Dieter's Prize

Twenty-Four

Crispin's POV

After what seemed like years, I finally felt like myself. That everything is finally back into place. Dieter and I were insatiable for each other. There was not a time we were not kissing, fucking, or heavily petting. But we needed it. We needed to ease the ache that our strained bond left.

Being away from each other was too much on our bond. 

I'm never doing that again.

I have no idea how long I've been in this bed with him. How long I have been in and out of sleep? All I do know is that I can feel myself getting stronger. William is almost back at full strength and I have never been happier. 

I can barely remember anything that happened while I was in that weird state of being alive but not cognisant. I just know that I was the most miserable I have ever been in my life. And I never want to feel that way ever again. I can't handle it.

I looked in the mirror and it felt like my face was finally back to normal. My eyes had some life back and Dieter's mom had been feeding us nonstop. I was almost back to my usual weight. Today Dieter told us that we were leaving our bubble and he wanted to show me his pack. I was disappointed because who wouldn't want to stay in bed with their mate? But I was also excited to see his pack.

I changed into my usual, slacks and button-up. Dieter laid out all my jewelry for me already. I put on my father's ring and the necklace that held my mother's and I was done. 

I was about to open the door and walk out but I heard Dieter talking on the phone and I stilled.

"Yeah, yeah. He is doing better." I heard him say. "We still have things to figure out, but once we do. I'll let you know."

"Okay, just keep me posted." Rena's familiar voice hit my ears, he must be on time with her.

"Hi, Deder." I heard Carter's voice and my chest tightened. Shame washed over me and the memory of how I treated Carter came flooding back. My eyes started to water as the pieces were put together.

Go away!

I winced at my own harsh words and I stood with my hand hovering over the door knob. How could I have forgotten that? I wouldn't...I would never. Nor would I ever talk to him in that way...

"Hey kid, you doing okay?"

"Yeah." He didn't sound like himself. He was usually a loud ball of energy. This wasn't my Carter.

"Deder, when are you coming back?" He asked him, completely ignoring the question.

"Soon, we will get you soon. I promised, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember." He sounded defeated and I wanted to walk out and talk to him. But my body wouldn't move. Why can't I move?

"Do you want to talk to Daddy? He is almost done in the bathroom." Nerves wracked my body as I waited for a response. It was silent for a long time and a moment I thought I didn't hear what he said. 

"No, I just want to talk to Deder." 

The pain I felt was indescribable, it was like I could feel our bond being torn to shreds by jagged and dull teeth. Every rip was bleeding and the stinging was worse than the last one. Then to make things worse it felt like the acid of jealousy was being poured over it. He wanted Dieter. More than me. I understand that my temper had been out of control the past few weeks but had it been that bad? 

I'm his dad.

Me. 

Not Dieter. 

And yet he doesn't want to talk to me...but him?