Back and Better book

Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen “Tragedy”

Going back to school is… annoying, to say the very least

Damon is driving both of us and I sulk in the passenger seat, annoyed. When we pull up to the school

he grasps my hand, causing me to turn to him.

“Yes?” I question wearily.

Something came to my attention this morning. Something that will make you very displeased with me,”

he admits. I freeze. “Go on,” I urge.

“With female wolves who have several different male mates… well, once you mark and mate one- the

urge to mark and mate with the others is almost unbearable, especially on the other mates side.”

My teeth clench. “So Erebus and Christian are both most likely currently loosing their s**t without you.”

“Son of a

“And with all of us being your mates, we all share a bond now. Not necessarily a bond of love between

the males, but a bond of respect and understanding”

If he’s about to tell me that he suddenly condones Erebus and Christian, this prick has another thing

coming. “In other words, I no longer want to stop them from being with you.” I rip my hand away from

his. I understand that it’s primal instinct, I genuinely do. But1f*****g hate it and feel betrayed. ***k You.”

I say before getting out and walking off, slamming the car door behind me. Damon also gets out of the

car and jogs to catch up to me before slipping his hands around my waist and stopping me

“If you don’t want me to start the apocalypse you will let me the f**k go.” I warn. Damon doesn’t

respond, but does wrap his hand around my neck, causing me to freeze.

“You will calm down right now, or will take you home and punish you. My punishments are not fun.

Don’t forget that at the end of the day I am a dominant, and you are my submissive.”

I struggle out of his grip, managing to put some space between us.

“Just because you marked me and completed mating, you think you now own me? That I’m below you?

Watch me go to the moon goddess and ask her to remove the mark Lets see how you react then!” | spit

I can’t f*i*ag believe he threatened me! “That’s another thing we’ll have to work out because you’ll be a

sub to three doms” he mutters, trailing off. “excuse me?” I respond, dumbfounded. “Christian and

Erebus are dominants?” “Yes. And pretty renowned ones, as well. The three of us are known around

clubs as the best doms out there. Most experienced.”

| shake my head. I will not submit to anyone. Sure, I like it rough. I’d be down for a little bit of pain and

bondage, but submitting to someone completely?

I don’t know if I’m misunderstanding or overreacting, but Thope so.

My phone goes off in my pocket and I pull it out, shooting a glare at Damon. It’s from Brendon. How the

f**k did he get my number?

sos, meet at hospital. Mom and dad got into a car accident. I freeze. Mom and dad… what?

No… no, no, no, no, no! They can’t… NO!

So I do the only thing that I can-1 run. I’m sure as f**k not asking Damon to take me, and if I run at full

speed I’ll be there in no time. Faster than I would get there in a car.

Several minutes of worry, of hell pass, until I finally burst into the hospital I’m recognized immediately,

and ushered into the room where my parents are. The doctor is in the corner talking with Brendon. |

swiftly walk up to them. “I need the diagnosis in thirty seconds or I will hurt you worse than them” I tell

the doctor, not joking. He has a somber expression on his face. “Your mother will not pull through. Your

father is also weak, meaning that if his mate dies- he will too.” “How long?” I ask. “I don’t kn-” “HOW

LONG?!”

“A few hours.” He admits.

With my head hanging and my emotions all over the place, I pull up a seat in between the two beds

holding my parents. There’s just enough room for a chair there.

They’re both asleep. Brendon tries to approach me, but I shut him up with a single look. Why didn’t I

forgive them? Why did I have to be so hard on them? And f**k, who’s going to take care of Meda?! I

sure as f**k don’t trust Brendon with her, or anyone else for that matter. So I’ll take her in. What other

f*****g choice do I have? Suddenly I feel a grip on my right hand. I look over to see my mother, who

smiles at me. “I’m s-so… sorry” she whispers. I shake my head profusely. “Don’t apologize, mama. I

should have talked to you. I should have tried to work things out.” My other hand is gripped by my

father, who’s also half awake. “I love you” he says. “We love you,” mom corrects. I swallow my anguish,

and offer them both a smile. “No matter how much I hate you, blood is thicker than hate. You taught me

that. I still love you so much.” I admit. “Mama, papa, please don’t leave me” I beg, tears steadily Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

streaming down my face. I grip their hands tightly. We sit for I don’t know how long, looking at each

other.

God, why can’t I f*****g do anything? I’m a white f*****g wolf! What in gods name is wrong with me?

Why couldn’t I have mastered healing yet?

My mother’s grip on me loosens, and I stare into her eyes. “Take care of Meda” she tells me.

The monitor measuring her heart rate speeds up, then slows down, and flatlines. I sit in shock,

watching as the same thing starts to happen with Dad.

“Raise her like we should have raised you.” He then looks over at Brendon. “I love you both And Meda,

as well.” He says, before his monitor flatlines as well. I drop to my knees. And scream. The lights

flicker. The building shakes, and a storm starts outside. There are three doctors at the door watching.

When I stop screaming, I numbly stand up. I kiss both of my parents on their heads. And leave. I turn to

Brendon. “Where’s Meda?” “Pack house with the nanny.”

I nod. “I’m taking full responsibility of her. She will be raised with me as her mother figure, but she will

know that I am not her actual mother. You will be in her life and treat her like every brother should treat

their sister, but don’t forget that she is f*****g mine.”

With that, I walk out of the room. “Set up the funeral as fast as possible” I tell the doctor standing

outside. “Yes, Luna.” For once I don’t have the energy to correct him.