Her Son Kaden

26| Fault

Kaden's POV

I watched as Amelia got up from the bed. Her mark on me burned softly and I groaned.

She hates us... My wolf whined and I frowned.

I watched her move towards the bathroom and I cleared my throat.

"Amelia?" I said and she paused at my voice, but didn't turn to look at me.

"Do you really hate me?" I asked and I saw her go rigid. I felt my heart pounding in her quietness. I gulped softly and stood from the bed.

I made my way toward her and didn't hesitate in wrapping my arms around her waist as I came up behind her. She let out a shuddering sigh as I brought her soft body to mine and her back pressed against my chest.

"Please don't Kaden." She sighed and I frowned. Don't what? Hug her? Talk to her?

"Huh?" I said softly.

"Don't start something again." She said in a soft voice and managed to pull herself away from me. I watched her flee to the bathroom in discouragement. She slammed the door shut and my heart throbbed at the sound of the lock twisting.

I swallowed softly and stared at the door. Then I heard something that made my world came crashing down.

Sobs slipped from the door and she turned on the sink probably trying to mask her cries, but I heard them still.

This is all your fault. My wolf growled at me and I didn't argue. He was right. I listened to her pained sobs and made my way toward the door.

I leaned against the smooth wood blocking me from my mate and growled, "Baby are you okay?"

"No; don't call me that." She said in a broken voice and it felt like a slap to the face.

Your fault. My wolf snarled in an agonized whimper.

"Amelia please--" I tried.

"No; I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear your lies. J-just l... leave me alone." She sobbed and I bowed my head against the door. She turned off the water.

She continued to cry as she spoke, "My mom died having me." I listened quietly.

"My dad blamed me for it. He was always mean to me; I couldn't go out and play with kids my own age. I had to stay by him at all times..." she whimpered.

"He would get so angry all the time at everything I did and once I turned seven he started beating me. I would always ask why and he'd say: 'You look just like her.' He said he was angry because I looked like my mother, but I wasn't her." She cried and I felt my heart wrench.

"Every day he'd hit me, lock me in the cellars, torture me. I hated him." Her voice cracked and so did my heart.

"Then once I hit fifteen he started exposing himself to me. He would say, 'Soon I'll see if you're quiet or if you scream like she did for me.' He would... he'd sit beside me and touch himself, he'd make me touch him..." she sobbed and I growled.

What have I done...? I thought and sat against the door. No wonder she was so scared of me... and I just made it worse.

"He tried to rape me... so many times. But Axel stopped him. Called him away... Axel was always there to save me." She said in a chocking voice and I scrubbed my hands down my face pausing at the wetness on my cheeks. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!