hapter One Hundred and
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Nine
There was a knock on our door, and for some reasons I couldn’t explain, I knew who it was.
Thane.
“I don’t want to see him, Axel.”
Axel nodded before heading for the door.
“Alpha… I am not sure she wants to see you right now.”
“Axel, let me in. I need to speak to her.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t. I might be your fiend, but I would say it to you when you act like a jerk. Just stop hurting her already; make your decision and stand on it,” Axel said, and though I couldn’t see them, I felt the tension in the air even from here.
“You know I had to.” He says
“Not in the same room you share with her, that is disrespectful… Alpha.”
“You are right. Could you let me make adjustments at least?” Thane asks, and I knew he didn’t exactly need Axel’s permission to walk in, but still he waited.
Finally, Axel let him in, and I couldn’t blame him; Thane was his Alpha.
“Riley, can we talk?” Thane says to me, but I couldn’t even look him in the eyes. I don’t bother responding. He walks to me, standing right beside me. “There is something you need to know, Riley.”
“No, keep it to yourself; I don’t care.”
“Riley…”
“Stop! Why can’t you just let me be? Go back to the ancient lover; I would never bother you again.”
“Remember when you asked what exactly was the deal I had with Elder Bailey and I told you she wanted power?” he asks.
“What does this have to do with these? I questioned
“It doesn’t justify anything, but you have the right to know. Bailey had offered her help if only… she could be my queen. She believes I would make her the queen over you, but that is what I let her believe. She is wrong; you would be my queen. She had doubts, and I had to assure her,” Thane explains.
“By assure her, you meant ‘fuck her“?”
“I’m sorry“.
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“Why are you sorry? Was it because I discovered?”
Thane was silent, indeed speechless.
“Then maybe you switch up the plan.”
“What?”
“The deal was to make her queen right?”
“What are you getting at?” Thane asked.
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“She did her part of the deal, and you should do yours too. Make her queen; I’ll be out of your way.”
I want.”
“I cannot do that; you are and would always be who I want.
“No, you can’t want me; remember, I am your sister.”
“Half sister,” he corrected through gritted teeth.
“Yes that. So move on; just as you already did, I would always be supporting you, of course as a sister would.”
“Stop saying that word.”
“What word? ‘sister?‘, but that is what I am to you, right?”
“You know what? I do not care if you are partly related to me; I want you, and that’s all that matters,” he says.
“he says. Watching me, I could see the slight desperation in his eyes–or maybe I read wrong, just as I always read things wrong.
“But that would be immoral… I don’t think I could forget about the fact that we are related; I not do it with you, not when I know the truth,‘ I said, throwing his words back at him.
“You were okay with this…”
“Maybe I am not anymore; maybe I want to see things from your point of view, and you were right.”
“I don’t understand. Isn’t this what you
wanted?‘
“I wanted a man I could love without the constant tears; I wanted a man I could love without being so paranoid, imagining you with other women when you are alone; I wanted a man that doesn’t always keep me on my toes, and maybe it was never you; maybe all these time I had loved the wrong person.”
“What are you saying?”
“I am saying that… you are my half brother.”
“Again with that phrase…”
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Chapter One Hundred and Tweidy Nine
His words were cut off by a loud noise.
“What is that?”
Just then a breeze erupted suddenly out of nowhere; the wind blew so hard that the glass windows shattered. Thane shielded me so the glass dug into his own skin instead; some of the furniture was hurled across the room by the flerce wind. All the anger I had felt long forgotten as fear settled in, but just as abruptly as it has started, it came to an end.
“Axel, go check the others,” Thane instructed, and Axel nodded.
Axel was injured, it must have been the glass, there was a long cut from his cheeks trailing down his neck; the blood stained his shirt.
“What was that?”
“I can guess, but I am not sure. Are you okay?” he says, his eyes trailing down my body to search for injuries.
“I am, but you
but you are not.”
“It’s fine, stay covered.”
“You are injured; there are fragments of glass in your skin; the longer they stay in there the worse, you could start healing with those still there.”
“I am fine.”
“Please let me take them out,” I say, and he inhaled, giving up. He took off his shirt and sat so his back was to me.
I gasped.
There was just so much glass and blood.
My shaky hands found one slightly bigger, and I slowly took it out, tossing it on the floor, the other one wasn’t as easily to pull free.
After twenty minutes, I was sure I had taken out the most of it. I gently felt through his skin to make sure.
“I think you got them all,” he says.
“Does it hurt?”
“I can take it. Come with me; I can’t leave you here.”
