Chapter Three: The Demise of Mrs. Roland - part 2

David didn't bother to answer the man consoling him, instead his thought was on his late wife, her smile which could light up a dark night, her dulcet voice that always gives him tingling feeling, and her beautiful smooth face which he could never get tired of staring at.

She was just too perfect, and he wondered what he was going to do without her.

The thought of being alone scared him, and he believed Selena couldn't have die like that. They were made for each other, and she wasn't supposed to leave him alone, cause they promised to stay together forever, but guess fate had another plan for them.

David sobs didn't reduced, and he even sobbed more. He just couldn't keep that sad feeling inside him, so he decided to let it all out now. The Beta, who was the second in command to the pack, realised David wasn't ready to be consoled, then he left the sobbing man and made his way out to join the Alpha, including the rest.

" How is he doing?" The Alpha asked him with face full of concern. He was also well aware about how painful it is to lose a loved one, especially one's mate. It was really a tough and unbearable thing.

The Beta sighed and shook his head, " My King, he is not in the proper state right now, and I think we should let him be for now. "

" Humm. If that's it, then let's take our leave and check him up tomorrow." The Alpha said, that had his Beta to nod in agreement, and they left the Rolands' mansion.

Meanwhile,

Louvre was in her mother's room, looking at her things that were neatly arranged and tidied, then she took one of her late mother's cloth and sniffed it. She was searching for something to calm her down, she wanted to convince herself that her mother was still alive, and she was only having a peaceful sleep. But the real truth was hunting her, and it made her feel broken.

She felt incomplete, and her mind was numbed.

Who will wipe away her tears now?

Who will be saviour?

Who will be there for her?

Who will always correct her and be her A team?

Who will always be ready to hear her out anytime and any day, even if what she wanted to say will be nothing but insignificant??

Just who will do all that?

She wasn't that close to her father, and weirdly they don't get along with each other well.

" Mum! You promised to stay with me forever! You promised to always be here for me! You promised to always adore me! " She bursted out with more tears, her tone containing the pains she was going through, and her heart was enveloped in grief.

The torment of losing her mother was killing her, and the misery was eating her whole body up.

" You promised to never leave me. " Her last words came as a whisper, and she clenched her fist tightly. Crying more, she went down and curled like a ball. Still sobbing in a ruth manner, she wished to join her mother, and she closed her eyes.

No one had the courage to come inside the room, but at the same time they were all scared and hoped for their young master not to commit anything stupid or unnecessary.

Louvre's father didn't know how to face his daughter, so he made a decision to let her be. He was also not in his right mind currently and was still mourning his late wife.

To the both of them, it was an awful experience, and they wished it never happened. But fate was such a fickle mistress!

Louvre passed out from exhaustion, the tears she shedded and the pains she felt all made her body to be infirm.

Two hours later, she woke up but was too weak to stand up, so she remained on the ground and stared blankly at the bright painted walls. She wasn't thinking about anything, and her mind already drifted away. At that moment, nothing mattered to her.

She felt too much pang, to the extent her whole self became numb, and she didn't know what to feel again. At that time, something sparked in her, and she jolted a little. But her weak mind couldn't focus on that, and she continued to stare dully.

The servants downstairs were really worried about Louvre, but they still tried to be patient and silently prayed for a good thing. The house was really quiet and in a melancholy state. Guests continued to come and give out their condolences, but no one was happy with what happened.

It felt like a great woman passed away, and even the day was dull. Maybe, it was also mourning the dead woman.

David stayed in the balcony, thinking about a lots of things and sighing multiple times. He couldn't cry anymore, cause he knew his tears won't solve anything, and he was sure Selena won't be happy with him crying. But he really found it hard to believe his wife wasn't going to be with him anymore, and it scared the shit out of him.

He realized he wasn't going to wake up with her beside him anymore, he wasn't going to dine secretly with her again, he wasn't going to argue or tease her again, he wasn't going to see her beautiful face any more, he wasn't going to hear her voice anymore, and he wasn't going to consume her special cookings anymore.

Just why did fate decided to act so cruel to me? He asked himself again and shook his head.

What could he do now?

Then, one of the servants entered the balcony and moved closed to David.

David wasn't aware someone was behind him, he was in a deep thought that clouded his werewolf sense, and he continued to sigh.

" Mr David, please you need to check on Miss Louvre. She has been in the late Madam's room for over three hours, and the room was just silent. At first, we heard some of her cries, but later the room went mute."

One of the servants reported the situation of Louvre to David. He couldn't keep calm anymore, and that's he went up and let David know about what was going on.

The servant words broke David from his thoughts, and he frowned. He became worried immediately he heard what the servant said and rushed to his late wife's room, whilst hoping for Louvre not to attempt anything irrelevant. He already lost his soul mate, he couldn't lose his daughter too as that might be his death.

He could have comforted his daughter earlier, but he didn't know how to. He was confused on how to console her and even he himself needs consoling, so that's why he left her alone, but now he was regretting his actions. David knew he wasn't a good father to Louvre, since the beginning because he wanted a male child but was disappointed. The only reason why he accepted Louvre was because he loved his late mate and didn't want to do anything that will hurt her.

Now that Selena was dead, he didn't know what to do with Louvre, as he was starting to feel for his daughter. He was accepting her and was ready to be a good father to Louvre. His only fear right now was for Louvre not to leave him like her mother.

He got to his late wife's room and knocked but received no reply. He knocked again, this time more loudly, but what he got was a plain silence.

David's heart started to palpitate, and he feared more. " Louvre, are you in there?!" He shouted, and his voice vibrated a bit.

" Louvre! Ple......"

His coming word was cut short by a weak reply, " Am fine.... "

David sighed and pressed his hands to his chest, he almost lost it, and he rubbed his hands together. He was very delighted that Louvre was okay and silently thanked the servant for alerting him.

" Can you please open the door? I want to see you dear Louvre." He requested in a gentle tone and eagerly waited for Louvre to open the door. But his mood was ruined, when he heard her next words, and he knew she wasn't ready to talk to him now.

" Dad, I prefer to be alone now, so can you just leave me for a while?"

David didn't know how he felt, but he tried to carry himself away from Selena's room door and walked slowly to his own room. When he got to his room, he looked around, and the room suddenly felt cold. He moved to sit on the bed, tracing his hand to the other side of the bed, and he closed his eyes to let out a sigh. The bed wasn't warm, as it was supposed to be but instead it was cold with no wrinkles.

He tried to be strong for himself, since he was now aware no one will be there for him anymore. Little tears dripping down from his eyes, wetting the big bed, and he used the back of his right hand to wiped them away, whilst snorting. Then, he picked up his phone and dialed a number, he couldn't help Louvre right now but someone else can.

Within an hour, a tall youngish man, who was an early vicenarian, arrived at the Rolands' house and was wearing a sullen expression. He didn't expect what he heard, and it was evident he was shocked.