“So you did know?” I ask, shaking my head. Am I the only one that didn’t? That hurts a lot. So my fathers knew too. Typical. I shake my head.
“No, well, not for sure anyway. Your mother never confirmed it. But you need to understand, sometimes information is key, and sometimes it isn’t. Sometimes knowing too much can alter things onto a different path, one that is worse because you think you know when really you don’t.”
“You and Mom always speak in riddles,” I mutter and roll my eyes.
Why not just come out and say it? None of what he has just said makes any sense. Sure, I get that some things have their own time and place, but this is just unfair.
“Your mother knew when you were a baby, she couldn’t say anything because it could alter fate, change things, and not always for the best. You need to trust that whatever she does or doesn’t do is in your best interest. Sometimes the best thing to do is nothing. If she could tell you, she would have. You have to realize that her situation isn’t so easy. It was difficult for her too,” my father explains.
“If Mom knew, why does she always try to push me toward Jonah?” I ask. Didn’t that just cause me more pain? Making me fall for Jonah? My father shrugs and seems to think for a second before answering.
“Because sometimes things should be altered. I have no idea whatever your mother saw, but she isn’t very subtle when it comes to you and Jonah.” Glad he realized that! Is that why he isn’t as angry as I thought he would be when he saw me with Jonah?
“So you’re not even sure why? She told you nothing?” I ask, slightly shocked. I thought my parents had no secrets from one another, yet she keeps secrets from them, too.
“Whatever she saw, Jonah must have been the better option, or at least needed to be a part of the options, I’m not sure. Your mother has to be careful with what she says to even me; if I give you the wrong information, it could alter everything. She creates bonds, but she never takes choice.”
For a moment, I remain silent, mulling over what he has just said. I respect that. My mother’s job isn’t easy. “But I have a mate; if mom didn’t bond me to Kyan, then who did?” I ask after a moment.
“Kyan did, that’s all she told me. I asked her the same thing, thinking it was her doing, but she told me she tried to pair you with Jonah, that Seline, the old Moon Goddess also tried, yet you and Kyan kept seeking each other out, drawn towards each other like magnets; after a while, you both fused together. She couldn’t separate you, but she told me she tried.”
Why? Why were we pulled together? It doesn’t make any sense, and I feel defeated, thinking mom and Seline tried but failed. “So I am doomed to be with Kyan. It would be so much easier if we could just pick our own mates,” I sigh heavily as I sit back and stare out at the occasional passing car.
“Why can’t you? If Kyan agrees, why can’t you be with Jonah?” Dad asks.
“Because he is not my mate, and what would happen to Kyan?” I ask him with a sigh.
“You know dad wasn’t my mate, right? Well, he was, but also wasn’t. It is complicated,” my father says, and my head snaps to the side to look at him.
“But we have his DNA too.” My father nods his head, shrugging.
“You can’t say that and then not tell me. Does Eziah know?” I ask.
“No, it makes no difference. We are all mates, and we didn’t feel the need to tell you, kids.” He shrugs as if dropping this bomb on me is nothing.
“So what? Mom picked dad, and you just decided to mark him?” I ask, equally confused and curious.
“Not exactly; your father was a chosen bond. I never understood either, but in a sense, I do now, you know of the curse,” I nod. Yes, I am well aware of the curse that is placed on our bloodline, the one that turned me into this freak.
“Well, for the curse to be broken, your mother had to become a Gemini wolf.” I nod. I already know that part.
“Well, for her to become a Gemini wolf, she had to have dark and light mates. Every curse has a loophole,” he adds.
“So, Dad is the loophole?” I ask, frowning as I try to make sense of it.
“No, he is bisexual. He always had two mates. The first one he killed to save your mother. He chose her over his own mate, but your father was originally bonded to me, just I couldn’t feel it. He knew for years and kept it from me.” Dad growls a little like it’s still getting on his nerves after all these years. Wow, someone’s spiteful.
“But how didn’t you feel it?”
“Because I was straight for one, and because your mother was my fated mate. She was already destined to be with me. Mateo, being bisexual, could choose his female mate or male mate. He chose your mother, killing his mate, and it somehow forged the bond with your mother. He already had feelings for your mother. At first, he was jealous of her, but once he met her, he forged a bond with her, and in turn, I could feel the bond through your mother. Which, by the way, was difficult since I was straight and suddenly turned bisexual, but only for your father, other men I feel no attraction for. It helped that we were best friends.”
“So you just accepted it?” My father shakes his head.
“No, I tried to keep them separated. Maddox hated the idea. He was too possessive, but Seline told us she threw us a bone. It turns out your mother’s entire bloodline had two mates. The fated mates never accepted each other. So Seline dabbled with the fates. Twisted it, if you will. Because she liked your mother, she didn’t want the curse to kill her, too. So instead of making two strangers accept each other, she made us best friends, and instead of bonding two people to your mother, she bonded your father to me and me to him when I found my mate, I just couldn’t recognize him until she accepted him, but Mateo was supposed to be bonded to us both. But if I couldn’t accept it, or Maddox history would have repeated itself, and you would be the one trying to break that curse, and your mother would be dead.”