My Monster Mate (Book I)

Twenty-Four: The Secrets Out

The Secrets Out

When my eyes finally opened again I was back home, in my own bed. I sat up straight and could still feel the anger coursing through me, with that aside I knew I was mainly disgusted that Alexander would do that. I had just started to believe that he actually wasn't as horrible as we were told.

However, clearly, I was wrong. No sane being would do what he did, no one with actual feelings would snap the neck of a human being for no apparent reason.

Oh goddess, he better have a real reason as to why he did it – I'm disgusting for even trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Killing human's is inexcusable why am I trying to give him a way out.

Deciding that it was time to get out of bed and back into the swing of things here in the North Pack, I hopped out of bed and took a long bath. I tried to relax for as long as I could before my water would turn cold, so right as it started to get warm and not hot I bathed.

Stepping out I moisturised my body and brushed my hair, setting it in a bun. I pulled on my underwear then a pair of gym shorts and a sports bra. I definitely needed to go train, it had been far too long.

Opening my door I readied myself to speak to my parents, I knew it would be hard but of course, it had to be done. I walked down the stairs and quickly realised they weren't here still. When I had put on my smartwatch it had told me it was past ten in the morning.

Just as I walk out of the kitchen, with a slice of toast in my hand my parents walked in through the front door. At the sight of me my mother's face beamed with happiness, my father let out an audible sigh of relief.

"Elijah." My mom cried, pulling me into a hug.

I melted in her embrace, savouring her scent and the warmth she brought with this simple gesture, I missed her so much.

"I'm so sorry," I muttered.

"You're home, that's all that matters." She hummed.

She looked me up top to bottom as though trying to make sure it was really me, I guess I couldn't blame her. My father stood a few steps away watching us – or rather, watching me closely. I couldn't make out what was going on with him so I tried to move on from this welcome home atmosphere.

"I'm starving," I said just as I had put the last piece of my toast in my mouth.

"I bet you are, come on." My mom led me to the kitchen as if I wasn't familiar with my own house or hadn't just come from the very room.

"Pa?" He still hadn't said a word, just followed us into the kitchen.

"Where have you been Elijah?"

"I –" I didn't know what to say, "With Isaiah."

"You weren't kidnapped?"

"Goddess, no." I shook my head.

"I was just so shocked by Isaiah's story that I had to get away. I didn't... I couldn't understand how you guys could just cast out your only son like that. It got me thinking that it would be easy for you to cast, say me out if I did something or got framed." I sigh.

"Did your sister or Nicholas help you?"

"No! They played no part in any of this, I swear. Elisha tried to link me several times. I would either not reply or keep the wall up."

"We know. She would tell us. That was the only way we knew you were still alive. Elijah, Alpha Jay was so worried. You have no idea how sad he was. He didn't raise you to run away."

"I know." I solemnly say.

I would have to go see him, in the midst of it all I hadn't even thought of him – I hadn't thought about how it would affect him. Seeing him would be a really risky thing to do though, he knows me so well he could easily tell if I were lying or not. Unlike my parents, he would actually question why Isaiah's story affected me so much.