Accepting the truth

My lips clamped and my eyes narrowed at Deveron like that of a technician analyzing his newly finished work. I did not know what to say, yet I thought of it. It was not indeed possible for that to happen, except that his Mate was a different kind and most times, the outcome was always a hybrid. However, since Mother was a demon, we are talking about the possibility of two Demons having a Werewolf child then.

 

            An instinct told me not to believe this witch, yet another kept convincing me that what she stated was true. Nonetheless, could I really be the son of a Wolf?

 

            “Right!” the witch replied to my thought. She tilted her head and gave me a lopsided smile. “Your so-called Father had committed numerous atrocities aside from betrayal. I am sure you are aware of how Mating works. Nonetheless, he is responsible for snatching someone else’s mate, someone who considered him an acquaintance.”

 

            Deveron lifted her hand to the air, causing her glass of wine to reform in it. “I did not want to say much on this particular issue, but I have to. Close your eyes.” I swiveled back to the ball and did as Deveron instructed, and once again, I felt the same process of last time, along with an image of Father trying to persuade a woman to accept him as a Mate. The woman seemed to know who her literal Mate was, but was rather too ignorant of the consequences of overlooking one’s Mate. Therefore, she followed Father.

 

            “Your Mother was a demon and a fated Mate of Alpha Gar, but your Father’s lust for her caused him to take her to himself and the Alpha had nothing to say. Of course, he valued his close friendship with the Demon Lord, but the latter took him for granted. Nevertheless, after birthing your half-brother, Lucerne, your Mother fell sick. Alpha Gar therefore heeded an advice to reclaim his Mate, as that was the only way to save him and her,” Deveron’s voice echoed in my head as the images gradually turned blur again, then I opened my eyes and stared absentmindedly at the Crystal ball. I still did not want to believe all these, but there was this urge compelling me to.

 

            Her voice brought me back to reality, “The Demon Lord returned from a 60 days visit to the Vampire King, only to realize that his wife was gone. This was his main reason for attacking the fire-pall Pack with the Vampire King. However, his decision cost him the lives of the Vampires as well as their King, and his friendship with the Alpha. He did take your Mother back, but only realized after you were born that she had already conceived a child with the Alpha.”

 

            I huffed and faced the witch. I caught her casually taking a sip from her glass. “If all these were true, why would my Father then want to conceal me in Coral Shore and not take me back to my real Father?”

 

            “Your mother…” Deveron sighed, staring me in the eyes, her calm brown eyes probing into mine, “…her death was not a mystery even though the Demon Lord makes it look like it was. She obviously died of her illness after birthing her last child. Nonetheless, the Demon Lord knew that the Alpha would be called to the underworld eventually and the witches are going to foresee that he has a son in the Shore to take over his position as Alpha. Therefore, he had to veil the existence of a Wolf in the Demon world just so he could indirectly end the dynasty of the powerful Alpha.”

 

               I stood up from the chair, my eyes set on the swirling drink in Deveron’s wine glass. There were many fragments of thoughts in my head and I was unable to piece the information together, yet I was the son of the Fire-pall Pack Alpha. I believed that because I could feel a strong tie connecting me to this place.

 

                  However, I still could not be certain that my demon Father would commit such atrocities; he was always a benevolent and tranquil personality. It was so impossible that he could have done those, no.

 

                 I shook my head as my eyes moved to stare into Deveron’s orbs. “So what, you sent your daughter to torment me for ten years just so you could tell me these?” I asked, doubtful of the reply.

 

                 Deveron shook her head, her eyes looking across me, probably at the Crystal ball. “I thought you must have figured it out by now,” she remarked and I tilted my head in a questioning manner. The witch slowly moved to pass me. “The Alpha is sick and at the point of death. However, I would not force you to do what I am about to say, but your true Father needs you to take over his position after his passing.”

 

                 Deveron’s words sounded like a thorn to my ears, she did want me to become the Alpha, and does she know the meaning of an Alpha? Anyhow, I am not taking up that position, never!

 

                 I turned to face the woman who now stood in the position where the Crystal ball, which I was no longer seeing, once was. “What happened to his Beta, why me?” I asked.

 

                 “Because I have seen your potential, you were trained in the wrong place and wrong way, which is why you had to suffer the consequences. However, with time, I assure you that you will enjoy the full glory of your strength after you find your wolf.”

 

                 I racked my head for a reply. None came actually. I did not want this; all I wanted was to return to my brothers and help protect the Shore. I do not want to be the Leader of a Pack that I was even yet to know.

 

                  Without a reply, I turned around and approached the door. I heard the witch’s voice in my head before I locked the door behind me. ‘I said it before. I will not force you to accept’.

 

            I moved quickly along the hallway, my thoughts to myself. I did not have an idea how to react or feel, yet, I still could not let go of the urge to believe the witch’s words. If what she said was the truth, then who was I to go against what was bound to happen? Nonetheless, I still could not be an Alpha. I was not fit to be one.

 

             I ran down the stairs and soon arrived at my floor, breathing quite heavily. Thanks to Elspeth though, because if she did not just come out of my room, I would not have been able to tell my door from the numerous doors in the hallway.

 

            Her head remained bowed as she curtsied and passed me, and then the whiff of musky genital scent hit my nose, strong and hypnotizing that I felt my body react to it at once. I watched her leave, not having any word to say to her as I stood, left with my own surprise. Who would have known that I would find my Mate in such a place that I have barely known? Who would have expected?

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            Something was not right!

            I felt a cold object poke at my forehead, causing me to slowly wake up to find a foot placed, on the bed, beside my head. I jolted, rubbing my eyes as I sat up.

 

            It was Phyllis. She sat on a tall stool beside the bed, twirling a steel dart in her hand as her attention focused on my sword, which I placed on the study desk. She did not look like she slept at all; her hair fell loose below her shoulders and her attire never changed. Anyways, “Why do you always have to wake me in a dramatic way?” I grumbled as I got out of the duvet, tugging at my loose, white, pink love designed pajamas shirt.

 

            It seemed Elspeth had already come and gone because everything seemed in place, and out of where I placed them― like my leather clothing, which I had thrown carelessly on the study chair last night.

 

            “I got word that you have met with my mother,” Phyllis began, probably not looking at me. I strode to the bathroom without replying to her and when I was done with my morning fresh-up routine, I returned, not necessarily needing to change.

 

              I found the witch now leaning on my study table with my sword in her hand, only that the steel sword now looked distinct as a different scabbard, which had silver snake-like engraving on its rim, covered it. I initially caught her accessing the baldric on the new scabbard before I returned to the bed, sitting and crossing my legs on it.