Infinite Bonds

Chapter 4

When I enter my mother’s room there is the air is somber and stale. I swear it feels as though a no living thing is present. I look at her small frame in the center of her large and the large room becomes tiny. My mother is encapsulated here. She would be considered a prisoner if she was not a willing participant, but she is a willing participant. She is the one that holds herself captive and in this state of the fallen. I used to pity myself but now I just pity her. I longed for my mother’s love my whole life, but she held it back and I will never understand why.  I walk over to the side of her bed and gingerly touch her hand. Her eyes flicker open and she looks at me with confusion and then recognition.

“Mom it happened again.” She opens her eyes and stares brightly at me in expectation. I can see color fill the capsules under the skin in her cheeks. The somber air become fragrant and fresh. My mother survives only for this.  I sit next to her in the big bed. The light in the room becomes more luminous and my Mom’s eyes twinkle with excitement and expectation. She reaches for the mark in the center of my chest and gently places her hand there. Her skin warms before my eyes. Strength fills her lifeless limbs and she sits carefully at first with her head resting on the headboard. When I know I have her complete attention I begin to spill out every detail. I start with how beautiful and ethereal my “Mystery Girl” is. Then I tell her of her strength and fight. I hold back a little when I describe the ecstasy of our contact. Then I begin to wonder what her name is. What can I call my Love? I hear her name spoken in my head “Fallon her name is Fallon.” I look at my mom the shock evident in my stare. My Mom used or pack link connection to speak to me. Not only did she speak to me she told me the name of my Love. Fallon, I repeat with reverence but not out loud. I am completely caught up in my worship and then I remember my Mom spoke to me. Not only did she speak to me, but she told me Her name. How does she know her name? Why is this the first time she told me? And why has she waited this long to even speak to me? I can feel the anger boiling on the fringes of my sanity. My lip peels back and a snarl rips from my throat. I have never been this angry with another living thing let alone my lifeless mother. I jump off the bed and I am seething.

When I stare down at her I know that if I had my canines, I could have bitten her. I had to choke down the rage before I asked her. “And how do you know her name?” I had to wait for her to build up the courage to respond. When she does respond she is resolute. “That my son matters neither here nor there.” She dismissed me. She does not speak to me for twelve whole years and when she does, she gives me the answer to one of the biggest mysteries of my whole life. I am angry yes, but I am hurt and disappointed. And then she has the gall to dismiss me. I sever our connection and storm out the room. I need answers and I need them now. I can tell from my mothers’ dismissal that she will not be the one to give them to me. When I leave her room, I end up in the hall of my Father’s office. I cannot get there fast enough. I push past every staff member in the office without even a glance. I push open my Father’s office door and yell out. “Who is Fallon to you?”

My Dad is surprised but he bites it back quickly. He closes the links to our mind so that I am even more oblivious then I was before. I am enraged. What are my parents keeping from me? Why are they keeping this from me?

“Calm down son have a seat.”

“I will not calm down and I will not be taking a seat this isn’t a meeting and I am not your friend.”

My Dad uses his Alpha Tone and I barely lower my eyes. “You will calm down!”

I lower my voice, but I do not take a seat. I have Alpha blood in my veins too and my rage is fueling me right now. “Who is Fallon?” I repeat with a little less bravado.

“Now is not the time for answers son. You will get your answers soon enough but now is not that time.” He stands in front of me and takes a moment to decide which course of action will be next. I can see his Beta David and his Gamma Trent ready to try to take me down. They won’t succeed I am still seeing red. I was not born to bow to any of them and I would strike them dead before I let them put their hands on me. I know with complete confidence that I will decimate any living thing that dared approach me in this moment.

“Call off your dogs dad or I will put them to sleep for good.” My dad waves them away and I don’t speak again until the office is cleared.

“What is going on dad?” I say with more contrition.

“Son I made a blood vow with your mother and I intend to keep it.”

“Mom is the one who told me her name.” He looks at me with a bit of stupefaction.

“Yeah Mom spoke to me. She used our pack link to do it, but it was clear as day. I haven’t heard her voice in twelve years.” I struggle to keep the emotion out of my voice. I can tell my Dad wants to touch me, but he doesn’t. My fists are still balled up at my sides and I know my hair is crazy right now.

“How could you both do this to me? Why would you do this to me?” I ask earnestly.

“Son, whatever we have done we have done it with love and with your best interests at heart. Your mother and I both love you more than anything...” I don’t let him finish

“Love? This is your idea of love? This does not feel like love and before you say it, I know what love is. I love Fallon. I always have and I always will. I will have her, and she will complete me. She is the other half of me that I have been searching for my whole life.” I can feel the tears as they escape treacherously from my eyes. I wanted to bury my emotions and bury it deep because I would not give my father or my mother the satisfaction of knowing anything about my suffering.  My dad tries again to speak but I hold my hand up and back out the room never taking my eyes off the traitor’s face.

When I leave his office, I slam into Dylan and he looks perplexed until he looks at the expression on my face and he follows me on my rampage down the hall into my end of our house. Dylan doesn’t say a word he just sits on the couch in my room and waits patiently for me to speak. I do not know where to begin. The only soul that I have even uttered a word to about my “Mystery Girl” or Fallon now was my Mom.

I take a breath after letting the whole story come out of me like a flood. I do not even look at Dylan’s face and he wait a couple heartbeats before he speaks. The only word that comes out his mouth is “Whoa!”

Then he says “Wait I though Jada was going to be your True Mate or maybe that is what she thinks. But Whoa!”

“Dylan if you say whoa one more time, I am going to shove this pillow down your throat and boot your ass out of my room.”

“Come on Neo this situation is in some desperate need of laughter. Its way to intense. I do not even have any words to say right now and you know I love be captain save a ho.” I cannot hold back my laughter now. I laugh until my laughter turns to tears. I am in mourning because in this day I have found my destiny and lost my innocence in the same day.

“I don’t think I can ever forgive my parents for this Dylan.” He doesn’t respond he just nods his head in acceptance. My mom and dad are his Alpha and his Luna but, he knows that soon I will be Alpha.

“Neo you know how much I look up to your father. Alpha Eero is like a God to me. You are my best friend and you will be my Alpha soon and I got your back bro. I always have your back no matter what.” We both stand and meet in the center of my room and dap up. Dylan’s friendship and support offers me some assuagement from the pain of my parents’ betrayal. I cannot help but wonder what more there is to this story and when this façade is going to come crashing down.