The second time today!!

Chapter 2

Nathaniel

I stayed there frozen as I took in the horrific sight that was before me. The horrific sight that was my reflection staring back at me. My atrophied affected legs as well as my pale grey eyes that had no more life in them.

The shadow of the man I had become. 

“Son, it is time, the elders have gathered already. Your presence is all that remains so that we finally begin”. My father's rough voice cut through my thoughts. 

I turned back and looked up, staring at him blankly for a second before my eyes strayed to the people beside him.

When did they get here?

I have been spacing out a lot. Even to the point that I didn't even realize that the attendants had entered my room and were waiting to get me ready.

What a wastrel I was.

I watched my father give the attendants a signal and even then, they were still cautious as they approached me. I would be too because ever since I became like this, I went crazy as I lashed out at everything and everyone. 

I turned back to the mirror and I could hear my father grunt at the fact that I didn't give him a verbal response. He hated it but I don't care. There was a time I probably wouldn't want to offend him as I craved his favor and feared his punishments, but now, there was nothing that scared me anymore. 

I was way too numb and empty.

The silence lingered for a long time, forcing Gerald, one of the attendants to respond in my stead. 

“Master Nathan will be ready in just a minute sir!” 

My father, Victor Kincaid, the current Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, and soon to be the ex, as he wants to step down, is a cold blooded man who never cares about anything aside, respect, loyalty and his own bloody reputation. Not even his own son takes priority. Which is why when those old farts proposed to make that dimwit, Damien, the next Alpha, he readily agreed as he just wanted the Alpha seat to remain in the Kincaid bloodline. Even if Damien was just a nephew of his.

I understand him as although I am a Lycan, a rare wolf manifestation, I could barely take on a puny omega right now. If I tried, I would only end up sprawled on the ground like a sputtering mess. He just didn't want his shell of a previously glorious Lycan son to embarrass him.

What hurt me though was that he didn't even let the fact that I was attacked and then crippled for life sink in before he gathered those old  he dubbed his elders and decided to strip me of the only thing I had that was still tethering me to the man I once was. My title is Alpha Heir.

I had done everything possible to heal myself, although futile, but he didn't care.

I had thought that with everything I had done, sacrificed and given to him in my glory days, even getting injured while on a mission he sent me only for him to toss me away immediately he got a whiff that I was no longer useful.

I clenched my hand into fists digging my now elongating claws into my palm. I was so angry but I knew better than to lash out at him so instead I used pain to  myself.

“Make it snappy”, He ordered before storming off.

I didn't even have time to relax when another unwanted person entered my room. By then, the servants were already done attending to me so a look from my mother, Edgar Kincaid, sent them scampering out of the room. I could swear I even saw a few of them breathe a sigh of relief.

Well good for them!

“Is he ready yet?” she inquired, her usual beaming smile in place.

So fake.

"Yes Mistress." Gerald replied with a bow before leaving.

And then there were two.

“Oh my Nathan, you look wonderful as always." She grabbed at the handle of my wheelchair and pulled me back a bit allowing me to see her face in the mirror.

I looked away from her eyes that were so similar to mine except that hers hid her fakeness better. I didn't want to see the pity she held in them for me. 

All she had was pity. One she never acted on.

“What do you want, Edgar?” I asked, my voice laced with venom.

“Now, that is no way to talk to your own mother." Her tone was that of a loving mother scolding her child. If I didn't know her and who she truly was beneath that beautiful exterior, I would have believed her.

Too bad I was beyond that.

I let out a grunt, tilting my head and evading her attempts to adjust my hair. She sighed, finally giving up and letting me go.

“You are angry, I know, but you have to see that your father and I just want what’s best for you and what is best for the family.”

“You mean what's good for your brute of a husband." I scoffed looking her dead in her eyes.

“You will not talk about your father in that manner." She tried to smack my head again, but I caught her hand this time. She seemed startled and then she looked scared.

Right for her to be, because she could watch the man she married take everything away from me without saying a thing so she should expect that I would never allow her to act all intimate with me.

I tossed her hand away before cleaning mine with a napkin like her touch was dirty. I saw how she went from scared to hurt but I didn't care. " You still haven’t answered my question Edgar. What the hell are you doing here?” I raised my head and stared at her eyes through the mirror again.

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright." Her voice was now barely a whisper.

I scoffed. "Yeah right. You can keep your worry for that husband of yours because we both know that Edgar Kincaid cares about nothing except pleasing her husband like a little slave and making sure she keeps her position as his wife."

I watched as she bit her lips harshly, tears welling up in her eyes but I just rolled mine.

Yes, I was harsh but after she stood there and watched my own father push his only child to the brink of death and back without saving him, the love and hope I had for our mother son relationship had died. 

She had watched like a bystander as that man beat and overworked her eight year old son in the name of making him the strongest werewolf there was. She had watched as her barely adult son had been forced to kill people all in the name of training. She had watched as his father had paraded her 'Lycan' son like a trophy despite him complaining about being tired. She just stood there and watched it all till her son that she claimed she cared for ended up crippled with no hope of ever walking.

And now she had the audacity to ask if I was fine. No I sure as hell wasn't but I would never tell her that because she wouldn't dare jeopardize her own position as Luna to Victor Kincaid for anything, not even her own child.

I ignored her and snapped my fingers at Gerald who had been waiting outside the door to come lead me to the meeting room. Soon I was being wheeled out of the room but she was in front of me in a second, blocking my path.

I looked up at her. "Nathan dear, I know you don't understand now all I do for you but soon you'll get it."

"Soon?" I laughed mockingly. "Save your bullshit Edgar. To me you're nothing else than that man, Victor's own personal slave."

My face immediately swept to the side from the impact of her slap.

Wow, she sure can hit!

I flexed my jaw before chuckling. "That's more like it, MOTHER. Your true colors are showing." 

She whimpered. "Nathan, I.. I"

"Take me to the meeting room." Gerald understood that I was talking to him so he followed my orders and wheeled me away leaving her behind.

“Nathan, how are you?" One of the elders I barely remembered greeted me enthusiastically immediately I entered and I sneered inwardly knowing that they didn't want anything besides my dethronement. Still I couldn't show my emotions so I just greeted them stoically before taking the position by my father's side.

The whole process of destroying me barely took an hour and soon I went from being heir to the Alpha Seat of the Blood moon pack to a pathetic Lycan stuck on a wheelchair.

Like that wasn't bad enough, I had to stay and watch that smug dimwit being given my crown. After everything was done and the elders as well as my father left the room, Damien immediately approached me, lips stretched in a smug smile.

"Tsk, tsk. Never thought I would ever see the only Lycan of the Blood moon pack reduced to such a state." I clenched my jaw, anger surging through me. I could feel my eyes start to glow red.

His smile morphed into a smirk and that immediately doused me with a bucket of cold water.

This was what he wanted. For me to lose my shit and pull myself further into the bad grace of everyone but I wouldn't give in.

I calmed myself and then ignored him as Gerald wheeled me back to my room where I began smashing everything in sight for the nth this month.

"Enough with the childish tantrum!" My father's voice once again cut through my haze making me freeze. 

I didn't even realize when he entered the room.

"What do you want, father?" 

"Well, I just recalled that I haven't informed you about your wedding."

My whole world immediately stopped.

"W.. what?" I stuttered, unable to believe my ears.

"You heard me right. You are to be wed and that too in three days."

My hand began trembling. "To who?" I managed to croak out despite feeling my breath getting shorter by the minute.

He hesitated at that. " To Rosalie Orestev."

"Wait!!! Are you telling me that I have to get married to the sister of my ex fiance who by the way dumped me for the person that stole my crown?" At this point, I was already yelling, which was something I have never done to my father before.

"Father, this is insane. First I have to watch the woman I love as well as my crown get taken by a dimwit and now I still have to stomach spending the rest of my life with that woman's sister? Is this some sort of joke? You must be crazy if you think I...." I trailed off as I received a hard smack in the face.

The second time today!!

I wiped the blood that was dripping from the corner of my lips as my hand trembled in anger but I dared not speak up. "It was not my fault that you couldn't put a leash on your fucking bitch and she scampered off to another so don't ever speak to me that way. Besides, I never said I gave you a choice as regards the wedding. Since you no longer have any use for me, you can at least solidify the family's connections by getting married and that is final." With that he turned and stormed off.