Damien walks out before going into the walk-in and I hear him groan. My lips turned up slightly. Earlier, when I got the washing off the line with Natalia, I just jammed it in the draws.
"Lily" He groans, I hear him pulling everything from the draws, he walks out with a pair of shorts on and an armful of clothes. He dumps them on the bed. I watch as he folds, and I sit up to help him. Folding one of his shirts, he snatches it from my hands in frustration and refolds it.
"You know you would make an excellent housewife. Maybe we should switch places. I will be Alpha and you Luna" I tell him, and he raises an eyebrow at my words before shaking his head.
"Maybe learn to clean up after yourself and I won't have to" He says, grabbing a pair of pants and folding them neatly.
When he finishes, he puts them away and I just let him go. No matter if I help, he will just rearrange anything I do. Damien comes out before shoving my legs apart and lying between them. I raise my knees getting ready to kick him off, but he just folds his arms over my hips and props his chin on them watching me. I brush my fingers through his hair, and he closes his eyes.
"Are you going to tell me what's eating at you?" He asks. I roll my eyes at him and go to move when he holds me in place by pushing his weight down on my hips.
"Everything" I tell him. He seems to think for a second. Before he speaks, I ask him a question.
"What did your mother do?" His eyes snap to mine.
"That's what you have been wondering all day, your emotions have been way off. Darian has been pestering me all day about it" I nod, and he sighs.
"Nothing bad like you are probably thinking,"
"Then what, Tabitha said she was worse than your father"
"My mother never beat me, Lily."
"Then what did she do, and how did you get all those scars?"
I trace my fingers over the one that wraps around his shoulder and he shivers. He sighs before answering.
"She used to seek me out, I would run and hide, my father would become enraged and beat her if I weren't there. Mum would come find me; promise she would help me. She almost seemed like an actual mother in those moments. She'd hug me and comfort me and I always fell for it. Then she would hand me over to him. Tell me I had to protect her, that it was my job as the next Alpha to protect the Luna. That if I took her beatings, she would love me, basically. That it was my duty as her son, that I owed it to her. Guilt me into coming out of hiding or returning home just so my old man would focus on me instead of her. Then when he was done with me, she would come in, patch me up and tell me it was my fault that, if I helped her more around the house, or was a better son my father wouldn't hate me"
Layla was growling in my head. She was furious with his mother. Wanted to kill her for what she did. A mother's first instinct should be to protect her kids, not force them to be a punching bag. I didn't understand how she could look at her own son and subject him to that and not try to protect him.
"Don't cry Lily, I am fine. I'm here, aren't I. Still alive." He says. I hadn't even realised I was crying till he brushed my tears away. I should comfort him, yet here he was, the one wiping my tears. This was the most he really spoke of himself or his mother. I knew he had a dark past. Everyone knew. Now though, I kind of understood why he was a neat freak. Not only was it a sense of control, but an old habit.
"What about your scars, they look like cuts?" I tell him looking at his chest, you could just make them out under his tattoo's. Damien's back was littered with them all the way to his waist, long jagged lines trailing over his back like a map.
"I was ten" My stomach dropped just by hearing how young he was. At ten I was still playing with barbie dolls while he was being tortured.
"My father beat me up pretty bad, and I left, escaping the pack determined to live as a rogue. Mum tracked me down and dragged me home kicking and screaming. My father was having a pack meeting, the entire pack was there. I remember seeing Tabitha as she came running over crying. I didn't understand why at first. Her mother came over and pleaded with my father before removing her. I didn't understand what was going on. My mother dragged me over to the flagpole that used to sit in the centre of town and handcuffed me to it. Then she just walked away, saying nothing at all. I didn't know at the time but heaps of Pack members had tried to leave the Pack, wanting to be free of my father. My father said that they should punish those who betray the Pack and try to leave and that even though, I was the Alpha's son it wouldn't reduce my punishment and that he would make an example out of me"
"Your father hurt you in front of everyone?" I asked. Damien shook his head.
"No, he made the pack do it, every single member that was old enough to hold the whip. Three days I was stuck to that flagpole. As soon as I would pass out, he would make them stop and wait for me to wake again,"
"The third day, he made a whip out of razor wire, said he wanted me to never forget, wanted the pack to never forget the repercussions of betraying him. Pack members refused; they hated the idea of hurting their next Alpha with a normal whip let alone a razor wire whip. My father forced them and killed those who refused. They stained the concrete with my blood, I prayed for death, prayed so hard. Then Darian awoke. His voice kept me conscious. I couldn't shift, so I couldn't heal. Darian kept telling me over and over that he would save me, that he would kill my father, that I just had to wait till I could shift, endure it a little longer and he would fix everything. My father handed Tabitha the whip. She refused every other day, refusing to hit me with it. She has a scar across her lower back for that refusal. I told her to just do it and she still refused, so my father hit her instead before her father threw himself over her, protecting her. I felt terrible, I was nearly dead and the only thing I could think about was saving them, saving my Pack and with Darian now awoken I knew I would." Damien sat up readjusting himself before kissing my fingers that were touching his cheek. He didn't seem upset considering I was a crying mess, like he came to terms with it.