Page 92 of Caged Between the Beta & Alpha
“She creates a connection, not love,” he replied quietly, looking down at me. “I don’t blame Liam for acting the way he did, but I also don’t like the way he’s treating Damon. And is that boy crazy that he actually wants to make this work?”
“We can’t question what they want. Regardless of their decision, we will support them,” I murmured, kissing his neck.
“Yeah… but the bond alone isn’t enough to make it work. If the bond was everything, people wouldn’t cheat on their mates. There wouldn’t be rejections, there wouldn’t be anyone hurting their mates. The bond… it’s a strong pull that ties us to people, but it’s way fucking far from absolute.”
I looked into his eyes. Elijah had never placed the same value in the bond as I did. Yes, we were fated, but he had been ready to throw away his fated mate for me, and that was the true extent of his love.
“I know it is, but I’m sure they will do what is best for them.” Elijah shook his head.
“Yeah, maybe,” he said. “I just don’t think they should use the bond as an excuse to stay stuck without moving in any direction. I guess Liam is your son, so he places some value on the bond.”
“He’s your son, too, and loves unconditionally,” I replied, my gaze lingering on his lips.
“That’s the way it should be,” he replied before claiming my lips in a sizzling kiss…
I pushed the thoughts away, looking at Damon as Elijah told him to start from the top. He took a deep breath. I knew he was worried about Liam as well.
“We need to know, Damon,” I pushed, sitting on the sofa next to him as I took his hand in my own.
He looked at me, smiling softly. I reached over and kissed his cheek delicately. I had seen this boy grow up into the man he was today. Every time I thought of Aaron, all I remembered was Monica telling him she was going to be a mama and giving him that ‘Daddy’s Favourite BayBee’ romper, a moment that would always remain in my mind, yet it hurt knowing Aaron was gone and Monica was not who she once used to be. Our little BayBee was brave. He was a selfless, loving young man who deserved the very best in life. I would never show him the sadness that I felt because he was staying strong, and so would I.
“Tell us,” I said, not letting go of his hand.
He sighed in defeat and began telling us about this curse…
“That’s all we’vegot for now,” Damon finished.
My heart was thundering, and I could feel Elijah’s walls were up.
Goddess… Indigo, Dad, Mom, Grandma Amy, Liam, Aaron, Rafael, Daniel... how many people would you take from us? Now Liam?
Elijah was silent, running his fingers through his sandy brown locks.
“So, he practically has about two and a half months,” Elijah said. “We break this curse, or he’s gone.” His voice was emotionless, yet I knew that wasn’t the case inside.
Goddess, don’t give my baby any more pain… please. He has been through so much…I looked away from Elijah, trying to contain my pain for him. I stood up, ruffling my hair.
“There is no ‘or’ or ‘ifs’ in this scenario. We are going to break this curse one way or another, or I’m up to facing Helios himself,” I said, frowning. “No one is taking my son from me.”
My eyes blazed at the very thought. I had lost far too much already. Then we had no choice. There was nothing we could do but this was different. There was a chance. I didn’t care if he had drawn the same card as Zidane. I didn’t care if we didn’t have the answers. Weweregoing to get through this.
Liam had always put himself second to everyone else. He was loving, tender and passionate in everything he did. My son was still inside there. He was battling this in his own way, and he will know that his family is with him. We are goddamn relentless, stubborn, and ambitious. We do not take shit from no one, whether that’s a god or a curse. After all, we’re the Westwoods, we don’t bow down to anything or anyone.
Raven
I knew thatby blurting that out, I was breaking his trust, but I couldn’t just keep it secret when we neededall the help we could get.
“Liam!” I said, running after him. I grabbed the back of his shirt just as he exited the house.
His anger flared up and he spun around, the deep magnetic blue of his wolf’s eyes piercing into my own. Thank the Goddess it wasn’t those dark eyes…
“I trusted you. Don’t you think I had my fucking reasons not to tell them?” He asked coldly, just as a strong wind blew around us.
“Liam, you need help-”
“Don’t give me that fucking shit! I don’t need help. You know what? I regret ever telling you about the fucking curse and card, then no one would have fucking ever known about it,” he said. His voice was so full of anger and bitterness that I felt it inside. “I didn’t want to tell Mom and Dad because they are already going through so fucking much.”
“I know... but if they lose you, then-”
