Her Broken Mate 25
They stood before the surgeon, mouths agape at the news. Emily began to cry to Ryan as he held her with a solemn expression.
The surgeon continued, "She could be in a coma much longer because of the silver. As you know, it's lethal when used properly, but I'm sorry, Alpha. This is all we can do."
He bowed and left quickly, afraid of Seth's reaction.
Stella and his father stared at each other, but looked away, not knowing what to do with the situation.
Seth's chest began to heave as he found it difficult to breathe. Virus, his wolf, needed to be released, but he didn't want to go. Not when his mate was in critical condition.
Seth closed his eyes and tried to keep the beast at bay. An alpha wasn't to be messed with, especially not when it came to his mate. Virus raged in his mind, intent on destroying everything in his path. Seth's fangs sharpened, claws extended as he tried to stop Virus from transforming. It was terrible, he was in agony.
Suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder. Seth's eyes popped open and met his mother's eyes. For the first time in his life, he saw concern and compassion in them. The child who'd been buried long ago and who'd been forced awoke and longed for his mother's love.
He wouldn't let that happen. Never again.
She'd only hurt him again.
He growled low in his throat, his hatred for this woman coming out. His wolf came out, and his eyes turned pitch black. You could smell the sudden tension in the air, it was unbearable.
Stella didn't seem to have taken the hint, because the next moment Seth slapped her hand away from him; his disgust was plain to see. A hurt expression formed on her face before she nodded slightly and retreated to a seat much farther away than she usually was.
This will never make sense to him. Why does she care now? She never did in those nine years. Now she's trying to force her way back into his life and be his mother again.
A sudden feeling rose in Seth. It drove him to tell her what he wanted to say. Although he was afraid of his abusive mom, he was no longer going to let her control him. To have her way with him. He was no longer going to let her push him around. Hitting him, yelling at him.
If he wanted to feel better, he'd to take steps to get better.
"Stella ... If I were you, I'd ... Stay away from me. Stop talking to me," he said, his eyes black with anger.
His mother looked at him, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, and she whimpered. "Seth, don't say that. It hurts my feelings. I'm trying to make up for what I did. I know an apology doesn't make up for anything, but actions speak louder than words. At least let me try." Stella paused and stared at him with pleading eyes. "Let me call you my son again. Please. I promise to change and make up for everything I've done to you."
Virus raged and fueled his hatred for this woman. She did nothing but make him suffer. And now she claims that her apology can make up for everything she did to him?
Nine years.
He was abused for nine years.
He was starved.
Forgotten.
Neglected.
Beaten until he could no longer walk.
Blamed for something that wasn't his fault.
Betrayed by those who were close to him.
And tortured so much that he thought it would be beneficial for everyone else if he were dead.
Does she understand how much he wished he'd died every day?
There were days when he was on the verge of succumbing to the pain. Days when he'd've loved to jump off a cliff to end his suffering.
To this day, he feels like he's not enough. Not even for someone as perfect as Sarah. He feels like he's a monster who doesn't deserve a chance.
She has no idea what it means to be sorry.
She's sorry she got caught.
Not for what she did.
"I hate you," he spat, his hatred rolling toward her in waves. "I despise you." added Seth, taking a step in her direction as she stepped back and covered her mouth with her hand.
"Seth... I'm sorry..." she cried, tears rolling down her eyes.
Her tears meant nothing to him.
"Get ... Out of my sight. I don't want to ... See you, hear you, or even ... acknowledge your existence. You aren't a ... Mother to me," he growled, clenching his hands into fists.
Stella nodded and fell to her knees as she began to shake. She sobbed as she understood his command. As he stared at the person who'd given birth to him, he heard someone calling for him.
His father's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, his voice grumbling. "Seth, why don't you go jogging and kill an animal? Maybe that will help your blood thirst for Martha. Your beast needs to be satiated, now go," he suggested, his words full of murmurs.
Seth heaved a heavy sigh and agreed. He knew he was actually stating the facts, for he too could smell the thirst for blood.
Without hesitation, he gave Stella one last look before shredding his clothes. He ran toward the forest without looking back again, not before he was no longer insatiable.
His paws thundered across the land until he found a cliff. He slowed his pace and strode to the edge. He leaned his fluffy head back and howled.
It was full of pain, sorrow, love and longing. Other wolves from the pack responded to his cry, showing him their support and sorrow for the losses.
As he stepped back, he looked up at the moon and made a silent promise to his mate.
'I will wait for you, Sarah, no matter how long it takes.'
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