I wipe my sweating palms on my top nervously as Kaden and I sit on the bench outside in the garden.
“So...” I start.
He sighs. “Can we quit the small talk please?”
My expression instantly hardens. So he wants to play it that way.
“Alright. Why are you coming after me now?”
He looks at me, and my heart breaks. The look on his face is so painful and shattered, I want to take him in my arms.
He sighs and his amber eyes meet mine. “My mom met my dad when she was travelling through his territory.” He swallows harshly, as if the words have turned to lead in his throat.” They fell in love instantly. They had me a year later, and got maried when I was two years old.”
“What does this have to do with-” I start.
He breaks me off, continuing to speak, and my wolf bristles at the disrespect, Alpha genes struggling for control.
“Then when I was 9 we found out Mom had cancer. My dad-he didn’t take it very well. He started drinking a lot, mainly faery wine to make himself drunk. He would come home and beat the both of us.”
Unshed tears glint in his eyes, making my wolf whine and my fists clench from hatred for his father.
“The chemotherapy wasn’t working on her because of her wolf, and her wolf slowly began to weaken as my dad continued to do the same thing over and over again. He’d always say sorry, but would do it again without thinking twice.”
“Then, one day, my om couldn’t take it. Between raising me, her wolf, and my dad, the stress was too much for her.”
“No.” I gasp, not bothering to hide the tears running down my cheeks.
He nods, crying as well. “I came home from training to see her lying in her bedroom, looking like she was asleep, next to an empty bottle of wolfsbane.”
“I didn’t hesitate to storm into my father’s room. I- I don’t even remember what happened. My wolf lost control. Next thing I knew, my father was dead as well.”
He looks like a tortured angel, beautiful but suffering.
I take his hand in mine and squeeze it, but he rips it away.
“I don’t deserve you. I’m a monster.” he whispers brokenly.