CONFRONTATION
1199 Words
THIRD PERSON'S POV
Mason walked into this pitch-black living room.
His clothes were casual— completely different from the high-class tuxedo he wore earlier.
His hair was slicked back, laced with a few droplets of water.
A faint scent of alcohol and tobacco clung to him
His eyelids were heavy from exhaustion, but still a small smile played at the corner of his lips.
He sat on a nearby couch, reminiscing on his chance encounter with Ella.
A woman he had no intention of meeting, yet she overthrew his day.
A woman he barely knew, but felt like he did his entire life.
She wasn't the cleanest, but he wasn't uncomfortable with her touch.
She was special, different— she reminded him of a little girl with blonde hair who offered him her lunch a couple of years ago, when him and his younger sister were kicked out of the Alpha's mansion.
Speaking of that kid, he still had to repay her for her kindness, if it wasn't for her, his late sister wouldn't have had a proper meal before her passing.
He still recalled his sister's final words, “Say thank you to the cook, for the food, will you brother? It was delicious."
Mason's cheeks felt wet all of a sudden; he reached out to touch them, only to realize that he was crying.
Turns out the strong, untouchable Mason was a sucker for his late sister.
It had been fifteen years since she passed but everyday still feels like hell.
A constant reminder that he failed to protect, and provide for her.
Just then, the light switch clicked on.
A blinding flash of soft golden light immediately illuminated the room.
Mason squinted.
An annoyed frown played on his lips, as he hurriedly wiped off his tears.
“Look who's finally decided to show up?" Grandma Claire's deep, drawling voice cut across the silence.
Mason sighed; of course, who else would monitor his life apart from his grandma?
He slowly opened his eyes, revealing a mix of exhaustion and amusement.
“What are you doing up so late? Insufficient sleep is bad for your health."
Grandma Claire froze for a second.
She didn't expect him to be so concerned about her health.
Lately, it's just been him paying for medical bills without asking a thing.
A warm smile spread across her face as she approached him.
“So, how did your date go?" she asked, taking a seat next to Mason.
“Fine," he declared coldly.
His expression was unreadable.
“Did you meet anyone new?" she pushed, blinking innocently.
But fortunately, he had long expected this.
“No, just some old acquaintances."
Grandma Claire's brow arched with interest.
“Care to share a few names?"
Her face radiated excitement as she spoke.
Mason didn't think at all, he just quickly dismissed her with, “Can't think of anyone worth talking about."
Grandma Claire stared at him intensely for a while, her expression unreadable, before breaking into a long sigh.
“You're one annoying young man," she said shaking her head, consequently grabbing Mason's attention. “Fine, I will ask you directly."
“Who was the pretty woman you were with tonight?"
Mason leaned back in his seat, a small smile tugging on his lips as he casually dismissed her.
“I was with a lot of women today; you have to be specific if you want something."
Grandma Claire shook her head, utterly bewildered by her cockiness.
“Does blue dress. and an aura of sophistication ring the bell?" Grandma Claire asked and Mason burst into a low chuckle.
“You were spying on me, weren't you?"
Grandma Claire froze for a second, her expression caught between surprise and curiosity."
“That's bedsides the point, Grandson," she quickly dismissed.
Mason raised an eyebrow.
“Really!"
A look of intrigues on his face as he leaned back in his chair.
“So what could the point be then, Grandma?"
“The point is, you are no longer a kid Mason. Get married, and give me great grand kids already. This house feels so empty," she explained, her face crumbling into a frown.
Mason pitches his nose bridge.
“Why didn't you say this earlier?"
Grandma Claire raised her head in shock.
Her ears tinkling in disbelief.
“You would make it happen?" she asked, her eyes scanning his face with uncertainty.
“Absolutely."
A burst of excitement emanated from Grandma Claire's chest.
Was this man really her grandson?
Her very own grandson who has been so against marriage earlier, was now willing to get married and in a rush.
“It's settled then," she shot up, clapping her hands in excitement. “I would arrange you a marriage partner immediately..."
Mason's brow's furrowed.
“Who said anything about getting married?"
Grandma's heart stop momentarily.
“But you said you were going to give me great grand kids."
“Great grand kids, not a daughter in-law," Mason responded coldly.
Grandma Claire's mouth fell open.
“You want to have kids without actually marrying their mother?"
Mason nodded calmly.
Grandma Claire turned red instantly.
“Not a chance Mason. I wouldn't let you follow the footsteps of that worthless father of your..."
Mason's eyes widened.
He glanced up at his grandmother clenching his jawbone in disbelief.
“Grandma don't even compare me to that coward again."
He could believe she dared to compare him when the man he hated most, his late irresponsible father who let his mom be beaten to death and threw them on the street.
“I wouldn't acting like him. In this family we respect family ties, so no grandson of mine would have a child out of wedlock and that's final."
Mason rose to his feet.
“I wasn't planning on," he announced, his tone bone chillingly calm. “I was going to adopt."
Grandma Claire immediately turned pale.
“Adopt?"
Mason nodded.
Grandma Claire's face turned ashen.
“Why would you adopt? Are you not a man Mason? Or do you hate my bloodline so much so— you want to end it?"
Tears began falling uncontrollably.
Truth be told he did hate his alpha blood line, but that wasn't the reason why he wanted to adopt— the reason was he wasn't a complete man.
All those years he stepped graveling on the street had caught up with him. His reproductive organ was damaged and he was impotent wouldn't say that, else his grandma would die of high blood pressure.
“Grandma you are overreacting."
“Overreacting?" she snapped. “You are throwing your life away and you expect me to be chill about it. No a chance."
“You are getting married as soon as possible and that's final. If you can't get a wife I would happily get her for you."
Mason helds on to his temples, his anger rising, but he doesn't react.
He just grabs his tuxedo coat.
“Good night grandma," he said, kissed his grandma's forehead and walked out.
Grandma Claire called after him, but he didn't respond.
One thing was clear though he had to find someone to curb his grandma's anger, but who exactly?
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