27. Bad boys past

He gulped loudly at my reaction. Of course, I was angry that he hid the fact that his big brother was alive all these years. Instead of answering the call like I thought he would you just hung up the call and appeared guilty. My arms crossed against my chest as I kept staring at him for a few seconds.





How could he hide that his big brother was alive? All these years everything would have been different if the police have found out that Dean Arcuri was alive. He would have tested in court and they could have easily let Damon go. Why was he even hiding? Was he behind his parent's murders? All these different types of thoughts started going in my mind.





"I can explain" Damon croaked softly as if he was nervous to say anything else.





"You better" I huffed, sitting down on his bed. It dipped down at the weight and I crossed my feet together comfortably. A sigh escaped my lips as I bounced a bit at the action. His bed was comfortable, the plushest and soft I had ever seen. The thought of just resting my body and taking a nap crossed my head but I let it go.




"Dean... Can you please not tell this to anyone?"




I stared at him for a full two seconds. There was genuine worry on his face as he nervously stared at me. I could notice his fingers holding on to insides of jeans pocket as he shifted awkwardly on his feet. Who would I even tell? Apart from Kay because she needs to know everything. There was no way that I was going to let my parents in on this crazy events or even disclose the information that I was soulmate of Damon Arcuri. Maybe my father would even think about accepting but my mother would send me away to Korea.





"I won't tell anyone but Kay. It's just she's my best friend and there is no way that I can hide something from her"




He scrunched his face at her mention, suddenly seeming unsure but then he sighed, "Fine"





"Dean is hiding. He has been hiding since all these years. Disguised as a rogue as to not be recognised. No one knows that he is alive except for you and me. The rest of the pack still thinks that he is dead along with my parents"





When I decided to mop in my room for four days I did a little some digging on the werewolf and how their pack works. Apparently, it is necessary for wolves to be in a pack and it's like a huge family made by different families coming together. Those who are not a part of the pack are considered rogues.




"Why? What happened that night?" I asked, unable to control myself and then bit my tongue when he narrowed his eyes at me. He had no obligation whatsoever to tell me something about that night because it was his personal. Then again you wanted to give a chance at a relationship so to move forward it to know about his past as well.





He breathed deeply, his eyes rolled back like he was remembering the night all went down.





"My parents were not killed just by the fire...they were poisoned by silver. Fun fact silver slows down werewolves. So yeah the tea they were drinking had faint residues of silver and then they were stabbed." He murmured softly at the end. I patted the seat next to me and tugged at his arm. No one deserved to experience the pain he had to. It was heartbreaking how he had to lose his parents and was wrongly accused and is still.





"I'm sorry" I softly whispered to which he let out a soft hum. If he really was so down just talking about it I couldn't even imagine the pain he had to undergo while being there and wrongly taken into the centre.





"I'm fine. It's just difficult talking about them because even after all these years I don't know who did it. That makes me and Dean feel like incompetent sons."




I made a sound of protest and held his arm, a firm look on my face, "You are not incompetent. Damon, you were wrongly accused of your own family's murder but you manage to live your life and making something of it. You are always there for m- people when they need it. When the team needed an extra player you readily agreed, you helped me at the party. If your parents could see you they would be proud of the kind of person you have become"





His face changed at my words and his shoulders sagged a bit, "Do you really think that?"




"Yes I do," I said without a doubt




"Thanks" He gave me a weak smile. The person in front of me did not look like the big bad Alpha wolf but a puppy who needed affection. I had a sudden urge to ruffle his hair and hug him tightly.





We stayed quiet for a while, my arm wrapped around his hand, the sound of our breathing the only noise in the room. He cleared his throat breaking the silence, "So the dagger had my finger prints they said. I don't know how it got there. By the time I got back from my run our house was on fire and I wasn't even allowed to step inside."






"They said they found three bodies on sight. As I was the only one on the scene they took me in the custody. My aunt and uncle tried to fight for me but it was useless. They had enough evidence against me. So I had to be locked up for four years" He shuddered





"When I turned eighteen my uncle signed me off. He wanted me to come back and live with him. They shifted the packhouse to Louisiana, just a town away because of the focus on the triple murder case on them. Dean found me one night while I was running in the woods. He cried as he confessed everything that happened on that night."





Damon let out a breath, his jaw clenched like he remembered that meeting with Dean. I rubbed his arm, hoping that he could calm down. I could notice the prominent vein running through his neck. His breathing was erratic like he was hardly keeping it together. I did read that anger drives the werewolves into shifting and I didn't want to witness him shift in his bedroom and tear everything.





"Dean...he...was in his bedroom on his phone. That's when he heard the crash. He had no idea that our parents were positioned by the tea. When he stepped down he noticed two masked men killing out parents. One of them quickly ran to get something from leaving Dean to fight the other one. Dean managed to tackle the other one and knocked him out before his partner could get back. He hurriedly laid that one down beside our parent's body and threw something personal time off his so that the police would think it's Dean. Just as he ran out of the house he noticed that it was on fire. He was guilty so he ran away."





My mouth opened and closed several time as I was at a loss of words. It was not often I heard of stories like these. So Dean was on the run because he was guilty so there was no way that he could have committed the crime.





He licked his lips, "When he told me that one of those two smelled like our pack member I had to investigate. I couldn't let it go so I begged my uncle that we relocate back to this town in hope that I could find the killer. Dean has been working along with me for a few months now."




"Wow" That's all I said. All this while I was trying to do the same. Find the real person behind the crime and have him punished. Before I could open my mouth Damon interuppted again.





"We are going to kill the killer. That person not only murdered my parents but took away everything from me and Dean. It's our only goal and no matter what we are not going to let the person get away this time"




I went quiet at that. After his declaration, there was no way I was including him on the case. There was no way I was going to let him kill the person and feel the guilt for his entire life. I had to find the real killer before Damon does. They will serve time in prison and this time Damon cannot be out because he was an adult.





"Anya" He shook my arm, making me jolt away from my thoughts. I blinked at him several times, apologizing for zoning out.





"Are you fine? Did I scare you?"




"No no. I'm fine. I was just thinking about you and Dean I guess"




He softly smiled and whispered, "Don't worry we'll be fine."
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