The Story of Obsidian

Chapter 2: Identity

Jace Monroe-

I groaned heavily as I lifted the monstrous boulder up the mountain. My body ached, and I could swear to you that any minute now my limbs would fall off. My father cracked his whip, hitting my back with such any intensity that I could feel his hate. "Faster!" He demanded, cracking the whip again, this time it hit my head. What had I ever done to him? I questioned. What did I ever do to deserve this torture? Not even prisoners of war were stuck doing labor like this. Finally I reached the mountain, I placed the boulder down as my knees gave out and I was on the floor breathing heavily, sweat dripping from my forehead. I got up and dusted myself off and looked to my father with a smile on my face. Maybe now he would be proud of me, maybe now he would love me.

But, sadly, for my father there was no such thing as love. He snarled at me, "What in the bloody hell are you smiling at? Now do it again." He told me again and again he cracked the whip. No, he can't treat me like this. Not today of all days. "No." I replied quietly, I was too weak to look him in the eyes. I may be his son but he is still my Alpha. He laughed, like the cruel man he was. "You're just like your mother you know." My ears perked up, I rarely ever heard about my mother. "You two were both quiet but if your mother ever ha enough of something you'd know it." He laughed, but I could see the sad smile that graced his lips, he tried to hide it but it was too late. It was in that instant, that I knew. He loved her. He laughed again, less cruel and more at himself. "I loved her you know. More than I will ever love anything." He said softly.

"Is it true?" My voice a mere, quavering whisper. "Did she..." I couldn't finish my sentence it was too disgraceful.

"Yes the rumors are true, you are not my son. Who your father is, I know not. But all I know that he wasn't a werewolf because no wolf could ever touch your mother due to me being Alpha. Elves and Fae cannot reproduce with werewolves and Vampires cannot produce at all."

"So my biological father is an Angel."

"It would seem so. Go clean yourself up."

"Yes, sir." I got up and started to walk away.

"Jace?"

"Yes?" I turned around.

My father seemed slightly nervous. "I know that all these years I've been tough on you. And I want you to know that even though you are not my son I still love you like one. I know I have a hell of a way of showing it but I need for you to be strong enough to lead this pack especially since your blood is not one-hundred percent Alpha and because you are the first hybrid I have heard of. If you want to look for your father, I will help you. Happy Birthday, son."

"Thank you, Dad. I appreciate your offer but I already have a father and I don't need or want another one."

Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad birthday after all.