The Mate He Hates

Alpha Edward’s POV

Storming into my room, I walked over to the bar, took out a bottle of dry gin from the shelf, and poured myself a generous amount. The burn of the alcohol as it went down my throat was a welcome distraction from the turmoil inside me. My hands trembled as I clutched the glass, my mind racing with a storm of emotions. How did it come to this? The question echoed in my mind. I had lost so much-my mate, my son’s childhood, the trust of my best friend. And all because of the rage and deception that had blinded me. My reflection in the mirror behind the bar looked haunted, a man broken by his choices. The memory of Amanda’s words pierced me again. She had every right to hate me. I had been a monster, driven by pain and a misguided sense of justice. But underneath it all, I was still a father. Liam was my son, and I won’t let go of him, not now that I knew the truth.

I drained the glass and poured another, trying to drown my guilt and sorrow. But no amount of alcohol could erase the reality of what I had done or the pain bubbling inside of me. I knew I was wrong; I had made terrible mistakes, but it wasn’t my fault. I’m human too, and can be driven by emotions. But I understand that if I wanted any chance of being a part of Liam’s life, I had to change. I had to prove to Amanda, Liam, and myself that I was worthy of being his father.

The door creaked open, and Matthew stood there, a look of deep regret etched on his face. “Edward,” he began softly, but I held up a hand to stop him. “Don’t,” I said, my voice rough. “I know you did what you thought was right. But it doesn’t change the fact that you kept my son from me; you fucking betrayed me, and I will never forgive you.” I yelled angrily.

Matthew nodded, his eyes filled with remorse. “I know, and for that, I am truly sorry. But Edward, you have to understand you were not yourself. The grief, the anger-they consumed you. I had to protect them.”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“I understand,” I sighed, the anger in my voice replaced by a weary acceptance. “But now, I need to make things right. I need to be there for Liam.”

“Then prove it,” Matthew said, stepping closer. “Show Amanda that you can be a father to Liam. Show her that you’ve changed.” I nodded, knowing he was right. This was my chance to start over and make amends for the past. It wouldn’t be easy, and it wouldn’t happen overnight. But for Liam, I would do whatever it took. “Amanda is my sister, Alpha Edward, and you know what that means?” He said, and I raised a brow at him. “She is royalty, and since you two are not married, she can give the child to my family, and there is nothing you can do about that…”

“Never! I won’t let that happen,” I muttered, fear gripping me. “Amanda doesn’t know about this now, but I think she will know soon,” Matthew said while I groaned and emptied the glass into my mouth. “Just for the sake of our friendship, I won’t let her know, but that doesn’t guarantee that she won’t find out soon, so if I were you, I would look for a way to win her heart, make her love you, and if she does, you can have your son. You don’t need to start fighting over Liam; let your focus be on getting your mate’s love. Or don’t you love her anymore and want to be with her?” He asked while I swallowed hard. Of course, I love her. I have fallen more deeply in love with her after knowing the truth.

“Despite my anger, I still love her,” I confessed, and Matthew nodded. “Good. Then fight for her love, make her see why you love her, and I will help you in any way I can,” Matthew said while I sighed and refilled my glass.

Winning Amanda is not as easy as it seems. That lady hates me so much.

“I will take my leave now.” With that, he turned and left. After he left, I began pondering my thoughts as I thought of a way to get Amanda’s forgiveness. I knew it would be a hard one, but I won’t give up. For hours, I stayed up in my room drinking and pondering in thoughts until I got tired and fell asleep.

Waking up, I realized it was night already, and I had been asleep for more than four hours. Getting out of bed, I went over to the sink, washed my face, and left my room to speak with Amanda. I knew I had to apologize to her, and hopefully, she understood me. But on my way to Amanda’s room, I decided to check on Liam to see how he was doing.

Entering his room, I found him sleeping soundly, and I quietly closed the door before making my way towards him. Gazing at Liam’s innocent face, a wave of tenderness and regret washed over me. My son. My flesh and blood. The reality of how much of his life I had missed hit me with full force. I reached out, gently brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake, his soft breaths steady and calm.

“I promise you, Liam,” I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. “I will make this right. I will be the father you deserve.”

Leaving Liam’s room, I went over to Amanda’s room. I placed a knock but got no response; I knocked again, and when I didn’t get any response, I decided to go in. Pushing the door, I stepped in and shut the door, but just then, the door of the bathroom opened, and a naked Amanda came walking out. “Shit!” She exclaimed and went for something to cover herself with, but I didn’t look away; rather, I was lustfully staring at her. Fuck! There was no way I was letting go of this woman.