"Clara! Clara!" Kyle's voice screams from the distance, I hear him frantically running around outside my room finding something to break through the door.
"Clara can you get to the door!?" Emma shouts worry clear in her voice, but I couldn't help them open the door, I couldn't move.
In what feels like an eternity, the door gets kicked open by Kyle, immediately he's beside my frail beaten up body laying on the floor. I'd just got back from a meeting with the Alpha, according to some pack members I was disrespectful to them. The Alpha tried to beat some sense into me, I just lay there staring up at Kyle's worried face over me.
"It's all gonna be okay" he tells me but his voice soon starts to muffle, I began to hear a more dominant voice.
"My love, Clara, Clara" the voice spoke immediately breaking me out of my horrific memory.
I open my eyes to see Gray sitting beside me on the bed, he had a worried expression on his face just staring at me. I feel sweat making its way down my face, whoa that dream was intense.
"Flashback dream, I'm okay" I say feeling my heart still going a million miles per hour, Gray wastes no time wrapping his arms around me holding me tightly.
"Those horrible individuals will never get to you again, they will have to get through me and that that is a battle they will not win" he reassures me pulling me closer to him, but then I remember what I need to talk to him about.
"Gray, I need to tell you something" I start to say looking up at his face, he pulls away slightly but still has his arms wrapped around me.
"Can it not wait my love, it is getting quite late and as you said, you are tired?" He asks but I shake my head looking down.
"Now you're here, if I don't tell you I won't get any sleep" I confess pulling away from him still looking down, he pulls my face up to look at him where he looked rather puzzled.
"You are starting to worry me my love" he says looking at me with the same look, I shake my head just wanting to say what I needed to but not finding the words to say it.
"No just listen okay, well you know I've been having a few flashbacks of when I was little from memories I've blocked out, well on the car rides to and from Josh's I had a few, my dad and Cyrus where the men that helped your dad burn down Rupert's home killing his mate" I say looking up at him for the first time since I began to explain, his eyes just go wide as he looks at me "but that's not all, I was there and met your dad! He was creepy and asked to see me where Cyrus gave me to him and he forced me to look in his eyes-" I ramble on just wanting to to get everything out.
"My love slow down" Gray tries to cut me off but I shake my head, I feel like I'll explode if I don't get all this information off my chest.
"He kept banging on about rules and respect and he knew we were gonna be mates, he told me I had this gleam in my eye and how I need to make you become a good king and how I'll be a tough queen, then he brings up having a daughter but due to her being the oldest she'd be next in line for the throne so he killed her" I say finally getting everything off my chest where I quite literally, fall into Gray's needing to take a rest from all that rambling.
Gray doesn't speak or even move, his arms remained where they were as though he was in some kind of state of shock. I look up at him where I discover this eyes are a shade darker, I sit up looking at him.
"How dare that man touch my mate, how dare that man talk to my mate, how dare he even look in her eyes" he growls out rising to his feet beginning to pace the bedroom, he goes to pick up a vase that stood on the chest of drawers.
I immediately get out of the bed taking the vase off him and placing it back safely on the chest of drawers, he goes to move probably to grab something else but I stop him. I pull him towards me placing both my hands on the side of his face, staring into his now scary eyes.
"We are not having a repeat of what happened and Josh and Daisy's, you need to calm down" I say rubbing his cheek with my thumb, I place my forehead on his continuing to say things to calm him.
A few minutes go by until his beautiful kind eyes are back looking in mine, I smile placing a soft kiss on his nose with a smile.
"I can tell you had a rough childhood that you've never comes to terms with, you've avoided any conversations which involved it, but now I think it's time you talk about it" I tell him where for the first time, I saw a different emotion on his face, he slowly nods his head leading me to sit on the bed beside him.
We sit in silence for a few minutes, I could tell he was trying to find the right words to explain what's happened. He clears his throat before beginning to talk.
"My father killed my older sister Matilda when she was only five years old, when my mother first got pregnant with my sister my father so happy, but that happiness came to halt when they discovered she was a girl" he starts to explain while looking down at his hands "my father wanted his first child to be a son, he did not want the next in line for the throne to be a woman so he immediately forced my mother to have another baby, just eleven months later I arrived, my father was ecstatic when I was born finally, he had a son but he still had a problem, I was the second born which meant I was behind Matilda" he sighs having to take a break in the story, I immediately reach over taking his hand in mine with a smile.
"For years he attempted to get the laws changed but no one would pass them, this angered my father to the point of no return, one morning when Matilda was five and I was four, my father burst through the doors claiming he was to take Matilda on a daddy daughter fun day, my mother tried to make him stay but he picked my sister up and left" he explains a shaking his head "perhaps a mile out from the castle is a lake, our mother would take us there quite frequently for lunch, but my father had a different plan.....what occurred at the lake we may never know but at the end of the day, my father returned home without Matilda as though he never even left with her" he shakes his head his anger starting to boil as he spoke.
"My mother called many search parties and after a week, they discovered her body floating in the lake" he mutters a single tear leaving his eye as he spoke, I wrap my arm around his neck pulling him towards me where he lays his head on my chest.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through that Gray, you're father was a horrible man, I know this won't bring her back but Matilda is in a better place now" I say not really knowing what to say to comfort him.
"Her death is also what led to my mothers death ten years later" he spoke up still laying his head on my chest "she was never the same towards him after Matilda's death, everybody knew he killed her but as king he couldn't be held accountable, on the tenth anniversary of her passing my mother vanished" he explains sniffing as he went, I hold him tighter knowing he gets really upset when his mother is brought up.
"My father sent many search parties out searching for her, not due to him caring but he knew my mother had information about him which would ruin him, eventually, she was found in a abandoned house a few miles away from the castle" he says as I feel something wet land on my hand, I take a glance down to see tears just running down his face, I take my hand wiping a few tears away.
"I accompanied my father to retrieve her, as he come to a stop outside of the house my mother was already waiting outside, she immediately walks over shouting at my father about Matilda and what an evil man he was and how she is not coming home, my father forces her into the house and stands outside the door and tells her to get her things, she walks in closing the door behind her, that would be the last time I saw her" he says trying to keep his crying voice at bay but I could see through it.
"The next moments seemed as though time sped up, one moment it was all calm but in a split second, a explosion engulfs the house sending my father flying back, I was protected in the safety of the car, my mother.....perished in the house she caught on fire" he cries holding me tightly as he wept.
I immediately sit back holding him extra tightly whispering he was going to be okay and how he is such a strong person for telling me.
After an hour he had stopped crying, we were both laying in bed his head still resting on my chest. We both sat in silence taking in the events that just occurred, I had so many questions that I didn't know if I should ask. Was his father injured? Did he ever pay for what happened to either of them? Is his father still alive?
"My father was injured in the explosion quite badly, that is the reason I took the throne so early at 14 years of age, even though the public never found out I was king until I jailed my father six months later, to this day he has not payed for the pain he caused and the lives he took, but when I get time I continue with my case on him and he is dead but not dead" he tells me answering my questions, how can he be dead and not be dead?
"To the public he is dead but to me and a select group of people, he is locked up in the castle dungeons while we build a case on him" he explains, wait that monsters been here all along?
No wonder people always talk about him like he's dead while Gray never does, I wonder what people think happened.
I went to ask Gray but as I look down, I see him asleep laying on my chest, I guess that's a question for another day. I lay back comfortably and drift to sleep myself, unknowing of the important day which lay ahead, all about his father.