you won't be in the dark."

"You just don't get it. How I feel?" Why the hell was I feeling so emotional lately? I felt like an old, grumpy woman on the premenstrual cycle, but on rewind. I wiped away a stray tear. "Gosh, I feel so in the dark on what's happening to me. Do you have any clue on how I feel about not knowing if I'm dying or something?"

"Gosh, Ells. You aren't dying," He simply said, annoyance laced in his voice. He ran a hand down his face. "It's killing me not telling you. Trust me."

"Fine then," I sniffed. Then, I started to walk away, ignoring his constant calling and the way he was walking literally on my heels.

When I reached the back door of my house, the strong smell of pancakes whiffed into my nose and my stomach growled. It was as if I haven't eaten in a year. The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs echoed louder than usual. "Dan-" Mom sweet voice said, but was cut off with the moaning and grunting of pain.

"Mom?" I yelled in concern, racing towards the stairs and finding her. She was in her night dress, which was unusual for her since it was already twelve in the afternoon. Her pretty face was contorted and slicked with sweat. She had a tumbleweed on her head. Her slender fingers grasped the stair case rail and her other hand clutched her stomach as she was in midstep. I ran up to her, rubbing her shoulder and helping her get down the stairs as Weston followed suit.

"What is it?" I almost yelled, if it weren't for my mother being sick. I sat on the couch opposite of her and looked into her eyes.

"Baby, I know you know of things called 'werewolves'," My mother said. "And I'm here to tell you that - how would I say it? I guess there is no easy way. My family - the Wrodes - are the strongest line of werewolves out there, We are the biggest 'pack' in the whole entire nation. So that means, we come from a long line of werewolves - strong werewolves. We were second to the Healers. Therefore every Alpha, Beta, and regular werewolves must bow down to our throne. But let's not be vain, we are friends. We respect each other," She finished, adding air quotations at needed places. She chuckled nervously at my pale expression. Weston stood back, not interrupting the talk my mother had just given me.

"So, that means you're a werewolf. Darren is too. And now you're saying that I'm one?" I paused, my hand shaking. I started to laugh awkwardly. "This must be one sick dream."

"It isn't. In fact, I never thought you were going to change. You were such a late bloomer, baby. Sometimes, the lucky Wrodes never become a werewolf. I was hoping you'd be one of them and live a normal life," Mom frowned slightly.

"And you hid this from me for my whole entire life?" I said, my voice raising up.

"Understand baby, it's prohibited for us to actually acknowledge you about the existence of werewolves until you encounter one or until you become one."