The Alpha's Promise ✔️

C H A P T E R 28

 Darkness

"She took my hand and led me out of the darkness and showed me that, whatever our souls are made of, hers and mine are the same."- Hardin Scott

ZANE DE LUCA

It was pouring rain when my mama passed away. I remember seeing her mangled body, smeared with dirt being pelted by the rain. My father only stared at her. He didn't scream or cry, he simply stared into her cold eyes that once shined so bright as if he could not believe they would never blink again. Later that night, I watched him lose it completely. 

I cried. It was the last time I cried. Anger engulfed me as I watched raindrops glide off my mother's corpse.

Sunsets! She loves sunsets.

Lucile De Luca loved the sun yet the sun wasn't present during her departure. There was no warm sunshine or beautiful pink and orange skies, simply dark, gloomy weather.

For that reason alone I knew it wasn't my mother's time to go. The day Lucile De Luca left this world should've been a day where the sun shined brightly and departed with a glorious burst of colors.

So for that reason, I believe my mother is still here. Her spirit roams around waiting for my father and me to get our lives together so she can achieve peace where she'll one day be reunited with her mate.

Perhaps we are too selfish to let her go.

I bring a glass of whiskey to my lips and swallow the bitter liquid. A chuckle escapes my lips as I look at the moon from my balcony.

What a trick Selene has played. The most ruthless alpha reincarnated into me in the hopes of being with his mate again. However, fate has not made it easy. My mom is dead, I dated my mate's fraternal twin, and I am certain the organ beating inside my chest can no longer be classified as a heart.

Yet somehow it beats a little faster when my nostrils sense a trace of that sweet vanilla smell.

I've lived my life feeling cold but somehow Alessandra makes it seems like there are a thousand suns shining down upon me.

A part of me hates it. I don't know how to be warm anymore, it's simply no longer a part of my DNA. But there's another part of me that wants to consume all the warmth she has to give and keep it all to myself. Selfish, I know.

The woman drives me mad. It's as if all the time and hard work I put into being a calm and powerful alpha disappears and instead morphs into this angry beast who can only see one thing.

"Son."

My dad pulls out the chair next to me and sits. These days he seems more tired than usual.

"She makes you happy," he states.

Happy? No. Infuriated? Yes.

"And why do you say that?"

He chuckles.

"What I mean to say is she makes you feel."

He sighs and then continues.

"Son I love you and I love your mother, but you have to move on with your life."

I growl.

"How do I move on dad? How am I just supposed to forget about my mother?" I shout.

"That's not what I said! Your mother lived a good life and she was happy! You aren't doing yourself any good by denying yourself your mate."