Bond and Blood

My New 'Family'

Axel's POV

I enjoyed the attention that followed me each time I got into the class. I enjoyed when the girls cluttered and fluttered around me like butterflies. I enjoyed when people treated me like I was their world. The teachers were usually nice and sweet to me all because of that.

It was strange seeing the new girl that didn’t seem to find me attractive or probably just pretending. I wasn’t the type to fight for attention but I have always tried to make sure she was seeing me yet she acted like the whole world revolved around her.

With the way she carried herself, one would think she was the daughter of an Alpha but it was quite surprising to realize she was only here on scholarship.

I held my cheek again as I remembered how she had slapped me and humiliated me in front of everyone. I was definitely going to make her pay for what she had done.

The girls and boys tried to do something to soothe my cheeks and make me feel better but I was pretty upset and did not want any of that to happen.

My driver tried to speak to me but I maintained a frown. Of course, I did not want to talk to anyone at that moment. I just wanted to go home.

“Son…”

I halted and creased my brows. That was the last person I expected to see and his voice was the last I expected to hear.

Slowly, I turned to look at him. He had a smile etched to his lips and held his laptop. For the umpteenth time, I was glad I looked nothing like him and I was nothing like him.

“How did school go today? Splendid as always?” He probed with a wide smile.

“Don't pretend like you care. What happened? You aren’t with your mistresses today?” I questioned and the smile on his lips got yanked off. That was exactly what I loved to do. He did not deserve a happy moment just like he had always taken mine.

“I think you should go back to them. You enjoy spending time with them, don’t you? You should go back to them and not come home. “ I responded. I could not bottle up the anger and hate this time. I had had enough.

“Don’t you dare talk to me in such manner! I am still your father and I birthed you!” He yelled out at me but I scoffed.

“You are not my father and you will never be.” I responded before walking off. I hated him so much. I hated him with everything in me.

He always had the habit of pretending to be nice and cool to everyone, playing Mr. Perfect in front of everyone yet he was a demon. I wished the world would see beyond his philanthropic act and see the real demon that lives in him.

I threw off my bag quickly and took off my cloth before getting into the shower. Today had been one hell ride of a day.

First, it was that stupid thing and now seeing 'my' father. It was the weekend and I did not understand why he was not out with his mistresses. Then, it clicked.

A devilish grin found its way to my lips. If only she knew….

I got out of the shower and got dressed quickly. No sooner had I gotten dressed when the door slowly pushed open.

“Mom! You should respect my privacy. I am no longer the little boy you used to know. I am now an adult. I was uncladded a couple of minutes ago and you could have just walked in.” I threw my hands in the air.

“Come on. You are still the little boy I have always known and carried in my arms. You will forever remain that to me but I promise to knock the door when next I am going to come in.

I just haven’t gotten accustomed to it. It still feels like when you were just a little boy.” I responded.

I rolled my eyes. She had continued with that same line and promise for seven years now yet she never got accustomed to it.

“Dinner is ready.” She spoke and held my hands. “and… as you know… your father would be having guests so please, be in your best of character.” She advised and I yanked my hands off hers. “I know you do not like her and … I am not asking you to like her but… you have to be nice to them.

They are not going to see what your father has done. They are only going to see you and that would leave a bad impression on you.” She spoke.

“Why do I have to? If father has decided to bring one of his mistresses home, why do I have to be nice to her? They killed my mother! If you had not been there for me, what would have become of me when my father left me alone?!” I tried so hard to hold back the tears but it was very difficult.

“I know… I know I am nothing but a maid…..”

“You are not a maid. You are my mother. You have been here with me since I was a child and that makes you my mother. “ I asserted.

She was way better than the monster who called himself my father.

“I made so much effort in making the meal. Please…. Have it.” She pleaded and with a frown, I nodded. I could not object to her. Father was already at the table as he ushered his 'guests' in.

“Good you are here, son. It is time to meet our guests.” Father responded with a wide smile on his face.

My legs glued to the floor as I stared at the figures sitting in the dining table. My brows arched inwards as I hoped it was my mom playing me. It had to be

The woman looked surprised to see me and her daughter stood up in shock.

The weird girl in school? interesting.