Alpha’s Virgin Wife by Baby Charlene
Chapter 257 In The Arms Of Her Mother
Confusion flowed among the rest of the hunters as they watched their Superior’s body hit the ground, her head rolling to a different side. They moved and looked at each other with anxiety, not knowing what to do.
Even the witches were a bit surprised that Shilah had taken such step. She was truly nastier than they had thought. However, it didn’t matter as they were there to support her, no matter there decision she took.
Rissa was still on the floor, crying over Kieran’s decapped body. It was a painful sight she never wanted to behold.
“You wrench!” She snapped her head at Shilah and roared bitterly, tears streaming down her cheeks. “How dare you?! How dare you do this to me?! Attack them!!!”
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The hunters, though still confused, drew out their weapons to attack them. The witches did same.
“I will k*il*l everyone of you that comes my way until there is no one left”, Shilah spoke out. “For your sake, I hope you make the right decision”.
The hunters looked grimly at one another, seemingly reconsidering their condition. They had just seen how the strange lady chopped off Kieran’s head in the twinkle of an eye and she also had backup with her. How were they sure they wouldn’t be defeated?
They stepped back, ignoring Rissa’s disappointed stare. And seeing that the path was finally clear for her, Shilah proceeded into the hunters’ gate.
Two other witches had followed her in to help make the search faster, while the others stayed back to keep an eye on the hunters.
Shilah’s anxiety increased as she ran into the prison cells, checking every one of them to find woman like her mother.
Few of the cells had imprisoned wolves in them and they cried in happiness as Shilah fred him.
She kept freeing the few she came across but began to get worried when it was taking so long to find the one she wanted. The other wolves she had fred were young and couldn’t had been her mother. Somehow, she believed she would know when she sets her eyes on her.
She was approaching the last cell and her heart was already beating rapidly. What was happening? Why hadn’t she found her yet? Out of fear, she slowed down her steps, sweats breaking out from her forehead. She didn’t want to find it empty. She wouldn’t be able to take the heartbreak.
Finally, she stood in front of the last cell – the empty cell. Her throat let out a short gasp. No, it couldn’t be. Why was it still empty? A sharp pain stung at her, her hand gripped her sword tightly.
“Shilah!” Sukie suddenly called from the other end. “There is one more cell”.
Shilah’s hope got litted up as quickly, she ran to the other end and found the cell. There was a woman in it – seated on the floor.
Shilah’s brows arched as she stared intently at the strange woman. She was nearly unrecognizable with how messy how hair was, how worn out her dress was and how dirty her face looked. Without being told, a person could easily guess she had been imprisoned for a long time.
The woman also stared back at Shilah. She had been hearing the voices of the other prisoners, rejoicing as they were being freed and she wondered what was going on. Now, two strange ladies that looked like witches were standing before her gate, making her totally confused. But the lady in black, closer to her, there was something about her.
Shilah’s hands were extremely cold as they opened the gate. She wanted to go in, but her legs felt so heavy. Was she scared?
Sukie watched intently from behind and needed no one to tell her of the connection between the two women.
Finally, Shilah f0rced her steps in, her breath hitching. The woman was still staring into her face, making it clearer and easier. As she got close, her knees dropped to the floor in front of her, tears rested at the brink of her eyes and her hand slowly went up to her cheek. Her cheek felt so cold in Shilah’s palm, but it gave Shilah edgy chills as she stared into her eyes.
She was making no mistake. This was the right woman.
“Mother?” Her voice cracked as she called that name. A tear finally dropped to her cheek.
The woman’s brows furrowed in outmost confusion. Her whole life, no one had ever gotten to call her that name. So, who was this strange lady kneeling in front of her and claiming such precious name?
Shilah lifted her second hand to her cheek, another tear rolling down.
“It’s me, mother. It’s…me”, she wavered.
Suddenly, the woman’s brows rose in realization. Her lower lip shivered and her eyes fluttered helplessly. Was it… who she was thinking? Was it… possible?
With a stutter, she called in fear: “Aradia?”
Shilah bent her head and chuckled with more tears taking over. It was confirmed, it was truly her. Nosheba had told her that was the name the woman had mentioned in the cell. She was Aradia.
She looked up at her again. And this time, the woman was already in disbelieving tears.
“Yes, it’s me. It’s Aradia”, Shilah whimpered.
But the woman’s shock was undefeated. Her tongue waggled to say more words, but her throat had become constricted. So, all she could do was stare disbelieving at the young lady in front of her.
Confirming she had finally found her mother, Shilah pulled her into a tight hug.