Eternity Forgotten

CH11: Writing on The Walls

For a person to be whole their mind must be only one.
But what happens when they are instead truly undone?
Would their world no longer see,
The fractured mess that can be,
Something wicked, dangerous, and vile,
Yet showing them that living is really worth the while.
But the question that is always spoken,
What is a person when their mind is truly broken?

His P.O.V.

I'm walking down the hall to my room in physical silence, but in my head, it was a fucking press conference.

What the fuck happened today? What was wrong with Kitty? What was with the meltdown? Is she alright? Am I going to regret taking off the collar? Am I going to die tonight?

The last three were my top priority. When she collapsed screaming in the middle of the hallway, I completely forgot about my anger and jealousy. There was this impending feeling of failure to protect my female, like her pain was my fault. Which is weird because I have never felt that, this guilt, about anyone in my life. At first I thought it was the newly formed mating bond acting in defense of the trauma Kitty was going through, but even now, four hours of paperwork, I still feel like shit. I shouldn't be this emotionally attached for this early. She can use those ties to control me or distract me enough to kill me blindly. At this rate, she could stab me and I'd apologize for bleeding. In fact, I'm surprised she didn't do it that last night, but that was only one night. None of this is acceptable. She shouldn't have any control over me. She is my female, here to grant me my throne, bear my pups, and do whatever I see fit. Emotions cloud mind, they make rash decisions which is dangerous for a king. Taking her collar off was a mistake that I can't take back. I won't get another chance without alarming her, she'll be expecting it no matter when I try. I need to gain her trust so I can at least start teaching her how to behave.

We should get to know the woman we're sharing our lives and children with. It might be good to know how they'll turn out, Rex states. I scoff at his comment.

"And why should I do that? Why should I care? My sons will be like they should: strong, dependable, and commanding leaders," I say confidently.

And what about our daughters? he asks in retaliation, making me slow my pace slightly.

"What makes you think I'll have daughters? We only sire males," I laugh, though, I wasn't as solid on my claim like before.

Have you forgotten that werecats only bare females? he argues. You said it yourself, we'll be having a few daughters. Shouldn't we know what to expect from their mother? I stop entirely.

The idea of having female children never occurred to me in a serious sense. I was merely joking with Garrett earlier, but now that I really think about it, what are the chances? I shake my head to clear away the thought and continue my way down the hall. Clearly my genes are stronger, perhaps a single daughter in a half a dozen sons. I smile at the thought. Picturing my lovely wife surrounded with our sons, ranging all ages, playing and wrestling with each other, a small little girl on Kitty's lap as she did her hair, and her belly swollen with another pup. My family. Such a beautiful sight to dream, and strive for. All my life, I have wanted a big family, my mother robbing me of having one in the beginning. She ran away from my father, who only wanted the best for her, to another man in spite. My father knew his place, but she didn't like her's. She later killed herself when no one else could satisfy her greed. Her selfishness broke my father, for he never swayed to another woman knowing they will never be like her and only wish for power. That is why the belong below us, why we lead them. They have no right to power that will corrupt them. which is exactly why I must remind Kitty everyday, why I must save her from herself.