Chapter 23 Forgiveness

Ava's POV
I can't.
How could I forgive him and stay at this time, when he had hurt me and things had not worked out at all?
And this time I have also thoroughly seen the Blue Moon Pack those rules that everyone does not have to say out loud but everyone understands.
Edna can't be messed with, and as long as everyone is able to sacrifice when necessary, everyone can never really trust each other.
I did not recognize this wolf pack and could not fit in and become part of them.
I felt very painful when I realized this.
But Aaron continued. "Me, and my sister, Adele, she wants you to stay, too. She really likes you."
"That is very clear to me, I don't need you to say it."
"Yes."
His eyes looked lost, very lost.
I began to think about whether I wanted some other benefits before I left.
Eventually my conscience led me to abandon that intention. "I'm not staying." I told him so. "Although you are right in everything you say, I don't think I will do your wolf pack any good by staying."
These words stung him deeply, and his gaze became evasive from the straightforwardness with guilt and youthfulness of a moment ago, and finally parted his face.
"Don't say that, Bertha. I was just ......" His voice had always been not too high, not too low, and had a special magnetism, but now it sounded low and depressed.
"I just." He repeated again, but in the end, nothing came out.
Damn, I can't believe I'm not feeling a little cruel.
"Not at all." Fog said loudly. "I think you're being too kind."
Yes, I agreed with this statement in my mind.
"If you must leave." Aaron said. "Then at least wait for the wounds to heal before you leave."
"I promise you." I answered him. "But I have one request."
He gestured with his eyes for me to continue.
I cleared my throat. "I don't want to see Edna in front of me during the time I'm away.
"I'll do that." Aaron hastened to reassure me. "That's what I'll do even if you don't say so."
"And." I continued. "Get Tom into the Blue Moon Pack's Hall of Valor."
He was silent.
The Hall of Valor is a place where every wolf pack has a place where the souls of the Alpha of all generations sleep, and is the resting place of the most glorious and best warriors of the pack.
"I should." After a silence, he answered very decisively.
I looked at him a little curiously.
He explained to me. "I didn't hesitate. Just remembered the old days."
"Has he been with you long?" I asked him.
"Yes." He stirred the liquid and pear chunks in the bowl with a spoon, head bowed. "He was supposed to be my Beta."
"No wonder." I asked with a soft exclamation that he didn't hear. "What?"
"No wonder he seems to know you so well." I said so. "He looks a little older than you."
"He does seem older than me." Aaron surprisingly laughed softly. "So when I was little, I always liked to ditch Adele and go play with him alone."
"Have you known each other since you were kids?" I got even more curious.
When I met Tom before I just thought he was Aaron's old man, and he never mentioned his relationship with Aaron to me.
But since they've known each other since childhood and are going to be Beta's people, why have I never seen Aaron around for so long since I came to Blue Moon? Only the unreliable-looking Sam.
And Aaron didn't act very sad either.
"Known each other since we were kids." He repeated again. "But the last time we spoke was a long time ago, back when I brought you back to Blue Moon."
To be honest, I don't really see the connection.
"You don't seem very upset about it." I simply looked at him and said quite frankly. "Even I'm sad."
"Me?"
He just smiled and shook his head. "I've been sad to be done with it for a long time."
I don't understand.
I didn't know there were so many things I didn't understand. At one time I thought I had enough experience and was strong enough inside, but after meeting Aaron I realized that I wasn't.
He was far more powerful than I thought, more like one such Alpha of a wolf pack, and more difficult to deal with than I thought.
"Also, I want this knife that he left behind."
Of all my requests, apparently only the last one made Aaron feel embarrassed.
Even when I made this request his face had completely changed and he could not see any hint of gentleness at all.
He stared at me so harshly that I almost thought his rage was coming back.
But he finally nodded surprisingly and said. "Here you go."
He actually nodded his head?
There was a moment when I really wondered if the person in front of me was really Aaron, who now simply seemed too nice to talk to, and almost always responded to requests.
I realized that I might have gone a little too far and tried hard to talk to him about it again.
"Uh, you don't have to force it at all." I said seriously. "I know maybe it's an important memento for you, and I'm just ......"
And I was just an ordinary partner who fought with him once and lost a comrade.
The more I said, the more I felt I had made a request that was both impolite and excessive. "Forget it, I don't want it, you keep it well."
Aaron, however, rejected me with a shake of his head. "Maybe it would be better to stay with you, and, I think he'd be willing to do that."
"I really don't understand what a complicated relationship and emotion this is." I said, and was careful not to touch my wounds sitting down again, leaning back on the soft cushion at the head of the bed.
"If you have such a good relationship, why are you in such a strange state now instead?"
"It's a very long story."
He passed the bowl toward me, gesturing for me to pick up the spoon.
I picked up the spoon with some resistance and took another look at the pears in the bowl, still not quite ready to eat them.
Although it really looks very tempting, the yellowish broth exudes that characteristic aroma of pears, and the pear pieces are snow white.
I have to say that the dizziness and nausea has quietly made me much more comfortable with the fresh smell.
"Maybe give it a try?" He encouraged me. "It was Anna who said the method came from an Eastern country, and she said that people there would drink a soup like this when they were sick, and that they would soon be cured after drinking it."
"That just doesn't sound possible." I retorted. "You might as well give me an ice cream, I'll probably need that more now."
But Anna is really nice, and I don't want to waste what she makes, even if it's just for the unborn child in her belly.
I struggled for a while longer and finally just gave up using the spoon and drank them down my throat in one go like water.
It was unexpectedly good and tasted very light, not at all what I expected, but made it taste like it was supposed to.
"Well?" Aaron looked at me expectantly. "What do you think?"
"Not bad." I returned a moment, then nodded again in affirmation. "It tastes great."
"Yeah?" Aaron held the empty bowl and seemed surprised at my comment.
What's so surprising?
"And I thought I didn't have a talent for cooking." He went on to say.
"You really don't."
I don't care if he does or not, if he says so anyway, then it must be no.
etc.
"Are you saying you made this?"
"Yes." Aaron answered with not a hint of hidden pride. Then rubbed his fingers.
"It was Adele who said she thought I should come up with a little something if I wanted to apologize."
I guess Adele meant "a little bit of sincerity" rather than a bowl of soup.
Fog's voice interrupted my rambling thoughts. "How much longer do you plan to stay here? Haven't you suffered enough injuries? Or do you want to go to your sister with your arms and legs missing."
I thought for a moment and said. "Let's wait until I'm healed, I think I'll be at the top of my game with Blue Moon Pack after this.
Fog said with a sneer. "It's not called topping unless you're an Alpha or a mate of an Alpha. "
I was powerless to retort, because I really had no reason to stay any longer and had to say. "When I'm healed, I'll go again."
Fog just sighed quietly and did not speak.
"Talking to your wolf?"
Aaron's voice came, startling me instinctively. "How did you know?" Was it hard to believe that he could hear my conversation with the wolf? How was that possible?
Aaron just shrugged and said. "Your expression is written all over your face, what kind of person would have that much expression for no reason.
I responded sheepishly and struggled to pull the covers upward to cover my head.
The corners of his mouth twitched gently, reached out and pulled the covers off of me and said. "Don't do anything stupid, it's not like I can hear what you guys are saying, what, she doesn't forgive me? "
I was a little upset and gave a faint hmmm.
I can't figure out why he's staying here now that I've woken up and sort of accepted his apology, so he can totally quit, right?
"I'm going to rest."
"Okay." He replied, and tucked me in.
"You should leave." I frowned and showed my head at him. "How am I going to rest if you stay here?"
"I won't make a sound." He gave me a very serious assurance. "You can rest very well."
How come I didn't find him to be such a person before?
Isn't it the most powerful Alpha? Isn't it called "bloodthirsty demon"? Isn't he a non-talker? Not every day to his own sister is very indifferent?
And why is it that I see such a person now?
Did you find out that you didn't blow my cover before so now you simply choose another way?
"If you really don't have anything to do." I said as I sat up. "How about telling me that long story of yours?"
I am still happy to hear what kind of miserable experience he had before.
He actually wasn't polite and opened his mouth. "I once had a mate."
After saying this I noticed him peeking at me with some caution.
After noticing that I wasn't surprised he continued. "It looks like Adele has told you. Everything was fine until later ......"
"You've been betrayed."
Aaron seemed to drift off at the word and said half-heartedly. "Exactly."