Nick's POV
The last two weeks have been anything but fun. Kyle has been avoiding me like a plague and it hurts.
I'm like a dog impatiently staring at a juicy bone but can't have a bite from it. I thought that as each day passes by, she will come to know me more and understand the fact that I have nothing but genuine love to offer her. But, for every step I take closer to her, she takes several steps backward from me.
I don't understand because I can see that she likes me a whole lot, I don't know why she is fighting it. I sighed tiredly as I threw the stone I was holding into the woods, my head was beginning to spin from all the thoughts going on inside.
It was a beautiful evening just before sunset, I was sitting on a wooden chair outside the house. I have long decided that I will be going back to my old pack to check up on Simeon. There is this little spark of hope within me that he is alive somewhere.
I have even tried mind linking him, but the link is very weak, very faint. Even though I feel he is alive, I am so sure he is not far from danger and as such needs my help. But before I leave, I wanted to first and foremost know my position with Kyle before leaving.
“A penny for your thoughts?” I heard Vanessa say behind me, she must have seen me sitting out here all by myself for a long time and decided to come over.
“Nothing much, just trying to clear my head,” I said to her as my eyes follows her. She has this serenity around her, her very presence has a way of making one forget about their troubles.
she walked behind the wooden swing chair I was sitting on and started swinging on it gently.
“You know life can be a little tricky sometimes, it gives us what we crave for and also present us with situations that might constantly prevent us from getting it," she said.
I could sense calmness and sadness in her voice, and over the weeks I have spent here I have grown to like and appreciate her sweet voice.
“you sound troubled,” I said while directing my attention to her.
she took a deep breath, then stops swinging, to join me on the chair.
“When I Lost my son many years ago, I thought I will never get to see him again, get the opportunity of hearing him call me a mother. Then suddenly, life brings him back to me, and still, he seems so far away. He doesn't even know how much I love him, that all I have done ever since the day he was born, was to protect him, there is nothing I will not give to hear he call me a mother,” she said and from her tune, I could sense the craving and desperation to be loved and acknowledged by this son of hers.
But what I don't get is why would her son not love her, I mean Vanessa is the nicest and most caring person I have ever seen in my life. I would do anything to make her my mother if I could, and it sucks that she is hurting because of some jerk of a son.
on a second thought I remembered her telling me she lost her son many years ago, I thought that he was probably dead or something. Is it possible that she just found now that he is alive?
“you found your son? I asked trying to erase my curiosity.
she nodded her head a yes gently while sniffing her nose, which made me aware of the fact that she might have been crying. It was truly heartbreaking to see her in such a position.
“where is he, I can help you talk to him and make him realize how much you love him and how much you have missed him, I'm sure he would come around and if he doesn't, then he does not deserve to have you as a mother,” I said hoping my words soothe her pains, the same way her hospitality has given me comfort.
she smiled and looked at me touching my hair and face with her right palm.
“he will get to know how much I love him, only that I won't be here for that long, because for him to be who he is truly meant to be, there is a sacrifice that I must make”
"I don't understand, what do you mean by you won't be here? are you traveling” I asked out of curiosity, her every word seem to throw me deep into confusion?
“no, I am not going anywhere for now, and please enough about me, tell me about yourself. she said, attempting to change the topic.
I wanted to persuade her to talk more about her pains as it would reduce the burden that looks so heavy in her heart.
“well, there is nothing much about me other than the fact that I was born a bastard, and that my right to the throne was passed down to my younger stepbrother who is not an alpha wolf, and lastly I am a mate to someone who does not want anything to do with me,” I said with a deep sigh, apparently my last words hurt me more than I expected, I could feel my wolf groan.
“Well, it is not that bad,” Vanessa said in an attempt to brighten me up.
“no, my life is pretty messed up, oh trust me, you don't want to be me,” I said to an all-attentive Vanessa.
What about your mother she asked, and I couldn't help but notice the shakiness in her voice as she asked.
“That is one person, I wish to never talk about, she left me all alone when I needed her the most. She doesn't deserve to be called my mother, I honestly do wish her well though,” I said trying to clear the sudden lump in my throat.
Have you ever thought of the fact that she might be sorry for what she did to you,”
That is wishful thinking, I don't think she is sorry, I think she just didn't want to be saddled with the responsibility of caring for an abnormal child”
Abnormal? I don't understand, what made you say that?”
“I was told she left me after she found out that my father was a werewolf”
“Oh dear, I am lost for words, but one thing I can say is that there are always two sides to every story, and you won't know the whole truth from hearing just one-person version, trust me if she carried you in her womb for nine months, she did love you, I have carried a baby werewolf in my Tommy and I can say that it was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life,” she said calmly.
Somehow, her words made me for the first time see my mother in a different light. If my mother was human and she carried me in her womb for nine months, it means that she loved me. I have heard people say that being pregnant with a werewolf baby is the hardest type of pregnancy. What if I had been wrong all these while.
“My life sucks” I said unconsciously.
“Yeah, your life sucks more than mine,” Vanessa said jokily and I couldn't help but to laughing which she later joined me in.
We laughed and laughed till I could feel tears gather at the side of my eyes. for the first time in my life, I was genuinely happy and had this inner satisfaction that I never knew was there.
“thank you, Vanessa,” I said to her.
“For what?”
“For been here, you are fun to be with”
Oh really, i was scared that I have become one of that grumpy old mothers and by the way I should be the one thanking you,
For what
For helping me appreciate each passing day as I get to see your face and hear your voice,” she said with a smile on her face.
Oh I think she just took this whole conservation to a whole new level, hope she is not crushing on me. This conversation is getting too emotional, I need to bail out like now.
Just then, I saw Kyle come out of the house in a white knee-length, her hair packed into a mini bun. I could not make out her face as to if she had made up it not, but she was looking gorgeous and I could not take my eyes off her. She does not have to do anything to be beautiful, and the evening sun made her skin shine like gold.
She looked like an angel, that is if angels do come in smaller sizes I mean.
“Boy look at her looking sumptuous like fast food," my wolf said in excitement.
“Do you think of anything else other than sex” I asked him, thank God I can talk to my wolf without moving my lips?
“Yes I do, I think of how to let the moon goddess know that she made a mistake by making me your mate, I mean you clearly should have been a priest or something” he said and I knew there was no way to win an argument with Brit other than to keep quiet.
“You love her, don't you?” I heard Vanessa say which made me realize that she was still there.
Oh my God.
I wondered what she is thinking about the way I was just staring at her daughter, she must think I was some weird jerk that can't control his lustful appetite.
“Who, what, hmmm, yeah the flower is so beautiful”
“What”
“I mean the flowers in your compound, they are such a sight to behold”
“Yes, they are, aren't they?” she asked with a cunning look, good thing I was trying so hard to avoid her stares
I nodded my head as I consciously found myself gazing upon Kyle perfect body.
“Especially those ones in white dresses, they are to die to for”
“Hmm?” I questioned as her mentioned of dresses pricked my heart a little.
“I meant the flower in white dresses," she said sarcastically laughing and walking back towards the house.
Oh well, she knew what I was staring at her beautiful, daughter. Oh yeah, it's official, I'm doomed.