Enraged!

Derick Moore

It has just been a few hours since I separated from Anya, the feelings becoming a turmoil for me to bear.

After she told me of the pack's war, I was enraged. It was a different thing to hear that your mate rejected you and another, a pain in the ass to know that there were going to be some forces that would want to keep you away from the one person you love.

It was taking all of my willpower to not answer her calls. If I was left alone without my wolf, I would have just turned back to her, in her waiting arms.

I arrived at the house, the double of Anya's biological parents. The exterior was looking magnificent in every aspect of its joint. 

I wasn't even minding the looks on the faces of the souls around me. To hell with their looks; I came here for business.

"You are here!" A middle aged man curtseyed.

I could tell of the familiar looks he was giving me but I wasn't one bit concerned. I need to get back to my girl.

The old man took me in, sending me through another wave of shock that I was keeping at bay. The interior of the house was nothing like the normal. It screamed wealth.

He led me to the sofa in the massive living room, where warm coziness was coming from the fireplace.

I took my time to check around while at the same time, texting a message to my beloved.

Few minutes later, much after I was becoming comfortable but still infuriated, a younger woman stepped out. I would not want you to be deceived by how young she was looking. It's within all werewolves to look young when they are old.

I watched how she rushed down to where I was seated, looking eager.

She tore the part of my shirt that had the mark of ' N ' in my body, allowing the coldness of her hands meet with my own.

Gasping, she moved back, looking like she had seen a ghost. Her beautiful features turned pale yet surprisingly, she still looked stunning. But she looked fragile. 

"Y- you're.." her soft voice trailing off as she tried controlling her breath.

Damn… I was becoming tired of her drama.

"Der-derick!!" She exclaimed, a tear slipping from her eyes. I was already hating the situation.

First was the way she had thorn my clothes, now her tears. Too much of emotions from her was killing me. The thing was I don't feel an ounce of love or pity towards her. 

She left me to die, right? Then why all these emotions? 

"What happened at Shaynes Bradford's memorial orphanage?" She asked, her voice becoming weaker.

"Don't you think you should explain why you.had put me there in the first place?" I thundered. Surprising myself at how calm I was even when I just wanted to stand up and leave the fucking place.

She gave the old man that I presumed was the butler, a look, allowing the man to bow before stepping out.

"Twenty- five years ago.." she started. 

Telling me of all the shits that happened around my birth, the ones Anya was told of too. She went on to tell me how I was the only heir of the Nikolai clan; my pack.

I was kept in the living room alone, to reminisce on what I have heard, waiting for my alpha father.

It was then I knew how attached I was with Anya. If she was here with me, I would have been calm.

Filled with the feeling of talking to someone, I brought out my phone, not minding the situation and I called her.

The first ring was futile, same as the second and third. Frustrated as I was, I didn't have a choice; I had to wait to get it done.

"He is back, your father is back!!" I heard the soft voice calling. 

Though, I.have discovered she is my mom, I couldn't bring myself to call her that; not yet.

If it weren't for the situations surrounding both Anya and myself, I wouldn't have been here. 

The pangs of pain I was feeling with all of the explanations she just made, the fact that they were quick to stop looking for me! Everything was annoyingly frustrating.

"I have ears," I breathed, putting on a disgusted look. I don't care if she noticed or not. 

By now, I had changed into something more nice, a more fitted top in exchange for the one I wore before. Remember, she tore the hell out of my shirt! 

Standing up from where I was seated, I watched how the man that was said to be my father walked in. His graceful strides came in slow motion; I had to tilt my head to the back, to have a better view of him. When at last he noticed me, he stopped moving.

Looking back at his wife, my mom… he watched how she nodded her head in my direction. Now it has become scary. Why the hell would he stand as if I was a ghost? 

Had he truly believed in the rumors that I was burnt down to death in the orphanage explosion? Is that the reason why they left to never come back?

I couldn't keep it in, I couldn't contain the anger; they were slipping out of me till I spoke up without thinking.

"What have you expected? That I would be dead as presumed?" I grinned; my voice filling the entire room. 

My mouth hurts as well as my heart. I wanted to just tell them my mind. To leave as they have believed; never to come back.

Folding my hands in a tight fist and giving out a muffled breath, I smiled at them like I wasn't pained, whereas it was a different thing to my wolf. 

I don't even know who was calming who; while my wolf wanted to go berserk, I wanted to just sit and watch somewhere in the background. While my human self wanted to create a scenario, my wolf would remind me of our mate. Anya. It all made sense. We were both scared of her reaction if we probably went insane.

Digging my hands in my silky hair, I gave out an exasperated sigh. It pained me to know that they thought less of me, which was much expected though.

"We need to talk!" I heard my long lost father say. 

Really?

"I think we will talk when I bring my mate. The talks are really boring for someone who just met with his lost parents," I said.

Then I added rather snobbishly,"When you agree to meet her, we would have a proper talk".

Nodding at my request, they agreed I would bring Anya to them, not like they had a choice. I didn't bother meeting their gazes as I was out the door before they could say anymore. 

Are they even really my parents?