The Alpha's Omega Mate-Chapter 94: Suicide?

~Dahlia’s POV~

"Mama, where is papa? I asked my mother who sat quietly knitting a shawl by the fireplace. Her face glowed with a kind of warmth that I hadn’t seen in a long time and the smile on her face was contagious, so contagious, it made my heart squeeze with warmth.

Subconsciously, I smiled back.

"Your papa is off protecting the pack. He’s gone to fight the battles that we cannot fight. And to protect us from the tyrant Alpha who tried to lay claim to our pack and our children."

"But when will he return?" My brows furrowed as I regarded her, unsure as to why she would look so pleased when her husband... my father was probably in some sort of danger or something.

She smiled brightly— a little too brightly— as she set the shawl down and glanced up at me. She muttered; "I don’t know, but I think he’ll be back today, baby, or tomorrow. Word spreading around the pack is that we have the upper hand and that soon, our warriors will be singing songs of victory.

Oh, no wonder she looked so happy...

"That’s good news..." I muttered under my breath as I glanced away at the cracking woods in the fireplace whilst imagining that it was the Tyrant Alpha burning instead of the timber.

Hopefully, I didn’t say that out loud...

My mama’s soft chuckle snapped me out of my reverie and when I glanced back at her, I noticed that she’d set down her shawl, the knitting pin and the wool into her lap. Her round stomach looked more pronounced this evening and her wild ginger red hair floated around her small frame like a cloak.

Mama was the epitome of beauty. The literal queen in the south. My father’s Luna.

"Come here, Nyx’ara, I know you miss your papa, but worry not because he’ll soon come back to us." She cooed softly, spreading out her arms in a gesture that warmed me even more than I already was.

I scrambled to my feet and into her waiting arms, and as she pulled me into a hug, I sighed in content.

I wanted to stay longer in her arms but I could never bring myself to... not when mama’s jutting stomach made my back ache tremendously. Not when she seemed uncomfortable holding ancient five-year-old me against her chest.

My eyes drifted closed when her sweet soft voice flitted into my ears... but when they snapped back open, all I saw was fire.

A fiery blazing fire.

And it was everywhere.

Burning everything.

Even my mama.

—

I blinked my eyes open slowly and my breath hitched when I was met with pure white.

Pure white ceilings. Pure white walls. Pure white curtains and heck, even the gauze wrapped around my hanging left leg was pure white.

With a splotch of blood here and there.

"What the heck happened to me?" I croaked out, my eyes widening when a middle aged woman dressed in blue overalls strolled over to me with a smile.

She wasn’t Dr Ava. This was someone I’ve never seen before in my entire life.

Panic surged through me as I swiftly rose to a sitting position whilst ignoring the nerve wracking pain that action sent running up my spine. My body trembled when the strange woman came even closer and then she smiled— sending more jolts of panic rushing through me.

"I am doctor Zorina and I’ve been attending to you for the past three days. Dr Ava is unavailable at the moment if that’s what you’re so worried about." She said sweetly but her voice lacked the emotions that her words tried to convey.

However, I was suddenly acutely aware of the words she’d just spoken, and that was when it occurred to me that she’d mentioned me being out for not one, but three days.

I froze.

"But what happened?" I asked in a small voice, and to my surprise, she smiled at me— a sad smile. It made goosebumps erupt on my skin.

"You tried to commit suicide. You went to the top of the fortress and jumped." She said, her voice low, still devoid of any emotion.

But her emotionless voice wasn’t what made me balk. It was the words she’d said.

That was impossible!

What the hell was I even doing going to the top of the fortress?

No matter how much I hated living, no matter how much struggles life has thrown at me, there was no way in hell that I would try to end it all by killing myself; Not when I still had Amara. Not when there was no one to leave her with.

Confusion made my head hurt as I tried to think back to the last time I was awake, but no matter how much I tried, I just couldn’t remember anything.

It felt like an entire important event in my life had been wiped clean... scrubbed off just like the way I used to scrub the Alpha’s linens.

The Alpha’s linens...

Alpha Zarek...

Now that I think about him, I could remember waking up beside Amara— my very ill Amara— and then eating with Sadie after Alpha Zarek had sent us a mouthwatering food tray; But after that, I couldn’t remember a thing.

I knew deep down that the food tray was obviously not enough reason why I would have tried to commit suicide so it had to be something else... something stuck somewhere in my memories... something I just couldn’t bring myself to remember.

Glancing up at the strange doctor, a weird feeling crept up my body when I noticed her staring at me with eagle eyes. She smiled again at me but instead of feeling comfort, I felt unsettled.

"Why would I try to commit suicide?" I asked in a small voice, "I cannot remember anything about it. I only remember waking up beside my daughter, and everything else seems like it’s been wiped clean."

I saw the doctor’s eyes flash with a weird glint before she turned away. She said; "You’ll remember very soon, Dahaliah. Sometimes the body’s response to a traumatic experience is trying to totally forget about it."

And I knew that her words were true but for some reason, it made me uncomfortable. I looked away.

"Where’s Amara and Sadie?" I asked.

"And who are those?" She replied, genuinely confused, and I frowned.

"Sadie is a nice maidservant, and Amara is my daughter. And I’d love to see them now."

She muttered; "ahh!" But made no move to look for them. She didn’t even step out of the room.

Her actions made warning bells ring at the back of my head and I had even begun to hyperventilate, thinking that she was probably here to help me ’complete my suicide’ until the creaking of the door saved me.

I sighed, glancing at the door, half expecting the intruder to be Alpha Zarek. But to my utter disappointment, it was not him.

It was Beta Orion, and he was smiling at me softly— not that it helped with the unease gnawing at my insides.

In his left hand was a bunch of my favorite flowers— Dahlias, and that made me even more uneasy.

And then he winked at me. "Hello Dahlia?"