Five- Eyes Of The Alpha

Kael’s POV

“Why can’t you just try to get along with him for Mum’s sake?” Lyra spoke up as I shut the door to Dad’s office. I had already sensed her presence a few minutes after I walked into the office, and I was sure Dad knew she was eavesdropping too.

Lyra is my younger sister by three years. She came when our parents were not expecting another child, and considering they already had a son who would take over as Alpha, it wasn’t much of an issue. She didn’t take any heavy decisions like I did when the incident happened, and even without asking, I am sure she is the favorite child. Who wouldn’t prefer the peaceful child?

She is the calmer and more put-together one between the two of us, hence why Mum most times sends her to Dad if she wants to get something done peacefully. I honestly don’t mind, because I can’t even see myself getting along with the old man for any reason.

“After everything he has done? Never,” I spat, walking down the hallways toward our mother’s room, leaving her to catch up.

“But Mum herself has forgiven him. You both can’t be at each other’s neck forever,” she pushed further.

“As long as Mum remains in that condition, then yes, I can. And may the moon goddess save him from what will happen to him if Mum’s condition gets any worse or she dies,” I threatened, the hatred for the old man felt in my every word.

“Kael.”

“Don’t say that,” she cautioned, taken aback by my words.

“Why not? We both know I don’t bluff, especially when it comes to Mum.”

She knew I wasn’t bluffing. I have never been the type to make empty threats. I only say what I am fully ready to go through with.

“We both know Mum is going to die no matter what we do. None of us can help her,” she stated, her voice shaking. We all knew the truth, but she has always been the only one brave enough to say it.

“Exactly why I can never forgive him. He is the reason we are both forced to watch our mother die slowly.”

“But he is still our father. He made a mistake. You can’t lose one parent and hate the other,” she defended, her words riling me up even more.

“He is still your father, not mine. I lost my father six years ago,” I spat angrily at her.

“And never, ever call cheating a mistake,” I added, irritated at how easily she had forgiven the old man, like he didn’t destroy our family.

“Fine, suit yourself, Kael.”

She hesitated a little, her hands fisted at her side before she spoke up again. “You can keep going on with this misdirected anger of yours, because we both know you are even more angry at yourself than you are at Dad. You better work on yourself before it is too late.”

She stared hard at me, knowing she had hit a nerve, before walking away, leaving me to my thoughts.

Why can’t they just fucking get it? Why are they all making her death seem like something so normal? I can never be okay with knowing she is going to die and I am part of the reason. If only I had kept her away a little longer.

I stood in front of her room door longer than I had intended, putting my thoughts together. I can’t lose my cool in front of her. It will break her even more.

“Don’t let them get to you, Kael. She isn’t going anywhere,” I whispered to myself.

Sighing softly, I knocked before pushing the door open.

The room was quiet and dark, suffocatingly so, the way she liked it these days.

“Mum,” I called out as I walked in, shutting the door quietly behind me.

“Kael.” Her frail voice called out in the dark room.

She had stopped us from turning on the lights or even opening the blinds to let any light in two years ago, when the sickness began chipping away at her beauty.

My anger rose as I stared at her. She had stopped looking at herself in the mirror like she used to. She was always so excited to dress up and look pretty, but now she is always in the same type of gowns that cover her completely. The curtains were drawn, the mirrors covered, as if hiding her reflection would stop the sickness from growing.

She is dying slowly, and I can only watch.

“Kael, come sit. I may not be strong enough to depict your thoughts, but I am still your mother, and I can tell all you are thinking,” she spoke up again when she didn’t get any reply from me. Her voice was so soft it broke me. It sounded like it took all her energy to speak. Even if I wanted to forgive the old man, constantly watching her this way, knowing he is the reason, would forever break my heart and remind me of everything.

“How are you, Mum?” I asked, my voice a contrast to all I was feeling.

She stared at me, her eyes so blank and hollow, like there was no life in them. Her long gowns, which she had specially requested to hide how skinny and frail she is looking now, seemed to be failing at their jobs, as it seemed she was fading away into nothingness. Everyone keeps talking about forgiveness, but nobody wants to talk about the scar watching your mother fade away leaves behind.

“We both know the answer to that, Kael. There is no need to act like everything is fine. I can see you are not fine,” she went straight to the point, her breathing shaky and loud.

“I am guessing you already know then,” I frowned.

“Of course I do, Kael. He asked me about it before he did it,” she nodded.

I froze at her words.