Chapter 57: Chapter 57

Sierra pov.

Three days had passed after I had dug the ground and buried my mother inside.

I still could not believe that my mother was gone, and I could no longer see her.

I sat in my mother's favorite chair, not moving an inch. I had been sitting there, crying, refusing to stand up. All I wanted was to know who did this to my mother.

I remembered how the village had yelled, calling me a witch. I could feel the accusations, blaming me for my mother's death. And even now, the pain still consumed me from within.

I looked down at the ground, feeling my heart pounding rapidly. This wasn't what I wanted. This wasn't the dream I had envisioned.

I remained in that position for an hour until I heard the sound of a door opening and footsteps approaching. I thought it was Henry, so I yelled, "Go away!"

I didn't hear him say anything, but then I heard another familiar voice.

"Sierra."

I slowly looked up, and my eyes met Williams'. I wanted to stand up and walk away, but I couldn't. I just felt weak and exhausted.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, my anger evident in my tone.

I could see the hurt in his eyes as he looked at me. Just as he took a step toward me, I yelled, "Don't even think about it!"

I was angry, and I was furious. This was never what I wanted, but what could I do? It was because of him that my life had turned out this way.

"Sierra," he called my name again, and I looked up at him, my anger still burning. But just as I was about to speak, the door swung open, and Henry walked in. He looked at me, tears already staining my face, and then glanced at Williams, who appeared saddened.

"Sierra, are you okay?" Henry rushed to me, pulling me closer to him.

"I don't want to see him," I whispered, my voice on the verge of vanishing.

Henry rose from his seat, striding towards Williams. The fury emanating from him was palpable, even through a mere gaze. But what unfolded next left me utterly shocked.

"Get out," Henry commanded, his voice cutting through the tense air.

I observed as William, taken aback, looked up at him, then glanced at me. I remained motionless, merely a witness to the unfolding events, my curiosity piqued.

"If she had never entered our lives, extending her helping hand, you might have met your demise by now. She saved us, restored our humanity. Without her, I could have perished beside you, not only as a human but as a fox," Henry shouted, his eyes ablaze with anger. The intensity of his gaze towards Williams was unmistakable.

To my surprise, Williams rose to his feet. I anticipated a retaliation from the Alpha, but instead, he dropped to his knees, his gaze fixed on me and Henry.

"Please forgive me," he pleaded, his voice trembling, tears welling in his eyes. "I was a fool, and I neglected you, Sierra. I deeply regret my grave mistakes, including the tragic loss of your mother."

As he stared at me, a wave of sadness washed over me, but upon reflecting on the past, anger resurfaced.

"Get out," I declared, rising to my feet, feeling the strength return to my legs, accompanied by the crackling of my bones.

Approaching him, he attempted to reach out to me, but I evaded his touch, drawing closer to Henry.

"Why should I forgive you, Williams? I have heard 'I'm sorry' for so many days, and yet my life has been nothing but hell. I loved you, even if I didn't want to. Everyone rejected you, but I stood by your side, ensuring your safety. However, in the end, what did I see? Disappointment. If I had known that this would be my fate, I would have rejected you. But now, we are already bound to each other, and I don't know if I should believe in the bond we once shared anymore."

I wanted to cry, but I held it in, not wanting him to see my tears. Just hearing those words made me feel hurt and regretful.

"Please, get out of my house."

After saying that, I was about to turn and walk away when he reached out and grabbed my hand, falling to his knees once again.

"Please, Sierra. This time, I am truly sorry. Please, don't leave me. Don't make my life even more hellish than it has become. I am so sorry. I promise this time I will make sure you receive all the love you need. Just come back, please."

As I witnessed him utter those words, they sounded sincere. But should I believe him, or should I turn a deaf ear to his pleas?

I pushed his hands away from me and stepped back, not wanting him to touch me again. I looked at him as he gazed back at me. He appeared hurt, broken, and shattered, but I was in my own personal hell, feeling the anguish and pain that came with resentment, and he had not come to halt it.

"I'm sorry, Williams, but I love someone else."

I stated, leaving both him and Henry in shock.

"You can't be serious, Sierra," he said, but I didn't spare him a glance, my eyes locked with Henry's.

"Yes, I am serious. And the person is right here."

I walked over to Henry as he stood, observing my approach. I gently placed my hand on his face, drawing him closer, and then I kissed him.

I could feel the profound shock reverberating through him as he stood there, unable to comprehend the enormity of my actions. However, without uttering a single word, he gently placed his hand on my trembling head and drew my face closer to his, bridging the gap between us.

The air thickened with a sense of remorse, as I acknowledged the wrongness of my current course of action. This was not what I was meant to be doing, nor was it the path I had envisioned for myself. Yet, in order to sever the lingering ties that bound me to William, I knew deep within that I had to embark on this perilous journey.