The Alpha's Exchanged Mate
The Alpha’s Exchanged Mate – Chapter 212

Edwina’s POV…

I rolled to the side of the bed, trying to find a comfortable side of the bed to rest in, but I couldn’t. I had been awake since about seven am, but I couldn’t find myself standing up from the bed. I just wanted to remain there, most especially to avoid seeing Xander. At the same time, I was aching badly for food and a nice cup of tea. My baby and I had awoken with a craving for food.

Turning around to get a hold of my phone, I attempted to dial Becca when there came a knock on the door. As I got off the bed reluctantly to open it, I hoped it wouldn’t be Xander. Nothing has prepared me for such a discussion this morning.

Opening it, I found Becca by the door with a platter of food. “Oh my goodness, Becca! You are godsent.” I muttered, opening the door widely.

My eyes glazed at the sumptuous sight of the breakfast of bacon, toast, scrambled egg, sausage, some freshly made juice, and a cup of tea to cap it all.

“How in the world did you do this? Do you live in my mind?” I said to her, settling into the bed to enjoy the meal.

I ate it all like I had been starved for a whole week. Everything tasted exquisite. I didn’t want to stop eating, but then I was filled up and couldn’t go any further. My back rested on a stretched pillow when I noted Becca’s mood.

She appeared gloomier than last night, “what’s wrong, Becca?” I inquired.

Adjusting herself to the single couch available in the room, she sighed. “I wish I could get it off my mind, but I can’t seem to sleep.”

“Me too. The hunger I felt this morning was just the type that makes one forget all about their worries.”

I felt a wave of sadness rush through me again, just as I had felt when I woke up. It was hard to not think of it; being betrayed by someone you love and respect is one of the most painful forms of heartbreak anyone can go through.

And mine seems fairer compared to what Becca was going through. It hurts me to see her going through so much pain and me being unable to help out.

“You don’t have to look so solemn, Becca.” I tried to console her.

“It’s hard to not think of Luna, I thought Caleb would be different, and I have finally found my happiness. How could he do this to me?”. She broke down into tears again.

Standing up, I moved close to her rubbing her shoulders slowly, trying to calm her down. This was the height of it. Becca appears to be one of the strongest people I have ever met in my entire life. She was always quick to brace herself for whatever came at her. She still hummed the tears a bit loudly; I am such a poor consoler.

“Enough of your tears, Becca, please. You know what, let’s head out for some shopping might lighten your mood.” I offered. The perks of being the alpha’s mate is me getting to spend the alpha’s money in whichever way I wanted.

Today won’t be an exception, as I plan on making Becca have a fill if it requires spending his life savings. I really don’t care, even though I do care a bit. But he deserves it, considering what he and his friend have done to both Becca and me.

Sniffing, Becca raised her head up. “Won’t that be too much on you?”

“That’s so sweet of you, Becca,” I said, heading towards my closet to pick out a dress. “You know I suck at consoling. This is my way of letting you know that I care about you genuinely.”

She stayed quiet for a while, not saying a word, “how exactly are you feeling, though?” She asked, sniffing.

I shrugged with my back turned against her, not really knowing what the hell I was searching for in the closet. The perks of being a luna, few clothes had been brought in from the cloth store specially put in the palace for the alpha and luna the very minute I got into the room. All of the clothes appear to be the same design with different colours. If it wasn’t necessary to wear regal clothes as the Luna, some baggy shirts and Jean would do just fine. I haven’t been feeling comfortable wearing long dresses lately.

“Let me help with that.” Becca offered, standing next to me.

I sighed, knowing that was my cue to speak my truth. “The thing is, I really don’t know, Becca. What I do know is I am really tired of being played as the weak one. Being tagged as timid. I won’t let anyone trample on my intelligence and feelings anymore, not even the alpha.”

“You have changed a lot,” Becca noted.

“Is it positive or negative? Whichever way it is, I want to believe I am doing what is right for not just myself but my child.”

She let out a small chuckle, “I mean, look at you. You hardly ever get pissed and let things slide. I am proud that you are standing for what you want this time, not what others think you should want.”

“I was almost worried I might be doing too much.”

“No, you are not; it’s the best feeling of liberation ever. Standing on what you think and know is right.”

I clapped my hands in delight, “let’s go catch some nice fun. It’s been quite a while since the saga of my father returning.”

It surprised me that I didn’t feel any awkward when I made mention of my father. I was finally healing.

“I should go back to my room and dress up then,” Becca said with an unusual look on her face. “Do you need me to help you pick a dress?”

I waved her off,” you don’t have to worry, Becca. I got this. Should we take Star along?”

“Don’t you think that would be too much work, and also, attention would be on her?”

I nodded, “you are right. Alright then, go get changed while I also do. We would shop for her then; I almost forgot she doesn’t have many baby things.”

“Yes. I would leave now.”

Becca bowed a bit, leaving the room. I shouldn’t be this excited, though, humming an unknown song as I checked through the closet, clueless as to what I was to pick. To think I rejected Becca’s help when I am obviously helpless.

Eventually, settling for an emerald green dress with a V neckline. It seemed perfect. I wanted to style myself, not seeking help. I needed to adjust to doing things myself just in case I needed to leave soon.

My heart sank again at the thought, but I was no longer the Edwina of back then. No one would do as they wished with me anymore. That’s a promise I am making to myself.