Chapter 111 - A Proper Explanation

Hours passed, and the sun dawned on Eudora once more. 

Madeline woke up, immediately thinking about her plans with Xavier.

Speaking of Xavier, he had woken up particularly excited for whatever reason.

Thankfully, he managed to get a wink of sleep thanks to a bit of convincing from Madeline.

'Madeline,' he thought, remembering their plans. 

It was the first thing he thought of the entire day.

No, not the duties he had to fulfill or anything else.

Xavier felt his heart pounding. His pulse was racing, and he felt extremely restless for whatever reason. 

He placed a hand on his forehead. 

His entire body felt… 

Hot?

Why was that so?

He shook his head, refusing to let those red flags tamper with his day. It was probably temporary. 

They'd vanish as soon as he got something to eat, or began working.

Xavier's workpile had evidently decreased over the couple of days, so luckily, his schedule wasn't as tight or packed as usual.

Madeline was delighted to hear that. Spending time with Xavier was a delight, and she wished to do it more often if not for his schedule limiting him.

However, now that he had more leeway, Madeline intended to milk it for all its worth. Whatever it took if it meant she got to spend time with her dear friend.

She was living life.

Getting to know her father, a new aunt in her life, being able to reconnect with Briar as well as see Xavier more often. She was content with it as is. 

From Xavier's recollection, Rosalynn ended up 'crashing' in a spare room in Eudora.

At this point, Eudora had an endless amount of rooms. And by endless, one meant fifty, excluding the facilities Eudora provided. 

Fifty rooms were constructed to accomodate any guests. Say, a messenger from another pack. Or, accomodation for new members. 

Rosalynn was shocked when she had been offered accomodation at Eudora; she found it strange that everyone was being so compassionate to her. 

And the sad part of this was that… The reason she found it strange was because she had never been treated this compassionately by Emilio.

Emilio was nowhere near compassionate. Not even to her, and she was Cornelia's closest confidant. They were practically sisters at this point. 

It was no wonder Emilio was skeptical of Rosalynn visiting him only to talk. She must've had another intention. Something other than to visit the girl that was practically her niece. 

Maybe Cornelia did send her after all. 

Rosalynn had always been an expert at trickery and lying. She was a trickster, using her powers for her entertainment most of the time. That was part of the reason Emilio was never too fond of her. 

Although, it seemed like Rosalynn had changed her ways now. 

Emilio hoped she was being genuine, and that he hadn't fallen victim to another one of her tricks again. 

If he had, not only would it be extremely embarrassing, it'd prove that Rosalynn never changed.

Emilio always wondered what someone like Rosalynn was doing around Cornelia, until he realized Cornelia and her bore many similarities.

Cornelia too was a playful person at one point in her life. She 'grew out' of it eventually, and it seemed that so did Rosalynn. 

They complimented each other, Emilio knew that now. It took him ages to figure out, and a part of him knew that there would never come a time where he fully understood Cornelia, even when he assumed he did back in the past.

Oh, how foolish he was.

Now, returning back to Xavier… 

He was having a rough morning, feeling all sickly. It was never before seen. 

The alpha, feeling sickly?

Xavier refused to confide in Adrian. This was something Adrian was better off knowing.

And this was exactly how Xavier worked.

He kept secrets from those that cared about him, especially at times they needed to know how he was doing or should have been by his side. 

Xavier never told them anything until they either found out themselves or Xavier was comfortable enough to tell them. He too knew it was a problem, but everyone knowing about his current symptoms was unnecessary. It really wasn't.

And besides, why would anyone care if he felt a tad bit sickly? He was supposed to follow his daily routine, in which he sucked it up, acted like he felt nothing and was completely fine and went on with his life just like that.

It worked for centuries. No one questioned him.

The majority of his pack adored him, with a couple of exceptions. 

Ahem, Emilio worshippers. 

However, Xavier didn't let that get to him. If he spent his entire lifetime trying to get people to like him, then that would be a life not worth living, would it?

It would be worthless and nerve racking, if everything he did was to please others. 

By doing the exact opposite, he succeeded. Xavier did what he thought he needed to do, and was rewarded in the process by fate.

He was given the title of alpha. That was fate's gift to him.

One could argue that there was another gift far more valuable than his title as alpha, but that was not one could disclose so publically. 

Besides, that was mainly for Xavier to figure out.

With the bottom half of his body neatly wrapped in a towel, he picked out something for him to wear with clothes suitable to have lunch with a friend in mind when he did. 

After quickly getting dressed, he exited his cabin. And in a mere couple of seconds, he was back in his office. 

The familiar scent of Rassia lingered in his office. It had been proven to increase productivity and alertness, so Xavier kept a Rassia plant in his office. 

Taking a deep breath in, he convinced himself he was fine before he took a seat on his office chair. 

Xavier told himself, 'Today is going to be a fine day. I'm going to work, have lunch with Madeline, and then continue working. That's it. No distractions.'

'No distractions at all,' he clarified. 

For someone that loved work, he didn't seem as motivated to work today as he usually was. 

Why was that, anyway?

The question of Xavier's day. 

'Why was that?'

He had skipped breakfast as he didn't feel hungry. 

'Strange, not only have I lost my appetite, I'm slightly feverish, I couldn't sleep well, I have heart palpitations, and a racing pulse.'

He dismissed his racing pulse and his difficulty sleeping. That was normal. 

The heart palpitations were strange though. His heart didn't beat this fast. His cheeks weren't usually this fiery hot. 

Did it have something to do with him overexerting himself? He doubted so.

This had gone on for centuries, so why would he only get tired of everything now?

Surely he would've reached his limit a long time ago if this was the case, no?

So why now? 

Why was this day ruined with these strange occurings?

Xavier was never this way, this was a first. 

When he was a human, he had felt sick and close to dying. 

But he was a werewolf now, his human years were long gone now. They were long behind him.

He retained all of his human memories, yes. 

However, he chose not to reminisce on them as he felt… A tad bit ashamed of them, really. 

His human side of him was vulnerable. 

He was once weak and unable to protect himself; he was once a human. 

The him that thought being turned into a werewolf was a curse now thought of it as a blessing. 

His life was extended. He outlived humans, and he was given special abilities. 

Xavier had been so occupied with his newfound powers when he was newly turned, that it was what blinded him. 

Years passed by, and Xavier grew to love his powers more and more. Then, he discovered that werewolf packs existed and joined one. 

He worked his way up to the top, and after decades of hard work, he made it to the treasured beta position.

During that time, Xavier was still unknown to most. He was still that mysterious newcomer that happened to grab Alpha Emilio's attention, and that one thing helped him become beta. 

And during that time, Xavier had only one friend. 

A delta by the name of Adrian. 

Who knew that fate had more in plan for them than just beta and delta?

They both received huge promotions when Xavier had defeated Emilio once and for all. 

Sure, his decision not to kill Emilio shocked Adrian, who was the only person who knew of Xavier's decision. 

Everyone else assumed Emilio was dead. Sure, Xavier had stuttered and chose not to kill Emilio right away, but he was swiftly killed afterwards.

But no, that wasn't the case.

Because of that, Madeline was born decades later, whilst Emilio was still imprisoned in his cave.

And just like him, she was the first of generations.