Aaliyah felt her heart soar with pain at the words her son uttered with the hoarseness of someone in deep pain. There was nothing more important to a mother than a child’s anguish, and she could feel the emotion as her own.
“That’s not true,” she whispered hoarsely, and Ezekiel sighed defeatedly before transporting them to what looked like a luxurious apartment. Aaliyah was battling hard against the blinding tears in her eyes as memories of her perfect son acclaimed her. “You were my firstborn, so perfect.”
Ezekiel hissed loudly. “Surely you don’t mean that. I was malformed. I had werewolf hairs all over my body and vampire fangs. I had a Lycan form due to my dual nature. I mean let’s face it, I was the ugliest baby to be born. You cannot convince me that you thought I was perfect. Besi
