My Personal Lycan King

VICTORIA'S POV

"Aunt Marla?" I shouted as soon as I reached my house.

"Over here!" I heard a distant voice. Following the voice, I spotted aunt Marla and one more man sitting on the patio.

"Victoria. This is my boyfriend Markus that I had told you about. Markus, this is my niece Victoria." She said, introducing both of us.

I politely smiled at him before turning on my heels and going inside the kitchen to pour myself some water.

"Hey Markus, I need to talk to my niece about something important. I hope you don't mind. How about I meet you back at your home?" I heard aunt Marla say to her boyfriend before the sound of a door opening and closing echoed in the house.

"Now, miss Victoria Gibberson, will you tell me what's going on here? Why am I coming to know of your departure, or should I say disappearing for a month from some random guy?" She said, mimicking the cold look with her hands on her waist in an intimidating manner.

"You knew?" I couldn't help but ask myself.

Turning around, I repeated my question.

"Do you also know about me? That I am not a human?" 

"That, Victoria..." Marla said, her stuttering voice a clear indication that she knew about it.

"I would like to hear the truth only. Please?" I asked, not in the mood of any lies after what happened at Alexander's house.

"Yes, I knew. I knew all about it. Even your parents knew all about, what you are, how important your existence is for Martha and Nelson, and how your real grandfather wants to kill you." Marla said, and I couldn't help but smile sadly at that.

"Please continue." 

"When you were born, no one expected you to be born a hybrid. It's against the law of nature for a person to have both werewolf and witch qualities and powers. It was okay if you have only genes, but your grandmother Azrael told everyone that it wasn't the case with you. You not only possessed the recessive dormant genes but the powers too. It was her only who had put a spell on you so that your powers don't show up before you turn of age and also for your powers to suppress the werewolf transformation." Marla said as we both sat in the living room to talk about things.

"Then?"

"Your grandfather heard the conversation between Azrael and your mother, and well rest you must've already figured out." 

"Are they alive? My real parents, I mean." 

Initially, we had allowed him to kill a baby exactly like yours when you were an infant, and he had thought that you died. Thinking that keeping you in the kingdom was risky, your mother gave you to your adoptive parents, who were their servers

years before when your powers reacted, you must remember how you had fainted in the forest and you said you saw some black glint. It was your powers, who were trying to protect you from the rogues, and

died because my grandfather found about me?" I couldn't help

scratches on their arms

not exactly the reason. Your adoptive parents were not killed by your grandfather, but by someone, about whom, if you don't

deep down, no?" I couldn't help

doing before she

care of me and provide me with a home. You must loath me, no? Isn't that the reason why you don't

I forgot to tell you, I am your real aunt. I mean, I am your biological father Nelson's real sister. Besides, your

because you transformed not long ago." She said before smiling politely

see me? I saw them for the first time in my dreams when I came here. Will they never accept

sound rude and hard for you, but I don't think you'll ever meet them in real.

I couldn't help but say as I felt

a tear fell from my eyes as I thought

parents died because of me. My real parents may never meet me in

that I wasn't supposed to be born from day one since I came to know about my real personality. Closing my eyes I placed my hands on my forehead, leaning on the sofa as my mind started to become fuzzy with the negative thoughts

"Victoria! Stop it!" 

Damn it!"

"Victoria! Victoria Gibberson!" 

to stop it this instant!" I heard a distant voice as I struggled to open

and couldn't help but gasp

say my living room was a mess would be an

water flowing out from the kitchen's tap covered the floor and had frozen. The couch and cushions were floating in the air. The table

knowing what to do, who was standing there with an angry expression on her

I am sorry." I couldn't help but say before closing my eyes again

control all of it, however, the damage was already

the curtains before replacing them with a new one and doing the same with the other

last time before jolting out of the house as my emotions were still not under my control, and hurting Marla was the last

me to control my emotions as Azrael had suggested me to

my mind still on Marla's words that I might not meet my parents, I collided

be worse,