Chapter 11.
Pitied Weak Wolf.
Lilian.
"In the meantime, I promise to find the cure for your predicament."
"What predicament?"
"Your wolf, I mean." He paused. "I know how much you or anyone wants to have a connection with their wolf side."
I still felt hesitant about the whole plan. I mean, I was rightfully angry at what I just heard, but something kept egging me in the back of my mind that this was a terrible idea.
"I don't know." I said, avoiding his eyes as I felt drained. "I don't know what to do. I don't know what to think. I don't know what to believe anymore."
I heard a shuffling of clothes and looked up to see Kieran lowering himself to my seated position.
"I'm not saying you should believe me right away, this concerns you and the family you've worked so hard to bring home. I also know you have numerous questions about being a wolf born under the first full moon of the year. You have questions about the reason anyone would want to suppress the gift inside you." He paused. "Daemon wasn't created to have a mate, he isn't wired for one," his voice became softer.
"He doesn't feel the mate pull like you do. He is only taking care of your security because he put you in this situation. He is doing all these out of guilt, and not because he feels anything towards you."
I could feel my eyes prickle with tears at his statement. I know I never really thought about or considered having a mate because my life goals were entirely different, now I almost don't have a life to begin with. All the reason for my existence was gone, and the little silver of hope I had for a better life–Daemon– was gone.
I saw the way he stared softly at Oliver, as if she were everything in his life. And the gaze he had for me? Those intense gray eyes that were always searching mine were filled with pity.
"What should I do?" I asked with a shaky breath, wringing my hands together.
Kieran lifted my face to his, giving me a hard stare. "You know what to do, Lilian." His voice was calm. "Let's do it this way then," He stood up abruptly while adjusting his slightly wrinkled clothes. "Ask Daemon for answers, and if he gives you an answer, you can make your decision based on whatever he tells you. But, if he doesn't tell you anything, you should know where you stand in his life—an object of pity. And be careful of what you get fed with, your food has always and will always be poisoned."
I sagged against the wall and replied with a small voice. "Okay, I will."
But deep down, I didn't know if I could. My mind was in deep turmoil as I considered countless things.
"When you are ready, I will reach out to you."
And with that, he quietly slipped out of the bathroom like a smoke, and I breathed out a deep sigh I didn't know I held.
My tummy grumbled and I realized that I still hadn't eaten anything for two days now, and quite frankly, I didn't have the appetite to stomach any food at this point.
Dragging my feet to stand, I proceeded to splash cold water over my face while going over the whole event in my head. My eyes were dull and emotionless, my lips dried and cracked. If I were Daemon, wouldn't want me too.
I heard a deep growl behind the door, and it was suddenly ripped off its hinges to reveal an angry looking Wilder.
"Where is he?" His voice shook the weak walls of the bathroom at his rage as his eyes glowered at me.
"Who are you talking about?" I feigned ignorance at his question and couldn't help but notice how disheveled he contrasted with some minutes ago. "What happened to you?"
"I will not ask you again, Lilian!" Wilder's eyes flashed as he responded with gritted teeth. "Who was he? What is he? How was he able to knock me out? How was he able to imitate me?" Wilder stepped into the bathroom, his intense aura sucking all the air from the little bathroom.
"I said I don't know what you're talking about." I pointed out again.
"I am a vampire, Lilian. I can still smell him in this bathroom!"
"Then I guess you should use that sense of smell to track him!" I snapped back at him.
There was a sudden confidence that filled me after a thought jumped into my mind. I wasn't going to get hurt while they were here, and neither were they going to physically hurt me. I could use that to my advantage.
Walking around him, I walked into Daemon for the second time today, and I did not miss the deep emotions I felt as our skins made contact. His eyes darkened.
"What happened there, Lilian?" His voice was so deep and low. "What did the man want?"
"I will tell you everything, Daemon." I replied, matching his low tone. "I will tell you every single thing he said if you can answer the two questions I have." I completed my sentence, stepping back and away from him to see his reaction.
With a brow raised, confused, he asked. "What questions do you have, Lily?"
Lily.
My heart skipped a beat as he said that. I needed to focus!
"I want to know about my birth parents, Daemon. I know you know what happened then."
His jaw clenched and his eyes hardened. "Second question?" He forced out, his eyes emphasizing that he wasn't going to tell me.
I sighed and shook my head, giving him my plastic smile. "There is no second question, Daemon. I need to go."
I pushed past him and made my way out of the corridor and into the room where Oliver sat, brushing her long wavy hair, and Daemon followed behind me.
"Where are you going, Lily?" I heard him call from behind.
"To see Alpha Blackthorn. I'm sure he would have the answers you are holding back from me." I replied.
"You won't! I would not let you! It's not safe out there, and you know it!"
"Good! You either stop trying to stop me, or you be my bodyguard instead." I spat back at him.
"Let her go, Daemon." Oliver's soft voice filled the room as she kept brushing her hair, not soaring any of us a glance. "Leave her alone to do what she wants." She repeated, and I watched as my mate's shoulder sag as he retreated towards the sofa that sat in the corner of the room.
I felt a tight squeeze in my chest as he listened to what Oliver said. An unknown fury welled inside me, and I turned away immediately, not before seeing the look of pity that flashed across Wilder's face.
Of course, I was just the pitied weak wolf. I sprinted from the house as the tears flowed freely from my eyes.
An orphan. Mateless. Wolfless.