Page 70 of An Enigma for the Lycan Crown Prince
*ELDEN*
The revelation about my father’s betrayal made me spiral more than I thought it would. I never had many expectations of him. I know he didn’t treat Mom right. I know he never treated me right. But I never thought he would stoop so low and have a mistress, impregnate her and then tell her to get rid of the child. He didn’t even sound ashamed about it, just annoyed that other people’s emotions are getting in his way.
He had a mistress, yet he is annoyed with her for making her own choices.
I wonder if Mom knew. Yes, for sure she did. She carried his mark after all, meaning she must have felt his betrayal whenever he was with the other woman. I also wonder if Emilia knows anyof this. Dad said she doesn’t know about the other child, but is that true? Or was she a mistress also?
My feelings have been in such turmoil since yesterday, that I can’t even share what I’ve found out with Flora and Vincent yet. They realize something is wrong, but they both know me well enough to give me some time to open up on my own terms.
To make matters worse, I am scheduled to have training with Dad. Not sparring or anything related to fighting unfortunately, instead the elders want him to teach me more about the political connections between Silverlake and other packs. I will need to try not to claw his throat out when I see him. It doesn’t help much that Regis is as angry as I am. He loved Mom. She and her lycan were always kind to us and treated us as more than just a prophecy.
“You are running late,” Samuel comments when I walk past him towards my father’s office.
“I know,” I say shortly.
Samuel gazes at me, probably surprised at my weird mood and aloof answer, but I don’t give him time to ask questions.What are we going to do?I ask Regis.
He cheated on Mom,Regis growls.Let’s show the asshole what we are capable of.
We can’t kill him for it.
Why not?
Because I want answers,I say.A dead man can’t answer. And do you really have it in you to kill our own father?
Regis seems to contemplate my question.I don’t know. But the more days pass, the less I care. I hate him.
That’s not true, and we both know it. We are angry at him, and there are days when it’s easier to cling to our hatred than to the other upsetting feelings, the ones we constantly try to shove to the side. Deep inside, we are both sad and hurt. Mom left usbecause she couldn’t bear to live anymore, and Dad doesn’t even care for us. There is no parent left that loves us.
I knock at his office door and enter without waiting for an answer. Of course, I am greeted with him glaring at me. “You are late. Do you think it’s funny to waste my time?”
“No,” I say shortly, not trusting myself if this conversation goes on too long.
Dad seems to be taken aback by my answer and lack of any explanation. Looks like I managed to confuse him enough for him to drop it. Instead, he gets right to business immediately. I hate to admit it, but I have to give him credit for at least being organized, despite not giving a fuck about anyone but himself. It’s going to make it easier for me to take over.
However, despite me trying to keep my cool, Regis is getting angrier and angrier the longer we are in Dad’s vicinity. It takes all my willpower not to give in to him and hand over the reins.
Calm down!I huff.
I can’t help it,Regis growls.He is pissing me off so much.
He starts pacing around in my mind, walking angry circles, all the while shooting invisible daggers into Dad’s direction. His aura is getting stronger, too. My head starts hurting from trying not to focus on him.
I feel a stinging pain on my cheek, making me snap my eyes up. It pulls me out of my battle of control with my lycan. Dad’s hand had cracked across my cheek, and I was too much in my head to see it coming.
“You are not focusing,” he says coldly.
Regis has had enough. It’s my failure, of course, not to have control of the situation, as I should have. I always need to be in control. Regis, however, manages to push forward and narrows his eyes to a glare.
“Did my mother kill herself because of your cheating ass?” he growls.
Dad looks stunned. “Regis?”
“Oh, you know my name. I am honored,” Regis snarls. “Answer me! What did you do to my mother!”
“So, you found out,” Dad says calmly.
“Only an idiot would have such a conversation out in public, instead of the confinement of a private office,” Regis huffs. “Next time you talk to Samuel, close the door. You never know who listens.”
