Chapter 7

Damon's POV 

 "Please, please just wake up." I begged her, even though I knew she couldn't hear me. "I need you to pull through. I don't even know you. You aren't permitted to save my life at the expense of yours." I said. 

I carried her in my hand and ran upstairs to our room. 

On my way up, I brushed past my mother unapologetically. 

 "Damon!" She screamed after me, and for the first time in a while, she ran. 

My mother ran up after me, prompting me to quicken my pace. 

We soon arrived on the fourth floor, where Dathan and I shared a bedroom. 

I opened the door as fast as I could, and locked it behind me. 

 "Damon!" Dathan screamed and rushed to meet me. 

It looked like the sun had begun to set, from the warm and dim sunlight that filtered in. 

 "Who is this?" He asked me. 

 "Vynara." I replied to him. 

 "Emily?" He asked for confirmation. 

 "Yes." I replied to him. 

 "What happened?" Dathan asked me. His eyes darted frantically between Emily and me. "What happened, Damon?" Dathan asked again. 

 "If you helped me with Emily, maybe I'd have the strength and time to explain." I replied, shutting him out. 

 "Does mom know about this?" Dathan asked me. 

 "You mean is she accomplice to killing this poor girl?" I shot at him, sounding a little more aggressive than I planned to. "Yes, she knows." I answered, sighing and feeling bad for snapping at him. "She's on her way up here as a matter of fact." 

 "She will be here any minute from now." Dathan reasoned aloud. 

 "Yes, just bolt the door, that should keep her out." I replied to Dathan. 

I lay Emily on my bed. It was family sized, the fact that Dathan and I shared a room didn't mean that it was a regular sized one. 

The room was broad and big. With different decorations. Decorations to Dathan meant pictures of models and basketballers. He had pictures of all the choicest basketballers. 

I'd rather earth pictures, artworks, paintings and artworks of women with bouncy curly hair. I fancied them more. 

Every other feature of the room was the stereotypical bedroom look of two guys with Alpha blood, and children of billionaires. 

 "What do you plan to do?" Dathan asked me, he looked very scared and terrified. 

 "I don't know." I replied to him, truthfully. "It didn't feel right leaving her there." I answered. 

 "Since when did you start to act on how you feel?" Dathan asked me. 

He was right. I was more realistic than idealistic or hopeful. 

 "There's a beginning to everything." I replied to him. 

 "We have to call someone." Dathan said. 

I saw fear in his eyes. He was beginning to chicken out. 

 "Dathan!" I called his name, and he turned to look at me. "We cannot afford to let more people know of this. The situation is as delicate as it is. Go downstairs, tell Nala that I've taken Emily out. She knows what to do." I instructed him. 

Dathan dashed out of the room in mad haste, I could tell he was initially too eager to be out of there. 

 Then I heard a very loud shriek. It rang on for seconds, unending. 

I looked at Emily, to make sure she lay well, while I rushed outside to see what was going on. 

The next thing I saw would've been the start of my villain story, save for… 

I saw my mother, lifeless, on the stairs. Her brains had spilled out of the cold unfriendly tiles. 

I began to ask myself if I was at fault, if I really did push her. 

Nala and Dathan, we're beside themselves, crying inconsolably. 

 "Everyone except Dathan, please excuse us." I said, quietly. 

 "I do not think you can do this on your own." Old Nala insisted weakly. 

 "Some crosses have to be borne by us, just us. You don't have to continue staking your neck for this family." With that, Nala left us. 

It must be really hard on her. 

Her new girl, Emily was near dead, if not dead by now. Her master too was dead. 

 "Why?" Dathan asked, amidst sobs. "Why can't I ever be happy? Do I have to lose everyone around me?" He cried. 

 "Come here." I said, dragging him closer to me. Dathan leaned on my chest and cried his heart's content out, not taking his eyes off our mother for a second. 

 "This is bad." I whispered to myself. 

 "Why is this happening to us?" Dathan cried out again. 

 "You can go up now. Go be with Emily." I said, letting go of him. 

 "I want to be with mother." He protested. 

 "Go!" I screamed at him, startling him. "I'm not negotiating with you." 

Dathan stalked off, looking back repeatedly. 

 "Why?" I asked myself, finally giving way to my own tears when Dathan was out of earshot. "Did you have to leave us at such a time?" I asked again. 

I sank right beside her. 

I sat there, brooding. I didn't want to move forward. I didn't want to have to. 

A part of me already accepted the plans she had for me. She's run the pack so efficiently for the past two years, it didn't make the absence of an Alpha in the palace so obvious. 

Who was I fooling? Everyone saw it coming. 

But after a year passed, I really thought my mom had overcome the oath which bound every Luna to their Alpha. 

I guess her time was up. At least, this way, her death doesn't bring any misfortune to the pack. 

As soon as the media knows she'd dropped dead, lawyers, clients and business partners would be pouring before her body even turned cold

 "Nala." I called out to her. 

Nala came out, I knew she didn't go far. She'd always been the hawk-eye who watched over my brother and I. 

 "Please help me." I said, looking at my mom. 

 "Sure." Nala said. 

She was not the ideal assistance I should have requested, but she's the only hand I'd be comfortable seeing on my mom. 

Luna's bedroom was on the ground floor of the palace, so we took her back down, and lay her on her bed. 

Finally, she could get the rest she deserved.