Celestial Bodies: Of Runts and Lycans

Chapter 14: A Bond

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Xavier's POV

"So, tell me again what it is you think Christopher has done?" Lesa is angry. The glare in her green eyes reminds me of Mom when she'd caught Jared and I smoking as teenagers. I know she's only defending her mate but my wolf is uneasy with her attitude. If she were anyone else I know he wouldn't tolerate it. My wolf is ultimately angry. Angry that we took someone in only to learn that they've harmed our mate. Celeste wasn't detailed about what happened. She's still struggling with full-fledged communication. I don't blame her, after years as a rogue I'd imagine trust is hard. It hurts. But I understand.

"Him and Celeste came from the same pack. They were rogues together," I try to explain, "and at some point in those years, he hurt her."

"What do you mean by that? Christopher would never h-"

"You don't know that," I interrupt. "You didn't know him back then-"

"And you did? How do we know that Celeste is telling the truth?" I growl, she returns it. As my sister, she also carries the Alpha blood. The Alpha Pride. "You don't even know what you're accusing him of!"

"He hurt her, that much I know."

"Let me talk to her," she insists. "I'm sure it's not as bad as you make it out to be." Reluctantly, I nod.

Knocking on Celete's door, my heart breaks. I don't want her to have to delve into any harsh memories. However, Lesa is right. I can't take any action against Christopher without knowing the details. I've never much liked Christopher, though I've always put it off as me just being protective of my little sister. Celeste opens her door, peeking her head out before going to stand in the doorway. "You need to know, right?" I nod, giving her my hand to lead her back downstairs. Lesa is chewing her fingernails nervously when we arrive. I lead Celeste to sit on the couch, Lesa is sitting in the chair in front of my desk. I sit beside Celeste.

"Please Celeste, tell me this is a misunderstanding. Christopher couldn't - he wouldn't -"

"He would." Celeste looks at me, eyes uncertain. I nod, urging her to continue. My wolf paces. "Lesa, when I was a kid, I was picked on. The other kids would make fun of me, push me around a little." Lesa takes a deep breath when Celeste pauses. "Christopher was so much worse." Her lips wobbles and I offer her my hand. She hesitates before linking her fingers with mine. "He abused me." My other hand tightens into a fist as my wolf growls. "Physically and mentally. For years. He," she stops, taking in a harsh inhalation. "There was a time when he wanted more from me." I let go of Celeste's hand, standing up. I don't look at her, I can't. My wolf is on the verge of being released.

"No," Lesa interjects.

"Yes," Celeste says firmly. "And he could have gotten his way if it weren't for a friend of mine." I look at her and she's watching me, tears in her eyes. And I go to her. Sitting back beside her, grabbing both of her hands before bringing them to my lips. I don't know who I'm reassuring.

"I need to talk to Christopher," Lesa stands up.