Destiny

Chapter 12

“He’s back?”

“Yes, and he wants to see you.”

My heart skipped a beat and most of me wanted to see him. But then I remembered his lips were on another woman.

“I am not ready to see him yet.”

“ OK, but he is really sorry.”

“I am sure he is Dad, but he still kissed another wolf and continued to spend time with her.”

“I know princess but he was in a bad place.”

“He put himself in that place.” I could feel myself getting angry.

“You know that’s not true.”

“ OK Dad, well, I have homework so I am going to talk to you in a couple of days.”

“ OK Princess. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

For the next couple of months, I worked hard in my classes and spent as much time as I could painting and drawing. Broc was always by my side, supporting me and pushing me to do better.

Before I knew, it was almost November. Every call home I was bombarded with my family trying to get me to talk to Chase. I just couldn’t. I still loved him and I wasn’t even made anymore.

Being around humans, I was able to understand how hard it is to lose somebody close to you. Some people even become severely depressed and will hurt themselves.

I refused to talk to him because I knew I would want to go home and I just wasn’t ready to mate and settle down. I didn’t want to be with anybody else, but I just wanted to be 16.

I know that makes me selfish, but Chase was allowed to be selfish for over a year. Why couldn’t I?

But I knew Thanksgiving meant I had no choice but to see him and the moment Chase sees me he would want to mark me.

“Hey Buttercup. You seemed lost in thought.” I looked up to see Broc.

“I was just thinking about going home.”

“I bet you are excited about seeing your family.”

“Uh yeah I am.”

“You don’t sound excited.”

“To be honest, my boyfriend will be waiting for me.”

“I didn’t even know you had a boyfriend.” He said, sounding surprised.

“ I guess he isn’t my boyfriend. I ended things with him months ago but…”

“But you love him and you’re afraid to fall back into the same old routine?”

“Basically.”

“Well, I have a show the day before thanksgiving. You could put some of your work in the show and use it as an excuse to stay here.”

“Really?”

“If you want.”

I couldn’t help myself. I jumped up and wrapped my arms around Broc.

“Thank you!” I have to call my parents.”

My parents were not happy about me not coming home. However, they were excited that my art would be in a show. They decided to come and spend thanksgiving with us. Which meant my parents would take my room and the 6 kids would be sharing the spare bedroom/art room and the living room.

It would be tight but I loved my family and it made me beyond happy.

The next few weeks went way too fast. Broc used more than just a couple of paintings. Almost half of the paintings were mine.

“Wow sweet pea. Your work is amazing”, my mom said, looking over some of my work.

“Thanks Mom.”

I looked up to see Broc making his way toward me. I really didn’t want to introduce him to my dad as the friend who asked me to join the show. I know he would not be happy with me being friends with a man.

“Mr. and Mrs. Black, it is wonderful to see you again.” Broc said, reaching out and shaking my Dad’s hand.

“Oh Hi Broc. Are you here to purchase some art too?” My mom asked. I know she knew better but she was going to make things a little uncomfortable.

“Oh no, I guess Lillian didn’t tell you. This is our show.”

I could tell that did not go over well with my father.

“Really? You are the friend that asked her to join the art show?”

“Yes sir. Your daughter is very talented. In fact, over half of her work has already been purchased.”

I looked over at my Dad with big eyes. People were buying my work.

“Well, I guess that is good news, isn’t it?”

The rest of the show went quickly and almost all of my paintings sold. I was in complete shock. I would have been happy with one selling. Even if that one was to my Dad.

As soon as we got back to the apartment, my father looked at me and I knew I was in trouble.

“Lillian your room please.”

We walked to my room and he closed the door.

“He is 5 years older than you and not your mate.”

“I know Dad and we are just friends. He has really helped me while I have been here.”

“He wants to be more than friends.”

“Dad, I am only 16. No, he doesn’t and he has never tried anything.”

“I want you to talk to Chase.”

“I will.”

“You have until Christmas and then I am telling him where you are and he will come and find you.”

I knew there was no point in arguing and there was no way I was getting out of going home for Christmas. But I couldn't help but feel a little betrayed. I mean I was his daughter.

“Fine.”

Chase’s POV

I wasn’t surprised when Alpha told me she didn’t want to speak to me. But I thought I would see her for sure at Thanksgiving. But when they went to her, I started to feel like there was no hope,

I then realized this is how I made her feel. I had no right to be upset. Had I just stayed here until I turned 18, none of this would have happened.

She had begged me to stay and I walked away. This was my punishment. I swear when I get her back I will never let her go.