Leilani.
"I could not marry Ragnar even though he was the one I loved." Her voice cut through the silence, echoing in my ears like the sounds of betrayal. "...and after my mother’s death, I had no other choice but to continue with the wedding arrangents with Malakai. I an, how else was I ant to pay back the debt if not uphold our betrothal?" She asked, but frankly, I couldn’t respond.
I didn’t know what to say or how to voice how betrayed I felt. So I simply heaved a sigh and moved away from her, as if I could no longer stand the thought of sharing a space with her.
Which I couldn’t...
Especially not after everything.
Her shiny blue eyes followed my movents and they fell when I rose to my feet, my limbs shaky as I took several steps back.
"But it doesn’t make any sense." I said after a mont of silence, shaking my head. "It doesn’t make sense that you were with Ragnar, my father, before you t Malakai..." I trailed off, my breath catching when she nodded slowly in agreent.
"Which is possible... but how am I Ragnar’s child? Did you keep seeing him even after being married to your husband?" I finished.
However, I hadn’t even finished saying those words when she quickly nodded, her eyes glinting with sothing akin to yearning and a bit of mischief as she explained;
"I never broke up with Ragnar. I could never leave him even after being married."
So in other words, she was a cheat... an infidel... fuck!
"He tried to remain in my life by becoming friends with Malakai. He attended my wedding... stood by as my only family left. But behind closed doors, we continued with our affair. We were always intimate. I slept with him while being pregnant with Gavin, slept with him even afterwards. And when I took in the second ti after a series of sexual escapades with him, I feared that the child would be his. And guess what...?"
"What?" I snorted disinterestedly, disgust rising in my stomach like the largest bile there is.
I couldn’t even hide the disgust on my face as I watched her shake violently, her clasped hands and legs vibrating as she shook her head again and again.
"Mrs Blackthorne!" Zevran yelled from behind , but being unfazed said nothing.
I simply folded my arms across my chest. "You asked to guess but I cannot. So go on." I spat.
Her eyes t mine for a fleeting mont and I saw sothing akin to regret fleet past them before she quickly shut it down and seethed;
"I gave birth to twins. Two girls. And while one belonged to Malakai, husband, the other one was his. And you... you Leilani exposed my illicit affair to the world."
The fact that despite all of what she’d just explained to , she still saw as the villain... like this was all my fault... made see her in different light.
It made hate her to an impossible extent.
Made so mad I wanted to scratch at my face.
I gritted my teeth as I pulled away from her, ignoring the searing heat now running up the length of my back due to how closely Zevran was standing behind , and I hissed;
"And where can I find him now?"
"Who?" She asked with wide eyes.
"My father... Ragnar." I snapped, "...where can I find him?"
It took a mont for her to respond to and when she finally did, she bead a smile at — one that seed so maniacal, it made shivers run down my spine. She slurred;
"I don’t know."
"Mother!"
"For real, I don’t!" She yelled back at . "He suddenly disappeared from our lives shortly after your birth. Malakai swore to kill him and he fled, never returning. So I done know if he’s still alive or dead. All I know is that he never ca back."
"And you never felt his death?" I snapped, because truth be told, if they were really mates then she would’ve felt it. She would’ve—
"I mourned him so much. I was hurt for a long ti, it felt like he died. So Leilani... I really don’t know."
When she said these words, I did not know how to feel. I did not know whether to be mad or sad or downright irritated. I hated that she was going round in circles and that she wouldn’t just respond to with clear words.
My hands balled into fists, itching with the irresistible urge to shake her until she passed out, especially since she still had the effrontery to smile smugly at . And when she threw her head back and smiled, her gaze eting mine, I wasn’t so surprised when I noticed the lack of remorse in her eyes...
The shalessness... the spite... And I could not understand it.
Goddess, it seed as though she would do it all over again if given the chance, and I could not wrap my head around why I was the one she hated not herself.
Not herself for creating this ss in the first place. Not herself for being a two-tir.
My breath caught at the thought, and what was more hurting was how she was the one who had committed the cri, yet I was the one who had paid for it for most of my life.
I bit down against the spiteful retort bubbling up within and heaved a sigh, my voice cold as I mumbled; "I have another question to ask."
Mother lifted her head then. Her eyes roved the length of my body and then darted away to look at the male standing behind . She scoffed derisively, sounding almost insane as she spat; "What is it?"
I did not hesitate. I asked; "Did you ever suppress my wolf?"
Deep down, I knew the answer to that question but I had this urge to hear it directly from the horse’s mouth. However, as soon as I asked her that, she stopped smiling, frowned and hissed;
"You don’t have a wolf..."
"You know that’s a lie, Mrs—"
"You have a beast." She snapped interrupting . "What you have is an abominable combination of a wolf and a lycan... and to worsen it all, you seem to co from a strange ancient lycan lineage..."
The lineage of Dark knights...?
"Did you suppress it?!" I yelled, interrupting her. "Did you and your husband do this to ?"
"Yes!" She sneered even before I could finish, her eyes brimming with tears, "Malakai and I tried to suppress your wolf to hide the truth about your birth from the rest of the pack."
"And then you both made the pack’s runt that way. You made live all my life thinking that I was defective because I couldn’t shift."
"Leilani—" Zevran started but stopped when my mother hissed;
"You are defective."
And goddess, that stung.
It stung like a motherfucking bitch!
"You hurt beyond words. And it wasn’t even my fault that you decided to cheat on your betrothed. I am not mad that you cheated or that I was illy treated. I am mad that I suffered for sothing you committed. That I was made to pay for your cris!" I yelled, hating the way my voice trembled and the way the corners of my eyes burned with unshed tears.
Wiping them off before they had the effrontery to fall, I drew in a deep breath and turned to face mother again, my voice icy—way too icy—as I spat;
"I suffered for you, Maurice. Take this cell as your karma."
"You said you’ll help out if I said the truth." She began to say but stopped when I quickly raised my hand, silencing her.
"And you were stupid to ever believe my words. You are gullible to think that I. the child you hurt so badly would help you out of here. Have a nice life!" I hissed, and with that, I turned and walked out of the cell without sparing her a second glance.
And as I walked, tears stread down my face, my breath ca in short rasps and my body shook with pain... with anger.. with betrayal.
That is until I walked into a wall...
Not a wall but a body,
Heat seared in the places where our bodies touched; And I glanced up just then to see who it belonged to:
"Jay?"
"I heard you ca here with Alpha Zevran and decided to co pick you up." He answered softly, his eyes soft as he took in the look on my face.
And maybe it was his voice.. maybe it was the way it made feel, but I found myself throwing my arms around his neck and sobbing into his chest like my entire world was crashing and burning.
It wasn’t, but I missed him like crazy.
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