My Alpha Mate's Christmas Gift

Chapter 114

[The Next Day]

“Today is… Thursday, right?” Roxanne asked aloud.

Rita was cleaning the house, while Roxanne assisted her. Together, they took care of it. From

observation, Roxanne found out that there was not really much to do in the first place. Rita was always

a clean and meticulous person. The reason for the cleaning was for another reason, so Roxanne

played along with it and helped her.

The cleaning only served as a distraction. They focused their attention on the task at hand to

escape from the depressing thoughts of what happened the previous day. The invasion of the Hunters

and the bloodshed that followed.

Eleven lives were lost on their side, and even though nearly a hundred could be counted among

the enemy corpses, the loss on the part of the werewolves was not to be considered small. Roxanne

knew some of the people that died… She had spoken to some of them, and she had seen the others

talk together.

Fortunately, of the eleven who died, none of them were children. They resembled young adults,

close to Roxanne's age. She didn’t know whether to be happy or sad about this fact.

“They’re called The Guardians. In the unlikely case of an invasion, they make sure to protect the

young ones and defend the pack… They mostly consist of young adults who are just learning

responsibility. It's meant to be a relatively easy job since that never happens though… Until now” Rita

had told her.

Roxanne smiled tearfully, looking at the people who gave up their lives to protect the young ones.

Their sacrifice was not in vain, and despite what everyone else said… They were the true heroes, not

her!

Due to Roxanne's fearlessness and brutal display of power, single handedly holding down the

Hunters before Asher came, the pack members revered her even more and told Asher, as well as the

warriors, exploits of her fight. The eyes they used to look at her, full of respect and awe… She didn’t

deserve it… The dead ones did.

However, what was the point of these thoughts? It only served to make her miserable. She tried

drowning it with work, just like Rita, but they kept coming back to her. This couldn’t continue anymore.

She had to do something to lift everyone from such a brooding and depressing mood.

“Yes, it is. Why are you asking?” Rita answered tiredly, unlike her usual self.

This was the effect of the battle on her.

“That means today's date is…” Roxanne counted her fingers as she numbered the days.

“December 23rd!!!” Roxanne exclaimed.

Rita was shaken by Roxanne's sudden outburst and couldn’t understand the reason behind it.

“And…?!” Rita asked impatiently. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Then tomorrow is Christmas Eve!” Roxanne stated.

"O-Oh is that so…?" Rita's voice trailed off. Clearly, she wasn't interested in whatever Roxanne

was suggesting.

However, an idea had already sparked in Roxanne's head, and she wouldn’t let up no matter what.

“That's it, Rita! That’s what we have to do!” Roxanne said excitedly to her friend, who was stunned

by Roxanne's bubbly personality.

Roxanne hugged Rita tightly, causing the latter to be flustered.

“W-What are you talking about?” Rita said, trying to remove herself from Roxanne's embrace.

In the midst of the sorrow and depression, it was obvious the thing to do was mourn. However,

Roxanne had had enough of such negativity. She was tired of feeling sorry for herself and giving in to

misery. When her father died, she kept the cloud of sadness hanging over her head, it followed her for

years

But she had finally been cured of that. If she, if everyone in the pack didn’t take any action now,

the clouds would return and stay over everyone's head.

In such a scenario, she came up with the ideal solution. Instead of focusing on what they lost, they

should celebrate what was saved. They could grieve for the ones who had departed, but also they

needed to be joyous and grateful for those who remained.

And the perfect season for that was just around the corner.

“Rita, we’re going to celebrate Christmas!” Roxanne declared.

Rita's face was stunned after hearing Roxanne say this. Was she crazy? After everything that had

happened, she wanted to do something like that? But Roxanne wasn’t crazy. Rita realised that after

seeing Roxanne's eyes.

She too had been affected by the deaths of everyone. It hadn’t been long since she came to the

pack, but she already considered everyone to be like family to her. That was why… She wanted the

ones who were still alive to stop being sad and knocked down, she wanted them all to be happy.

A smile formed on Rita's face.

“What am I doing? Roxanne's right. This is no time to be moping about in depression…” Rita

thought to herself.

She nodded and smiled as Roxanne released her from her embrace. She wholeheartedly agreed.

They would celebrate! They had to, for the sake of everyone who was still alive.

However, one problem remained…

“Roxy… How does one celebrate Christmas?”