Chapter 42 – The Alpha’s Betrayal and Promise Novel

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(Alexander)

I ran my fingers through my daughter’s hair, watching as Scarlett sat on the chair in front of us, watching her, but refusing to t*ouch her.

It killed me, broke my soul, and heart to know that the alive woman who I had in my arms less than six months ago seemed to be mostly dead.

Her wolf was more broken than she ever was, and in turn, so was my mate.

Nikita was supposed to explain to her that she was there temporarily, and I knew that she did try to explain it, but judging by how everything happened, she wouldn’t trust me again.

She just opened up to me, but I broke both her trust and heart, and that wasn’t trust that I got easily; it was one that I had to earn after breaking her soul.

“Scarlett, do you want to hold Nasia?” I asked, my voice softening. Her hand twitched, but she shook her head as she looked down at her feet.

Her eyes avoided mine, they have been for the past hour, and I knew that the main reason behind that was me crushing her. I stood up, and bringing our daughter closer to her, I tried getting her to want to soften, knowing that I would be able to wake that in her.

She didn’t understand that I didn’t want to hurt her, I was intending to help her, it was something that every Luna had to go through at a certain time, and it was something that she didn’t seem to understand.

“Alpha, please” she said, looking away from her. Tears formed in her eyes, and clutching the white dress she was wearing, I could tell how broken that she was. I got up from the ground, not wanting to hurt her more than she already was. I put Anastasia inside her crib and sitting on my knees in front of her, I gently squeezed her knee, giving her the best smile that I could muster despite the pain that I was in.

My wolf purred despite wanting to whimper, wanting her to calm down; however, she did not react. Her eyes simply studied my expression as she waited for what I had to say “are you not going to speak to me, Scar?”

“I am speaking to you, Alpha Alexander” she said, her voice controlled as she looked me in the eye.

“Scarlett, Neonata, that is not what I meant” I whispered to her. She teared up, and cupping her cheeks, I stood up, pulling her to stand with me. She avoided my eyes, fearing me hurting her, but I leaned in, wanting to k*iss her, waiting for her to pull away; however, she was completely still, submissive even “wake up for me, Scarlett. No one is going to hurt you here, you are not…”

“No one has hurt me, Alpha” she said “I was trained to fit you as a Luna; however, I am yet to be fit to be as a mother. My daughter does not remember who I am. She does not know who her mother is, and I cannot blame her for that. I was not there for her as she grew older, and I have missed parts in her life when she needed me as her mother; therefore, I cannot expect her to look at me the same way anymore”

“Scarlett, Nasia is a baby, she would not remember this…”

“She has lost her mother’s scent, Alpha Alexander” she said, making my heart drop “my daughter has avoided my t*ouch because she forgot me as her mother. In nature, when a baby and a mother are separated, no matter how much they love, eventually, both mother and child resent one another. I am a werewolf, and could be acting on humanity; however, my wolf is not accepting her as a child anymore than she is accepting me, nor is my daughter, who is acting on instinct, accepting me; therefore, there is no need to play games on me, Alpha”

“She would accept you, all you need to do is give her a chance.

There are thousands of wolves who are adopted by others…”

“Yes, just like I was adopted by your mother before she kicked me out, letting me know that whether or not she adopted me, she never accepted me as a daughter” she said, stopping me, making my heart ache. Scarlett was right, she was Nasia’s age when her parents passed away, and recalling that, my hands shook.

“Scarlett, mom is not your biological mother, and as far as I am concerned, you are Nasia’s; therefore, there is no comparison to both situations. Yes, you and her were the same age, but you are not Luna Katelyn, you are Luna Scarlett. You are not my mother, you are YOURSELF…”

“YOU sent me to that place to be like her” she said, pointing at the door, making my c*hest ache. My heart dropped to my stomach at the sight of the whip marks that were on her arm, letting me know that she was hit back at the camp. I clenched my fists, and shook my head. I knew that it was out of line to do so; however, I understood why mom suggested that me taking her there to begin with. She wanted her to suffer, and I could swear that she wanted to separate her from Anastasia for her to claim her as her own, shaping her the way she wanted for when she grew older.

“They hit you?”

“Is that all you care about?” She asked, her anger rising even more “THEY KILLED ME!”

Scarlett yelled so loud, no longer able to control herself, making Anastasia cry. Tears fell from both our eyes, and shaking my head, I tried wrapping my arms around her, wanting to hug her; however, Scarlett pushed me away from her “you had them killing me, you had them killing my wolf, you had them killing all the urge in me; then why the f*uck did you take me back? Huh? Why the f*uck did you bring me back here? Where are you going to take me next?”

Anastasia’s cries grew louder, and closing her ears, I could tell that Scarlett could no longer accept any loud voices.

Her eyes met mine and I shook my head at her, not wanting her to block what she felt inside. It hurt, yes, a lot too, but I would have rather that she spoke to me than kept it locked inside her until she burst out of anger and rage.

“Where are you going to take me?

What are you going to do to me? Who are you going to send me to?” She asked, her questions growing angrier with each passing second, letting me know how much I have hurt her. I stayed quiet before she took a step toward me, and raising her hands to push me, I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly. She tried punching my c*hest, wanting me to let her go; however, I tightened my arms around her, and it wasn’t until she fisted my shirt, allowing herself to soak in the situation that she was inside, that I loosened my grip around her “they broke my soul, Alexander…”

“Neonata…”

“They broke everything in me, Alexander. I can’t do this anymore, just can’t…”

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