Unrejected Mates (Black Moon Book Two)

Chapter 23: "Seeing red"

Carson, Kyle's son, above

Kyle POV

Everybody has been so busy that nobody knows what happened between Rob and me. I also did my best to hide it from Mikkeli. He is so tense because of our discovery and the rogue's attack at home that he doesn't need to worry additionally about me.

And, of course, I don't want to talk about Rob, and I don't want to think about Rob; I don't want ever to see Rob again. Skyler is in so much pain because of what our mate put us through. Still, I didn't get the comfort of crying the whole day in my room because there was a job to do in the woods.

Mikkeli stayed there with Patrick to fully check the lab we had found as I leave the shower after returning to my room. I'm irritated because I could smell something in there, something that shouldn't be in a lab, something I'm sure I'm familiar with already, but I can't remember what it is.

To my surprise, from my window,  I see Marc standing in front of the packhouse with Hannah. My heart beats stronger because Carson is with her, I run downstairs, and in a matter of seconds, my son is in my arms.

"Thank you so much, Hannah! Mommy is here, sweety; I missed you so much," I say, cuddling him towards my chest.

"I wanted to speak with Mikkeli in person, and I thought this little angel will make you happy," she smiles at me.

"Mikkeli is still in the forest, but for sure, he is already running here very fast," I say, and I'm not surprised as barely a couple of minutes later, Byron emerges from the woods.

Mikkeli shifts instantly, takes Hannah in her arms, and walks inside. They kiss like crazy as both Marc and I roll our eyes.

Carson starts whimpering a little, so I put his nose to my neck in a way he likes. From the corner of my eye, I see the rest of the wolves who stayed with Mikkeli in the forest; one of them is Blake. He looks so intensively at me; I know that the wolf is not the guilty one, but I just can't; I just can't let him get close to me ever again.

I walk into the kitchen; I want to heat my son's milk, which Hannah brought with his other things, alongside his bassinet. But from the window, I can see Rob's father talking with the previous Alpha. I get tense when I think about it; I hardly see them together. Ryan usually spends his day sitting in the garden behind the packhouse, doing nothing; he rarely has guests.

Carson seems busy playing with his blanket, so I slowly go to the kitchen door. I know how to move almost unheard and unseen; after all, that is the first skill omegas born in an abusive pack have to learn to survive, and under my father's reign, my pack was very abusive. I walk slowly, as close as possible, to be able to hear them.

"What if Mikkeli isn't here to train? What if he is looking for something? He ignores us; we must make him somehow take us seriously," says Rob's father.

"I don't care anymore," Ryan responds. "My wife deserves to stay in her house. My daughter is buried here. I don't care if Mikkeli and Hank don't respect me, but my wife deserves to finish her days in peace, and that's the only reason I stay quiet. I don't care what will happen to you or me anymore. Just accept already that we don't matter anymore. Our pack is gone."

Rob's father seems to lose his cool at his statement. He comes closer to Ryan and yanks him up, forcing him to stand from his chair and face him.

"I still have a way out from this; I will not become a pathetic fool like you," he says.

I slowly turn around and go back. At least Ryan doesn't intend to make any trouble for now, and that's good news.

As I walk back into the kitchen, my heart skips a beat, and fear rushes through me.