Chapter 95 Welcome Back

Chapter 95 Welcome Back
Evander

The moment I stepped out of her room, I felt anger boiling through my veins. It felt like I was about to explode out of rage. I couldn’t hold it together.

I missed this place, and I wanted to enjoy what it felt like to be back here, even though it wasn’t going to be for long. But no, I couldn’t. Victor had no right, not a single right, to send her down there. She wasn’t strong enough. She hadn’t wolfed out yet. And he sent her to a place that was basically built on wolfsbane.

How heartless could he be?

My anger mixed with heartbreak because I knew what Victor was capable of. And it hurt me so much that he couldn’t protect my mate while I was gone.

I pushed the door to my office open, and he sat behind the chair comfortably. When he saw me, the shock on his face—it was like he couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Evander,” he said my name slowly.

“Hello, Father.”

He got off the chair where he had been sitting slowly.

“When did you get back?”

I walked closer to him. I knew my father more than anybody. I knew him like I knew the back of my hand. And Victor wasn’t afraid of a lot of things, but I knew he was afraid of me.

Right from when I was a child, he hated what I was. He hated me because I was stronger than him. But I never thought he would do such a thing.

If I wasn't present, he should have protected the woman I love.

“So, you sent Soraya to the underground?”

“Who told you that?”

This was clearly him acting. And he couldn’t act to save his life.

“What did Soraya ever do to you?”

“What?” I yelled.

I stared at my hand, and my nails were already elongated. I was beginning to shift. And I couldn’t calm myself.

“Evander, we should talk about this.”

“You had no right.”

I stepped closer to him, and now there was no place to run. His back was pressed against the wall.

“We should talk, please.”

Then the door was pushed open.

I looked over my shoulder.

“Dad?”

Kieron stood by the door, his expression unreadable. I moved back from my father slowly.

“Hi, son,” I said in a small voice.

I hadn’t realized how much I had missed seeing my son until now. He looked like he wanted to come close, but he was hesitating. So I did what he couldn’t. I walked to where he was and pulled him in for a tight, long hug.

When we pulled back, I could see the tears at the corner of his eyes, but he fought back, not allowing them to fall.

“Hi,” I said again.

“Where have you been?” he asked, his voice barely audible. And it cracked.

Even my father didn’t know exactly where I had been. I had just told him I was taking a break from all of this, and I never really gave my son an explanation.

"I needed a break, and I needed space."

“That hasn’t answered my question,” Kieron replied. “Dad, where have you been? It’s been months. No calls, no texts, nothing. I tried calling you. Your number wasn’t going through. Mom has been so worried. I have been so worried.”

“Hey,” I said gently. “You have nothing to worry about. I’m back now,” I said reassuringly, even though I knew that wasn’t true.

He moved from in front of me, where he had been standing, and walked to where my dad was.

“What’s going on?” he asked my father, clearly worried.

“Why don’t you ask your father?” Victor said, pointing at me. “He almost killed me.”

“Why?” Kieron’s expression changed immediately to anger.

“Did you know he sent Soraya to the underground, a place meant for people who had committed heinous crimes?

"She killed him. Doesn’t it count as a heinous crime?”

“Excuse me?” I frowned.

He shook his head. “I don’t know why I expect better from you. You just came back from God knows where, and all of a sudden, it is Soraya this, Soraya that. All I have ever wanted was for you to care about me, but it is always going to be Soraya. Always.”

I felt the pain in his voice.

“When are you ever going to love me as much as you love her?”

“Why would you think I don’t love you? I’m your father.”

“But you don’t act like it,” he snapped. “I haven’t seen you for months, and this is the kind of conversation we are having. This isn’t healthy.”

I took a step towards him. “Kieron—”

“Don’t,” he cut me off quickly.

“You just came back from God knows where, and the first thing you do is try to kill Grandpa, the one person who has been here for me throughout. He is the only person who cares about me and Mom. He took care of Mom when she almost died.”

“What—”

“I’m not done,” he said, cutting me off again. “And you want to kill him because of her. Are you fucking kidding me? It is always because of her. Where do I stand in all of this? Where? Do you even love me?”

My wolf still wanted to claw its way out, but now I was filled with guilt—so much of it. And I could see how heartbroken Kieron was.

“You know what I regret? I regret being worried about you. I regret praying to the Moon Goddess to protect you, because who knew? Maybe you were on some exotic island while the rest of us worried about you.”

I shook my head. I genuinely thought I was on some exotic island when I was going through hell.

“Let’s talk about this. I promise I am going to tell you everything.”

He shook his head. “I’m not interested. Whatever you have to say, keep it. This wouldn’t be the first time you would be disappearing. You left when I was three, remember?”

He walked to the door, and before he walked out, he turned to look at me.

“Welcome back.”