Chapter 82
Ambrose pov
Looking over to see a sad look on Enoy's face. But I continue. “My mother found out early she was pregnant knowing it was not from her handfasted she ran. Back then to be handfasted and carrying another man’s seed was a crime punishable by death.
She found refuge in a small band of rouges looking for a better way of life. Having run from their alpha and his overly strict way of life. They took her in and she helped them find the perfect spot to make a home. She turned away from the night coven and the night goddess turning to the triple faces goddess. As you know my mother was a strong empath. So helping this pack of rogues become a pack was easy with her ability to shift through emotions.
When I was born things changed. I was born looking like my true self. The way you and your sister can see me. The new pack couldn’t risk my sire coming back and whipping them out. My mother agreed and left willingly on good terms. Your grandmother’s mother came from that pack. Soon my mother settled down not far from here. She raised me to believe in the triple faces goddess. For thirteen years I was a red monster in the woods. It was a fun game of can they catch me.
I woke on my thirteenth winter to my mother just staring at me oddly. When she was able to talk she showed me my face in the mirror confused at first then I saw my face change. I now looked like my mother. My magic awoke and we discovered I was very powerful. Hiding that from the world I practiced in secret. When those looking for a healing spell or soothing potion to calm them down they came to my mother. When they asked if I was planning to take over my mother’s small healing trade my mother informed them I was magicless.
One night I came home from my studies at the local schoolhouse and a man was trying to violence, my mother. The only person I had in the world. My anger got the best of me. The binding we had on my magic snapped and power exploded from me killing several hundred people close by. Including my mother. This caused my pocket to form. Slipping in with fawn and Fabel. I spent a long time learning how to control my magic.
Soon I learned how to mist and turned out I could slip back into the mortal realm. It was in my first jump back that I landed on an alpha and his mate well matting. That was your great, great first in his line alpha Samuels. Let’s say he didn’t take kindly to that. Having just learned to mist I was still bad at it. He slapped some iron cuffs on. Oddly very effective in keeping me in place. I was then locked in the dungeon. When the Luna was killed he blamed me. It wasn’t I to blame. it was the rogue king. Yes dear the rogue king has eluded your family for some time. I have suspected a powerful witch line helping his.”
With a wave of my hand, I stop to let her take in everything I said so far. The next part is a side I never heard before and now I can’t unhear.
After a while, she nods having come to terms with what I said so far.
“for a very long time, I hated my sire. He’s why I am like I am and the reason my mother was dead burnt to dust. What I didn’t know was his side of things and as it turns out it’s not as cut and dry as I once thought.
My sire had just found his gifted. They bonded putting them in a rut. Yes, same as when animals go into a rut or you into heat. So the divide was weak due to his one-track mind. You will understand once you mark master snow.
This made it easier for them to summon across the Vail. But he was still in a rut and unlike you, it seems the demons no longer see the same in a rut as they do out of a rut. My mother smelled so similar to his gifted that he thought she was his gifted. She was in danger to him being surrounded by mortal witches strong enough to summon them from the dark realm.
As we know my mother is not his gifted, but she was at the beginning of her handfasting. So she was very fertile from the potion she took the night before. What do you do with your mate during a heat? yep, you mate. So he did. He was shoved back through before the rut was finished. When he came out of his rut he remember the whole ordeal. No one thought an impling would be created from this but here I am.
To top all that Zyaire is also the overseer of the demon realm. And unlike here where some leaders are chosen by the people or born for the role in the demon realm the realm chooses. He doesn’t even know how it works. The only line that is birthright is the overseer's line. Unlike you my dear it’s not birth order that dictates the next in line it’s the realm. When the next is born they have small green obsidian spikes or numbs and the current overseer developed a black obsidian ring at the base of his or her horns.”
Stopping to let it sink in before I get to the rest. A deal I made to save her life and the lives of those she loves. I hope she finds a way to forgive me for what I have done. Yes, I have meddled with the lives of these wolves but I never altered one in such a way it changes their entire being.
I will spend my days trying to make it up to her. but I am not sorry I did what I did. I couldn't think of a world I wanted to be in that this feisty keeps me on my toes wolf is not. in the short time I have spent with her she has become someone truly special to me. I gave been friends and an ally to the black rose for baby generations but this young she-wolf is the only one strong enough to challenge me and mean it.
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