The Alpha's Contract Bride

Chapter 17

Damon

“Mom.” I called out to her. Instead of at least responding, all I got in return was the sound of her heels clicking loudly again during the tiled floors. “Mum.”

“Mom.” More silence filled the room. I tried to catch up to her and at least cut her off from the front, but the hallway wasn't that broad to accommodate both of us at the same time. “Mother, can you hear me?’

I knew she could. It was obvious she could. What I didn't know was why she was being so damned stubborn and insisting on not answering me.

“Mum, I know you can hear me.” I called out to her again. “Mum, can you please just stop and listen to me for a minute?”

Instead of adhering to my words, she was doing the exact opposite. I bit down on my lips in nothing but anger as a thought came to mind. If mother thought she was the only one who could play stubborn, then she was clearly joking. I halted in my tracks for a bit as I watched her. Just when she had made enough space for me to wiggle through, I dashed towards her direction.

“Damon!” Her loud shriek was literally music to my ears since she had not said a word in over an hour now. “What has gotten into you? You could have pushed me down!”

“Me? No!” I shook my head, before my signature grin appeared on my lips. “Over my dead body would I do that. And by the way, I was only trying to get your attention. If you had just spoken to me, it wouldn't have gotten to this.”

“If it's about that useless omega,” mother huffed as she stepped into her room. “Then I don't want to hear it.”

“Mother, she's not just an omega.” I sighed, before following her into the room. “She's my wife.

“Heavens forbid.” She whirred to face me. The look in her eyes was nothing short of pure rage and anger. “Over my dead body will she be your wife.”

“We're already married,mum.” At this point, I was already tired of repeating the same phrase over and over again. “Why can't you just accept it?”

“Because unlike you, I would rather die than settle for mediocrity.” She slumped onto the foot of her bed. With curious eyes, I watched as she crossed both of her hands over her chest. With her signature frown still on her face, she looked just like one of her portraits that was sitting on her bed side table.

Coincidentally, she was in the same pose as when she took that picture a couple of years back. If I was being honest, nothing had changed, except the color of her hair. Instead of the luscious brown locs that flowed around her, mother had now opted for a blonde bob hairstyle. She always complained that her brown hair made her white roots visible; whatever that meant. But now, with her blonde bob, it looked like the white and blonde hair mixed together.

From a quick glance at both the old and new mum, it was obvious I got my looks from her. We had the same brown hair and hazel eyes. I also got a dimple from her, but since she rarely smiled, no one really noticed it. What I wasn't quite sure if I had gotten from her or not, was her temper and stubbornness. Mum was headstrong, to the extent that dad always complained about it.

The rest of my other features, I got it from my father. Broad shoulders, chiseled jaw, a pointed nose and everything else that made me me, was gotten from the famous Alpha Kieran.

“What are you staring at?” She snapped and that was all I needed to pull me back to the present. “Did you even hear me at all?”

“No.” I mouthed.

“You're insufferable.” She scoffed. “I wish I had arrived sooner. If I had, I would have stopped everything myself.”

“You wanted to stop my coronation?” I pushed myself from the door's threshold I was previously leaning on. “Why would you….”

“That's not what I meant.” She cut me off with a pointed look and a pout. “I'm super proud that you finally got your right to the throne, and I trust that you will lead our pack into better times and achieve greater things than your father.”

“Thank you, mother.” I found a small smile making its way to my lips. “It really means a lot to me. I actually think that…”

“What I would have stopped, is you declaring that bastard your Luna.” She spat again, an even greater wave of anger and hate coating her words. “If I had come there sooner, then none of this would have happened.”

“Why would you even say that?” I asked in a cool octave. “Why?”

“Because, it's the truth.” She tilted her head to the side, but only slightly. “Since the alpha title was bestowed upon the past leaders in our generation, none of them had ended up with an omega.”

“It doesn't matter.” I huffed. “I don't care about that…”

“But you should.” She was on her feet immediately. “You honestly should, Damon. She's an omega, not just any type of omega, she is the weakest kind. Her kind are breeders, that's what they're known for and it's been in their lineage for years. So how could you want to soil our good name with their dirty deeds?”

“She's not dirty, mum.” She was beginning to get on my nerves. “She's not!”

“Telling yourself that won't change the truth and you know it.” Mother continued. “Her mother was a breeder, it's in their blood. Right now, Aria has no idea who her father is. Is that the kind of woman you want to rule by your side? Your subjects would mock you for making that sort of mistake and I'm trying to avoid that.”

“Mother, listen to me..”

“No, you listen to me.” She wasn't having it. “What’s going to happen when she gets pregnant and gives birth to weak offsprings like her, what do you think will happen? We will become weak, and once that happens, no one, literally no one will take us seriously anymore. Is that want you want?”

“No mother, nothing of the sort is going to happen.” I shook my head. Now that she mentioned it, I wasn't sure I'd thought as far as both of us having kids. Not that I didn't like the idea. I mean, if she was down for it, why would I refuse? “And I assure you, our kids are going to be healthy. That's a promise.”

“You better take that back because that's never going to happen.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. The night had barely started, and yet, I was already exhausted. “You will divorce her as soon as possible.”

“No.” I let out seconds after she had spoken. “I will do no such thing.”

“Are you going against your mother?” She fixed a glare on me. Like that wasn't enough, I watched her tilt her head up , so much that she was staring at me eyeball to eyeball. “Is that what you're trying to do, Damon?”

“No, mother.” I let out a tired sigh. “ I'm trying to make you see reason. See things from my point of view.”

“Well you might need to get me some glasses because I will remain color blind in this matter.” I fought the urge to cackle. “Are you about to laugh right now?”

“Me?” I shrieked. “ I would never.”

“Damon Diallo!” Mum yelled. “I mean everything I said right now. Without mincing words, I'm letting you know that I don't like her. Do you even love her?”

I froze. I didn't even think my mother was capable of asking that question.

“Damon.” She called my attention to her again. “I asked you a question. Do you love her?”

“If I say yes will you finally let us be?” I shot back at her. I rolled my eyes as she crossed her hands across her bosom again, obviously waiting for my answer. “I wouldn't have gotten married to her if I didn't. Are you happy now?”

Silence. Silence filled the room as she stood unmoving. I couldn't see the inside of her mind, but from her stance, I could tell the cogs in her head were turning and spinning. She was obviously coming up with some kind of plan.

“One week, Damon.” She took a couple of steps back. With the newly created distance, she was standing a couple feet inside her room, while I was outside by the same equal distance. “I'm giving you one week to divorce that thing, and get her out of your life.”

“But mum…”

“Goodnight!” And with that, she slammed the door shut, leaving me with just one question ringing in my head.

What the hell was I going to do now?