The Alpha's Indian Mate

Chapter 22

C H A P T E R  22

Waking up to the sun blazing into my eyes I knew something was not quite right.  I don't know what exactly it was but I got out of bed and dragged myself downstairs to investigate. 

Yesterday night when I'd gotten home mom was not back from work.  I didn't think much of it as she was constantly complaining about how much traffic there was on her way home. But now as I came downstairs, I heard two voices hissing at each other in the kitchen. Not wanting to startle anybody I approached with caution.

What I saw next nearly made my eyes burst out of their sockets and my heart to beat a million times faster.

My mother was in the kitchen along with another man. A man who  had dark black hair that was cut short and styled well. A man with caramel coloured skin and deep piercing brown eyes. A man who was no other than my father.

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At first I didn't make a sound and the both of them remained huddled beside each other whispering and from what I could see arguing.  That wasn't a surprise. They'd never gotten along with each other the last time they were together which from what I thought was ten years ago.

But apparently my mother had been talking to him because now he was here in our simple stainless steel and dark hardwood floor kitchen with a mug of what I presumed was coffee and arguing with my mom.

"Mom?" My voice was an isolated echo in the immediately silent kitchen.

Instantly,  my mother dropped the packet of sugar she was holding. It fell with a loud thud on the floor and spilled crystal granules across the dark floorboards.

"Berry" her voice was a silent whisper.

I could see the pleading look she was giving me.

"Amberia. You've grown" the man I refused to call dad said as his dark curious eyes began to inspect me.

The shock of such a sight seemed to have worn off because suddenly I felt anger and fury coursing through my veins.

"What is he doing here? " I asked my mother as I glared at him.

"Berry. Don't say that. Just let me explain, okay" her voice was weak.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him myself, ignoring my mother.

His face seemed to lose the blank expression he'd been sporting. Instead it gave way to a troubled expression that looked somewhat melancholic. 

"I came here to see you Amberia. After all you are my daughter"

"Apparently you forgot that these last ten years? Was I nobody during these past ten years then?" My voice rose a notch and I bit my cheek to prevent the rush of tears trying to spill from my eyes.

"Berry..." he began but I cut him off quickly.

"Don't.  Don't call me Berry" I snapped and that shut him up immediately.

"Just let me explain" he looked tired, worn out almost.

From what I had no clue because he had never been as concerned about me in the past. Never taken the time to send me a postcard or a birthday card for the last decade.

"Would you have listened if I told you to stay all those years ago?"

Saying that I stormed out of the room and into the foyer. Rapidly tugging on some shoes I heard footsteps and suddenly he was blocking my path.