Tangled in a web of lies ever since her birth, Alta feels powerless. Until she meets him. Her soulmate.
[Mattheo Riddle belongs to @yasmineamaro, Lorenzo Berkshire to @babynoami and every other characters belong to JK Rowling.
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ꕥ TW (mention of suicide & SMUT) ꕥ
Mattheo's point of view
¤ Saturday, September 29 ¤
I felt Alta squeeze my hand tighter and I saw her body stiffen from the corner of my eyes. Her green orbs were wide in confusion and I was sure mine were too. Why the fuck would he call her 'Hera' ?
"It's not possible," My father mumbled, "I saw you die."
One of my eyebrows raised and I looked at Alta to see she's looking my way too, her brows furrowed. We looked back at my father and sat down across from him, our hands still intertwined. My thumb lightly caressed her skin to soothe her and I felt some of the tension leave her body. She cleared her throat and spoke softly, her voice full of confusion.
"I'm sorry but my name isn't Hera. I'm Alta, Alta Dumbledore."
I had never seen my father flabbergasted or shocked before. In any other circumstances, I would probably laugh. Considering he was a collected man, always serious. But I couldn't find it in me to find his facial expression amusing. Not when my girl looked so confused and tense.
"Father ?" I called quietly, hoping to break the trance he seemed to be trapped in.
He blinked and composed himself, but the shock lingered in his blue eyes as he studied Alta carefully.
"You look so much like your mother."
I swore I could feel Alta freeze on her chair. I squeezed her hand gently to remind her I was here for her, but I don't think she noticed. I glanced at her and saw her eyes were even wider than before and her lips parted in shock. I focused back on my father and cleared my throat, causing his attention to snap towards me.
"Mind explaining what that means ?"
He raised an unimpressed eyebrow to my stern tone. I forced myself to refrain from swallowing the lump that was starting to form in my throat. I hadn't meant to sound this harsh. I supposed Alta's tension was starting to transfer into me because I had never felt this tense before in my life. I had been taught to handle my emotions and to keep my cool in any situation. Obviously, that knowledge disappeared entirely every time I was near Alta.
Blue eyes observed me for a few seconds before he leaned back in his chair, bringing his glass of bourbon to his lips to take a sip. He put the glass back down on the table and tapped his index on the edge, his gaze not once leaving his movement.
"I will explain, but first, I want to hear what you had to tell me." His gaze moved to Alta who shifted uncomfortably on her chair.
I looked at my girl, seeing her take a deep breath to gather herself. I squeezed her hand again, my thumb caressing her skin softly to encourage her. She gave me a squeeze back and it warmed my heart. She knew she wasn't alone in this. I was right here, with her. She straightened her back to give herself some confidence and the corner of my mouth switched as I fought back a smirk. I'm so fucking proud of my girl.
