Chapter 12 MOONLIGHT DOESN'T FORGIVE
Raphael's POV
"How is Jason?" I asked my voice, hooking in my throat a heavy and almost defeated sigh came from the other side of the line.
"His doctor is doing everything possible, you know how it is during his episodes,"
I shifted comfortably in the wooden chair, the crescent moon hanging high in the sky.
"How have you been?" I asked and she was quiet for a little too long.
"Just how do you expect me to be?" She finally broke out, "... I'm tired of the entire pack House smelling like drugs and antiseptic, why do I have to put up with this? I'm so tired Raphael," She broke into a sob, "maybe this is the moon goddess's way of telling me that I was never supposed to be a mother,"
My chest got tight.
We were miles apart from each other, but I would give everything to hold her in my arms right now.
"Media you have every right to be a mother especially more than that woman, Celestia, let me tell you she's still as horrible as she was in the past now that she is even a rogue a position closer to dirt she has become more proud and pompous full of herself I gave her a chance to return to the pack and she refused. She's definitely out of her mind but I'll set her straight,"
Media sniffled
"But Raphael, what if she finds out how desperate we are? If she does then-"
"She won't," I assured her.
"Even elite members of our pack are not privy to the information the only people that know about our circumstance are those that I would trust my life with,"
We talked for a little bit more before ending the conversation.
I sat in the motel room I had taken for the week, shrinking in my mind while remaining in the same position physically.
I thought I wouldn't have to stay in this dingy motel for more than 2 to 3 days and yet it was going on for 2 weeks.
All of that added to the conversation I just had with my mate was so draining.
I had always loved Media for how delicate she was, being with her just enjoying her presence was like speaking to a gentle flower.
But flowers were not built for storms.
And I think I would fail to find a better word to describe what the past 5 years have been for us.
Jason was now 5 years old, but he wasn't like other 5-year-olds his age.
He was weak and sickly, something that was not expected of an alpha blood, all because he refused to eat and would often act out breaking into tantrums for no explainable reason.
He had a shadow of gloom that followed him everywhere he went. The only thing that seemed to calm him down was going to Celestia's room for his sake. I had not used it for anything else and kept everything almost the same.
Because of how sickly he was I didn't allow him to leave the pack House, we would become an object of mockery if the heir of the Brazen pack was revealed to be so weak.
It was a well-kept secret, an exhausting but necessary step because being embarrassed was the list of our problems.
Jason was an only child.
Meaning that if he could not carry on the mantle after me then the elder council had it well within their rights to bring forth another alpha to take over after I'm gone, ending my lineage in the process and our right to the alpha position.
Of course, Media and I tried to solve the only child problem, we went at it like rabbits. But it was one miscarriage after another. With nothing to show for our efforts.
After half a decade of trying we just had to wave the white flag at least for now.
Our only hope of carrying the Ashen name was Jason.
But Jason was slipping away from us every day, he needed drugs, supplements, and everything of the like to keep it moving from day to day. All of this was insanely expensive and I might have been bankrupt by now if I weren't still Alpha, however, I would be lying if I said it didn't cost me a dent in my finances.
The Elders were becoming more patient. They were no fools of course. I knew that they were suspicious of what could be happening within the worlds of the packhouse and insisted that they wanted to see my son.
I had been half-heartedly looking for Celestia all these years but I became more serious after the pressure from the Elders increased now that I finally found her and proposed a solution that would help all of us yet she wasn't letting her pride allow her to do what was necessary.
Now even though I had threatened to send the evidence that I had to the council of the moon I could not actually do that because she would be apprehended and possibly either locked away or executed for having dealings with Park wolves as for the high-ranking wolves that she was involved with their image would be tarnished and I would be making enemies for myself.
The smartest thing obviously was to pit the other rogue groups against her, twisting their evidence I had and having it sent to them to create discord.
I just had to keep doing these little things one after the other until she was completely pressured to give up and surrender to my offer but this woman was much more stubborn than I had anticipated.
I grabbed the arms of the chair and pushed myself upwards.
There was no other way to deal with this I would have to meet her again and renegotiate
There is no way that she actually feels comfortable living in a place like that. I am sure of it. She must be inwardly begging for me to come back and make another offer. I'll do just that.