Chapter 93 Meeting Them
Kristen's POV
She's dressed to perfection, with black tight-fitted business suit pants, and black stiletto heels, and her blonde hair is packed up in a ponytail so tight that I wonder if her scalp doesn't hurt.
How is it possible that I sprung out of this magnificent woman whose beauty is beyond description? I look nothing like her. It's just insane.
Her green eyes are perfect, everything about her seems perfect. But her face is in disappointment.
She halts upon seeing us and when she sees me, her disappointment withers away and replaces itself with shock.
"Oh my god, Kristen," she sprints to catch up with me, and my heart quakes in my chest because I've hurt this woman, and now I can't remember all the terrible things that I did to her.
"Mother and daughter meeting up at such an hour, just great." Bruce has a wry expression on his face as he puts his hands back on my wheelchair. It's like protection or something, I can't tell. Does he think she'll hurt me like this? Is there something I don't know that they're all keeping away from me?
"You're finally up, thank Goodness!" Mom exclaims and puts her hands on mine.
I would have flinched if I wasn't stuck up in this wheelchair like a withered cock.
"She's having amnesia," Bruce
"Does this mean she doesn't recognize me as well?" Sadness takes over her eyes when she returns them to me.
"Yes...but we told her about you. Even showed her pictures." Thankfully Bruce is doing the talking, because I am too guilt- stricken to utter a word to this woman.
How can she be so nice to me after everything I did to her? Was she this way when she found out I was sleeping with her husband? She didn't react or something?
Mom's eyes are glassy with tears as she tucks my hair behind my ear and kisses me on my forehead.
My heart breaks from this little action and I find myself tearing up as well.
How could I ever hurt someone so sweet?
"You'll be fine, my child," with this saying, she hugs me and strokes my hair.
"Aren't you supposed to hate me?" My voice is hoarse when I let this out.
"What? No, I would never." She pulls away from the hug to examine my face.
"I hurt you, got in the way of you and this Alpha Calhoun," I avoid her gaze this time because it's too much for me.
"Let's not talk about that now," Mom tries to wave this off as if it's nothing.
"It's okay if you don't visit me," I continue, "or never want to see my face again. I was a bitch..."
"Kristen..."
I interrupt Bruce when he cuts in.
"I don't deserve to be your child," my bottom lip trembles as I sob. "That's enough now, Kristen," Bruce's voice is harsh and dismissive.
"I need to go, Kristen. But I'll be back for you," Mom informs me through a sniffle, before smiling and stroking my hair one last time.
She eventually leaves, and I let out a heavy breath. There's this pain splitting through my chest as I watch her go.
Mom was nice to me but there's this invisible barrier between us. It gives out that we can never be the same again.
"You must think she loves you," Bruce's voice rings out, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Yes, it's so obvious and I can't help feeling twice as bad as I did before," I reply.
And Bruce's snarky chuckle leaves me perplexed.
"Do you have anything to say?" I blink in confusion.
"Not at all. Hopefully, you regain your memory, and then you'll remember everything." He replies, then wheels me forward to the Aluminum doors, and pushes them open without even knocking.
My heart is throbbing as Bruce wheels me inside because I am
nervous and scared at the same time, as I am expecting to see Calhoun. The man whose name has been on the mouths of everyone since I regained consciousness. The man who isn't just my mother's husband but also my mate.
But the chair behind the huge desk is empty.
I'm wondering where he is because Mom just left his office looking disappointed, as I know it has to do with me.
Until I fasten my eyes to the window and see a very tall man there.
His dark brown hair is in an undercut.
Clad in a navy blue suit that is molded to his large lean body. His shoulders are broad, and there's this quiet mysteriousness
surrounding him.
He has his back facing us and doesn't even seem to move when Bruce
shuts behind him.
I am wondering what is going on in his mind. Because something obviously happened that had my mom disappointed earlier.
Did Calhoun and my mom fight?
My heart is doing dangerous somersaults in my chest because this man is Calhoun. I don't think I'm really prepared to meet him.
He's my mother's husband. But I slept with him on several occasions, creating problems for both him and my mom.
Christ, I am so nervous.
"You said she wanted to talk to you, so I brought her here," Bruce tells him, but he doesn't respond or even turn around to face us.
"Alpha Calhoun?" Bruce calls after a few seconds.
"Take her back. I am not in my right state of mind." Calhoun finally
speaks up. His voice is so deep and distinct that it sends shivers down my spine, and generates goose bumps on my every single pore.
"I've always known you to be uptight, but not when it comes to Kristen. You've been dying to see her up," Bruce tries to ease the tension in the atmosphere, by being whimsically amusing.
"I said take her back, Bruce," He growls from where he's standing without turning around to spare me a glance.
"Did you fight with Natalie? She seemed disappointed when we saw
her." Bruce frowns a little.
"You saw Natalie?" Calhoun sounds surprised this time.
"Yes," Bruce replies.
"That means..."
Calhoun is talking when Bruce cuts him short.
"Yes, both mother and daughter saw themselves and nothing
happened. Natalie was nice to her daughter."
"Thank God," there's relief in his voice and I am a bit confused.
"At least turn around to look at Kristen. Let her see your face as well. "Bruce persists with a slight frown on his face.
While I gulp, with embarrassment surging through me. Because I am beginning to regret why I told Bruce to bring me here. Things didn't
go as I had expected. I am supposed to be offended right? That this man doesn't want to see my face. But I'm not. I just feel very normal, although a little bit embarrassed.
"Let's go, Bruce," I speak up, with the slight tremble in my voice giving out how shaken I am.
And Calhoun attempts to face me after hearing the sound of my
voice, but he stops.
"I'm sorry, Kristen... I am not in my right state of mind at this point.
And I am still having a hard time facing you, because of what you've suffered," He tells me, then lets out a breath.
"You're being unfair, Alpha Calhoun. Your little mate has regained
consciousness for three days now, and you're still finding it hard to face her?" Bruce asks, clearly disappointed.
"I cannot face her. I don't think it's possible because I feel like shit
each time I look at her and see that she's in this condition because of me. If only I had found her earlier," Frustration is evident in Calhoun's voice, and he places his hands on the windowsill as he stares outside.
"But you've agreed to suck out the venom from her system. So you have to face her whether you like it or not." Bruce says.
And I almost leap up in fear when I hear the sound of a fist colliding against a wall.
It's Calhoun who just punched the wall.
"Dammit Bruce, don't make things seem even worse for me. Just take
her home." He almost yells.
"Fine. I'll take her home. While you stay here." Bruce's voice is loud too, and he opens the door and wheels me out of Calhoun's office immediately, without even waiting for any response from Calhoun. Which gives out he's upset as well.
Which is all my fault, I never should've told him to bring me here in
the first place. When Calhoun, who I was dying to ask questions,
didn't even want to cast a glance at me.
I spent the whole Sunday evening sulking in my room after I was discharged from the hospital.
Ben stayed by my side throughout. He ignored all of Janette's protests and came here with me. And even prepared came in with his
usual milk pudding, I didn't let him feed me like he used to. Because a
certain someone has been on my mind.
My mother's husband.
Alpha Calhoun's behavior at his office has me thinking if there is
more to this like there are more things I don't know. He even refused to turn around so I could see his face.
And now, I know I have to get the truth out by force and free myself
from this burden on my shoulders. Because I cannot wait till I regain
my memory.
That Calhoun guy had no idea how I had longed to see his face, to ask him certain questions, yet he refused to look at me, claiming he was having a hard time doing it. Which made me feel like a fool because I
was the one who had persuaded Bruce to take me to meet him.
Is he regretting all his actions? That he neglected someone as beautiful as my mom, for me?
Turning to Ben at my side who immediately raises a spoonful of milk
pudding to my mouth, I stare right into his blue eyes, because I am hell-bent on getting answers.
"It seems like there's more to my mother's husband that I don't
know," I say.
"What happened on the day the rogue psycho put the venom in my system? How did I get kidnapped?" I inquire, narrowing my eyes with impatience because if he tries to shove this aside, I will have to
send him out.
Ben remains mute as he looks at me, with his eyes searching mine
for something I don't even know or care to know. Because I don't only feel trapped here, I am also fed up.
These people are full of secrets, hiding a whole lot of things from
me. And Ben, who seems to be the most brutally honest person, is who I will get the whole truth from.
Because I am beginning to think Calhoun is somehow in the center of my kidnap, amnesia, and paralysis.
I can still recall when he said he could not look at me because he's the
reason I am in this condition.
Ben takes the spoonful of pudding away from my back and puts it
back onto the plate, and puts the tray at his side before he turns back
to look at me.
He then attempts to take hold of my hand in his, but I give him a look which wordlessly tells him not to. Because I don't want him to hold me as if I am his girlfriend. For the umpteenth time, I am getting fed up with everything which is making me lose my patience. Ben puts his hand at his side, scratches the back of his head awkwardly, then clears his throat as if he wants to speak. And I mentally count to thirty, but Ben doesn't speak.
I count to thirty again, and I still get the silent treatment. It seems
like he's thinking of what to say before he actually says it, so I won't
get upset because I can tell he knows how terrible my mood currently
is.