Delphi's POV

I don't know what came over me when I blurted out my past. Perhaps I just needed someone to know what had actually happened.
I had made up my mind to keep him out of my past and go home but when he suggested that I stay back just one night, I couldn't resist the offer of a safe house not just for me. My parents would be in danger too if I were to go back home.

Lying on the bed I had contemplated the pros and cons of bringing an Alpha into this, we had done it once before but this time around I couldn't see how it would be helpful. The way he had held me as I had wept, he was physically and I think emotionally too, holding me together.

And when I drifted off to sleep after hearing him whisper promises in my ear, I knew for sure the devil in my nightmare wouldn't catch me that night, one night of peace.

In the morning I woke up to the sound of a chair being softly dragged against the wooden floor and the smell of eggs and coffee.
I blinked a couple of times to adjust to the sunlight streaming through the windows. I had predicted the headache that often accompanied my nights spent crying, consequences of peering into the past.

"Hey. Good morning. I have got breakfast and since I wasn't too sure of what you like, it's a bit of everything." I melted at his soft voice, blanketing me. It eased my headache by a fraction.

"I'm not a picky eater." I muttered under my breath as he set the tray of stored delicacies.

"Wow. This is amazing, thank you." He had gone all out with what I had only assumed to be a normal day breakfast.

He sat himself beside me on the chair keeping a socially acceptable distance between us, though I had to bite my tongue to stop from asking him to come closer. I smiled at him and pushed the tray towards him. He just shook his head.

"I had my breakfast, this is for you." Sylvester had majoring over estimated my food consumption but I didn't say anything.

I eat the food in silence, trying to not let Sylvester's gaze deter me from what was important. One thing that I appreciated was that his eyes didn't hold the pity that I knew was common. He looked concerned, constantly. Before I could dissect his expression any longer there was a knock on the door and it opened soon after. I recognised the person who knew well of my ugly past.

"Mrs Kinsley." I greeted her formally though I knew her better than to.

"Oh, Delphi, how many times have I told you to let go of the formalities." Her nonchalant behaviour to my presence in her son's room made place for doubt.

"You both know each other?" Sylvester questioned. He was now standing, making space for his mom to sit, though she dismissed the offer and simply stood beside the edge of the bed.

"We had the chance of exchanging words, yes." Mrs Kinsley being considerate thought of my well-being and hid the truth. But seeing as I had already had a foot in the mouth incident, I didn't see a need to hid anymore.

"Sylvester. There is a reason why you never got to know I had a twin or that such a tragic incident had taken place." I whispered looking into his suspecting eyes.

"Our families happen to be closer than you think. How we never crossed paths is beyond me," Seeing that we needed a moment alone Mrs Kinsley excused herself after asking if I was okay and if I needed anything.

"When Ethan passed away, we needed to keep all the details on a low so that they wouldn't find me nor my family. Your dad was still in Alpha position or it was the transition period, I am not to sure though. I hardly met with your parents though mine frequented your home quite a bit." I fiddled with the spoon making delicate noises.

"So, they erased the database having his details." Sylvester concluded shaking his head in understanding.

"How do you know that?" I demanded, seeing that in my previous words no indication of leading to that conclusion.

"I'm the Alpha. I know everything." He stated, his body language telling a tale of untold truth.
"You checked." I looked up at him with wide eyes. Disbelief coating my accusations.

"I-I," He was at loss of words.

"I can't believe I trusted you." I whispered in distaste, pulling the sheets off my body. The wooden floor felt cold against my feet but was seemingly less chilling then the shiver in my spine.

"Delphi, you don't understand." He said, trying to grab hold of my arm.
"I don't?" I taunted him. "Explain it to me then."
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to know." His meek explanation did little to ease my distress.

"Should've waited for me to tell you then. You're all talk, Sylvester. All talk." I didn't understand why I was as angry as I was. I felt betrayed.

"Delphi, no, I did wait. I saw your details and happened to stumble upon the unfortunate occurrences. Though I swear to have not known anything but that he was your twin."

He cares about us, Delphi. Enough of running away. Please. Lyra fought for a cause against mine.

"I need to leave." I stated knowing my voice had been stone cold. At that point my heart was guarded once again. In retrospection I was probably protecting myself from letting someone else in, I was a ticking time bomb.

"I'm sorry."

"I want to go home." I repeated once again.

"I'll take you." He whispered giving in.
"Can't anyone else?" I knew my words hurt him, that was not my intention. I just needed to get away.

"It's not safe. I'll take you, I won't utter a word." He breathed in defeat.
The car ride was so silent that I could hear the car creaking at every speed breaker. I left the confinement of the car without a word and walked to the front door of my house.

The house was deserted leaving me with my loud thoughts.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and angry tears made an appearance, his scent that was the source of my sanity the day before felt like poison.

Changing into a fresh set of clothes I sat on the bed, the diary was still in the same position I had left it in, lying alone on my bedsheets.

The black cover of the diary stared at me in innocence.

My recent anger and previous curiosity fought for dominance. And curiosity having the upper hand won.
I flipped through the pages reaching my destined one.

9th January 2012
Dear Diary,
It has all unraveled in an undesirable mess. At the blink of midnight I was infront of Merlyn hoping to claim her heart immediately but no indications of her being my mate came.
Not letting that dishearten me I had waited for the entire day to catch the signs. Merlyn had different ideas and thought that if we were mates it would've been better but even though we aren't we have something special.
I believe her entirely but when the special one came along I don't want her to feel second to Merlyn.
Confusion is all that I've felt since yesterday and now I don't know what to think. Merlyn or my future mate?
Over and out.
Sylvester.

I frowned at the naïve sixteen year old figuring out his life. The obviousness of her not being his mate was clear but he was still unsure of letting go of his emotions. His human side had dreamt of their future together. I could empathise with that. The heart can love more than once.

18th October 2014
Dear Diary,
I'll never meet her, will I? Two years and a couple of months more have passed with no sign of her showing herself. I travelled the seven seas for her but still I'm in the same place as before. Without my soulmate. I couldn't stay with Merlyn, though, I've come to think we have an on and off relationship between us.
Seeing as Merlyn doesn't have a problem with it, can I argue?

I still dream of her, my mate. Now I see that Merlyn never was the one but she is real. My mate has been and still is just a figment of my imagination. Perhaps I will never meet her. Perhaps my fate is meant to be alone. Perhaps I should stop dreaming. Perhaps she doesn't exist.
Over and out.
Sylvester.

That had dated the last page of the diary. The starting of the entry showed me his effort to find me.
He didn't give up easy, I could say. But being twenty now he surely must have assumed that I didn't exist. Even if he didn't want to believe that, it was better than pining over someone he had never met. He had to force himself to move on.
I was still angry at his doings but if he had travelled to find me, I could say he had tried quite a bit. Being in his place, I would have too given up the idea of finding my mate. Though, resorting to other girls wasn't a wise choice, I could see his point.

Let's forget all this and be with him, please. Lyra spoke in desperation.
I was still in quandary. It was now or never. And it didn't take me long to get my answer.

I picked up the phone and dialed the number I thought I wouldn't for a long while.

"Can we talk?"
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