THE ALPHA'S VIRGIN SLAVE: Submit Alpha Ian's curse - Chapter 371: Chapter 371

Tanya's POV
"Calm down and speak slowly, mother," I said, trying to steady her voice.
"I can't calm down, Tanya! I can't!" she screamed, her voice loud and cracked.
I could tell she was crying, but I had no idea why. She was rambling, saying things that didn't make sense.
"Mother, I'm close to the house, and I'm driving," I said.
"Then park your fucking car!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
I sighed heavily, steering the car toward a parking spot close to the house. I parked and took a deep breath.
"Mother, please calm down and tell me what happened," I said softly.
"I don't know what's going on, but August... Oh my God," she cried loudly.
"What did he do?" I asked, my heart racing.
"I went to check on him after he wouldn’t pick up my calls. I was so worried. When I got there and saw him, I hugged him—maybe I shouldn’t have," she said, her voice trembling.
"He didn’t hug me back," she whispered, and I frowned.
"That’s why you’re crying?" I asked, confused.
"I’m not fucking stupid to cry over that!" she screamed.
"Then what exactly happened!" I yelled back, my frustration growing.
"He looked at me and said the wedding was off. He said, 'I don’t love you anymore; I don't want to be with you.' He even told me to hit him if it would make me feel better because he refused to spend the rest of his life with me," she sobbed.
I sat there in silence, guilt bubbling inside me.
"Did he really say that?" I asked softly.
"He told me to burn everything he left in my apartment. August is not one to joke about hurting my feelings. It’s like he was someone else. I thought maybe he'd call after a few hours, but he didn’t. He even blocked my number! Oh my God, what do I do? I don't know what to do!" she cried, her voice breaking.
"Mother, how about you rest?" I suggested seriously.
"Did you not hear what I just said?" she shouted.
"I did," I replied calmly.
"How can I rest after losing the man of my dreams? How do I face my colleagues who were looking forward to my wedding? I feel so humiliated!" she sobbed uncontrollably.
I stepped out of the car, shut the door behind me, and started walking toward the house, my mind racing. What was I supposed to say to comfort her? Should I tell her the truth?
"Mom, I’m so sorry," I whispered, my throat tight.
"Is it because I’m old? Was I bad in bed? Maybe I put too much into my work, and he felt neglected," she cried.
I was about to reach for the door when it swung open.
"Hey, sweetie," my dad greeted me with a smile.
I handed him my phone.
"It's mom. She's upset about the breakup."
He quickly took the phone and walked back inside, his voice low as he spoke to her.
"Hey honey, what's wrong?" he asked
I slowly made my way to my room, collapsing onto my bed with a heavy sigh. Guilt gnawed at me. Was I really a terrible daughter for not telling her the truth about me and August?
I glanced at the mirror on the wall. "You are a terrible bitch," I muttered, pushing my hair behind my ear.
"Tell her the truth," I whispered. "Do it today."
My fingers traced my lips as I remembered August’s kiss and his confession. I couldn’t help but smile. I loved him—being with him made everything else disappear.
"Sweetie," my dad called from outside my room.
"I'm coming," I answered, opening the door.
"Here," he said, handing me back my phone.
"Did she hang up?" I asked.
"Yes, she’ll probably call me soon," he replied.
"Dad, I’m sorry for dragging you into this. I didn’t know how to comfort her," I said sincerely.
"It’s okay, sweetie. You did well. I’ll talk to her and help her feel better," he said, kissing my forehead gently before walking away.
I stared at my phone for a moment before dialing August’s number, my heart pounding as I waited for him to answer.
"Hey, beautiful," he greeted, and I barely contained a squeal.
"Hey," I said, clearing my throat.
"Did you miss me?" he asked, his voice playful.
"You mean, did you miss me?" I teased.
"Absolutely. I miss you so much," he replied, making me blush.
"Well, we’re talking now," I said softly.
"Talking doesn’t fill the void. I miss your mesmerizing eyes, holding your hand, the way you blush and look away when you’re shy. I miss touching your hair, hugging you close," he said, his voice like a warm embrace.
I smiled, pressing my free hand to my cheek.
"Are you still there?" he asked after a moment of silence.
"Reid," I whispered.
"Yes, beautiful?" he replied softly.
"I miss you too. I wish you were here so I could touch you and stay in your arms," I said, feeling shy but unable to hold back.
"Don’t worry, it won’t be long before you’re in my arms again. Be patient, my love," he reassured me.
"I know," I murmured, my heart full.
"I love you," I whispered.
"I know. I can hear it in your voice," he chuckled softly.
"Tanya," he called seriously.
"Yes?" I answered.
"I love you more." He whispered the words.
I disconnected the call and screamed into my pillow with joy. If this was a dre
am, I never wanted to wake up. But then again we needed to face my mother one way or another.
"Will she disown me? Or perhaps wish for my death?" I asked myself in a low tone.
I wanted to laugh it off and tell myself how I was imagining things, but deep down I knew she was going to wish I wasn't born.