Roman’s POV
Inside the room, I stood by the window, staring outside. The witch was finally dead, and my life was peaceful once more.
As a kid, I always wondered what I ever did to deserve such a mother who only cared for herself and didn’t feel any remorse when one of her kids died and another was about to.
Other kids had loving mothers; my brother and I used to watch those kids cozying up to their mothers while we only longed for such love and affection. It was always a foreign feeling which we couldn’t get despite having a mother.
I tried my best to care for my little brother and to not let him feel unloved, but in the end, I failed and he died. What if I was stronger and could protect him? But I was nothing but a child.
After she sold to the traffickers, I had already given up on my life. That abuse was unbearable; the world felt dark, painful and full of monsters. My own mother felt like a monster to .
When she sold and I was being dragged away, I cried and begged her to not leave there.
"Mommy, please don’t leave here... I will be a good boy... I will listen to you...mommy, please take back..."
I closed my moist eyes as my own pitiful voice still echoed in my mind that how desperate I was to be not sold. I felt like an helpless, worthless abandoned animal.
She didn’t listen, no one listened.
In return, she offered a hateful glare and said, "You shouldn’t have been born. Now go to hell and die."
During those days among traffickers, I often felt it was a good thing that my brother died early, or that bitch would have sold him as well. I was glad he didn’t have to suffer what I did. His small body, his soul was safe and untainted in the grave rather than out in the world.
One fine day when I felt I was finally going to die finally after they brutally assaulted , I was rescued.
Kael’s father and his people rescued so many other kids like , and we were sent to the orphanage.
Even then, that bitch ca to get back, but Kael’s mother drove her away.
I thought I would never see her again after that, and the past two decades went by peacefully, but she had to show up again.
With her return, all the old wounds on my soul felt like they ca alive, those buried unbearable mories started haunting again. The child inside would never forget what they did with . How could soone be so cruel to a child, I often asked that question to myself, and there was no answer.
I should have killed her the day I saw her in the hospital, but I resorted to talk with her. I told her I wouldn’t do what she asked to do and that she should stay away from . How foolish of to think she would even listen to .
I didn’t kill her because of that oath my father made take, and I didn’t dare break it. Because greed had taken over — the greed of staying alive for my brothers, the greed of living a life with Eira, the greed to have a happy family with lots of kids and everything I had ever dread of when I was a kid.
Because I never got to experience it when I was a kid. A happy and loving family — it was just wishful thinking for .
If I didn’t have my brothers, Eira, and now Raven, I would have broken that oath without any care and punished that woman, accepting my death later. But I was greedy to keep living this life with them.
But when I finally decided to kill her and break that oath, my brothers didn’t let . I was late.
And it led Eira to kill that bitch. She didn’t have to stain her hands for my sake.
Should I bla myself and apologize to Eira for letting her do the dirty work for my sake, or should I thank her for getting rid of that woman?
When my mind was conflicted with various things, Eira stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, fresh from the shower. She felt like she was my everything now — my entire world, my safe haven.
I couldn’t help but go to her and hug her tightly in my arms, feeling every bit of her existence. It wasn’t out of lust, but emotions I was feeling.
She was startled but didn’t push away. Was she pitying ? No. I didn’t want that.
"I am sorry you had to kill her," I said. "I should have done it instead. I am sorry."
There was silence for a while before she spoke. "That woman was evil. I killed her because she thought of hurting Raven," she told . "I would have done the sa for anyone who thinks of harming my son."
I humd, inhaling her sweet scent to calm my nerves, my arms tightening around her frail body. "Raven is fortunate to have you. Every child deserves a mother like you."
Once more, there was silence. But then I felt her hands move to hug and comfort .
"You didn’t deserve a mother like her," her voice muffled against my shoulder. "You don’t have to face her again. She got what she deserved. You are free now."
Though she said it plainly, for a mont I could feel she did it for my sake as well.
"Were you worried for ?" I finally asked. I wished to hear it from her.
She humd.
Gosh! Just this much and my heart is already about to burst.
I finally loosened my hold around her and looked at her. Her beautiful face was moist from the shower, flushed and radiant. Since the day she got her wolf, she shone like a gem. She was getting more beautiful than she was. Her inner powers were radiating.
My one hand moved to caress her face gently as I inched my face closer to her. Her scent was driving crazy, my gaze moving to her moist, delicious-looking lips.
I craved to kiss her, but...
Though emotions were taking over , though I loved her like crazy, I shouldn’t repay her kindness toward with lust. My lips lingered close to hers, fighting not to do it, and then moved to peck her forehead.
"Thank you," I said as my lips brushed her moist forehead, and slowly I stepped away from her. "Wear sothing warm. It’s getting cold lately."
She humd and turned to the wardrobe.
Just this much felt a lot better than how it used to be before. She had changed. She acted normal with . I hope it continues like this. No hate, but care only.
I couldn’t help but wonder, Now everything seed to be fine between us. Will she mate with willingly and complete the bond?
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