I'm thinking I need to make a fourth arc, since there are some loose ends I can't seem to finish in this one. It'll probably be pretty short but why not right lol.
Also, everyone is really heated about either Danny or Ben, which I understand your frustrations with these two idiots, but I'll explain soon why they are the way they are at this point of the story soon enough :) (not at this chapter though cause I'm gonna make you guys suffer for a while)
On a side note, I've decided to start updating this weekly on Mondays. This way it's more consistent and I won't burn out as fast or get tired with the story and provide faster updates. (P.s. it's Australia time so might be Sunday or Tuesday for some of you)
Ben's POV
I arrived at the cottage at around 8 a.m.
San, Nicky, and Robin were in front waiting for me. As soon as they spotted me they rushed to my side. San and Nicky clung to my legs as they always did and I let out a lifeless chuckle. "Uncle...where did you go?" Nicky cried. "I went on a night run" I lied.
I avoided Robin's sympathetic gaze. He knew.
"No fair! I wanna go too" San pouted. I ruffled his head, "Maybe next time buddy" The twins let go of my legs in a sulk and I dragged myself in the cottage, Robin following suit.
"How did it go?" he asked me. I gave a smile, "He's here" He bit his lips, "..but?" I dropped my head, "He's not...alone"
Robin hugged me sympathetically. I resisted the urge to cry. I think Robin sensed it since the next thing he did was slap me hard in the back and smiled, "Let's go get some barbeque. I don't wanna see a 25 year old man's snot running down my new shirt."
I mustered a weak chuckle. Over the years Robin has really become a good friend to me. In the past I had only Danny. He was the one who introduced me to Derek, Danny, and Alisha. My whole world had revolved on Danny, who was my neighbour for the first twelve years of my life, and had he not shared his world with me, I would've continued to be stuck in my small bubble.
The thought of the past made my mood burst all over again. I continued to nibble glumly on my piece of meat for the rest of breakfast, despite usually scarfing down everything but the kitchen sink.
"Uncle, if you don't want it then can I have it?" San asked, eyeing my sausages. "San! Finish your veggies instead of asking for someone else's food first." Derek eyed his son. San pouted, "But I heard meat has tons of nutrient that will make me grow big and strong like Daddy..." Derek seemed a bit flatter, and he continued to mutter, "Besides veggies are gross."
"Uncle's not gonna give you his meat, dummy. It's his favourite food!" Nicky muttered, earning a glare from the older. I sighed and shoved my plate in front of them, "You can share" I said, before walking outside and plopping on the grass.
The smell of the grass and the feel of the wind reminded me of last night, how the breeze would gently paton Danny's head, and the long green grass brushed through his ankles. Then I remembered his quivering lips and shaky eyes. The anger and confusion he had when he looked at me, and how his emotions quickly softened at the sight of his daughter waking up from his gentle hold. I'm self-sabotaging myself into depression right now.
I slapped my hands on both of my cheeks and started rolling on the ground. "Forget it forget it forget it." I kep chanting.
We are his mate. No matter what, he can only love us the most. That is the mate's bond. Roux told me, his tone held a sense of confidence. I stayed. quiet, hoping and wishing that was true. At that moment I was a bit jealous of his bond with Siren which had no problems unlike our own. They loved each other and they both knew that.
But I wasn't so sure Danny felt the same.
This one's a bit short since I'm currently preparing for uni classes THAT STARTS TODAY OMG. I'M FINALLY IN UNI!!!! Anyways hope you liked the small filler.

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WerewolfRobin hates his alpha, mostly because he was an inconsiderate jerk that he's known for 15 long overbearing years. Derek was basically a constant reminder for him, with his own words, "You're not worthy of having a mate!" When Derek's 18th birthday...