“I would love to see all of you bang her. It’s my fetish, after all, to watch my mate sleep with multiple alphas.”
“Everyone obviously knows you are sick.” Lykan muttered under his breath.
As if he was different.
“What did you say?” Soren grimaced.
“I don’t care what you have to say, Lykan. Don’t touch Gerhard.” Donovan went on.
Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think about Donovan getting Gerhard’s back.
“Is that so?” He raised his brows in laughter.
“Yes.” His tone darkened. “And watch your mouth when you are speaking to me.”
“Both of her friends are dead.” My footsteps echo as I walk closer. “Wouldn’t it be best to kill her? She wants revenge. Why does my father want her so much? Why is he obsessed with her?”
“I think you already know the answer to that,” Grimm responded to me. “Why are you asking?”
“Awwn.” Lykan smirked. “Did someone break your heart, Shiva?”
“Get off my back, Lykan.” I sighed and rubbed through my hair.
“That’s not a good way to talk to your uncle. I’m so sad.” Lykan forced out fake tears and slapped his left hand on his mouth.
“Quit the fake tears. You are not my uncle.” I retorted.
Wendy kept banging on the doors.
“I can’t stand this,” Donovan mumbled and walked out on us.
My name is Shiva Grimwolf. The first grandson of Aaron, the Alpha and former leader of the Pure Bloodline clan, before my father renamed the clan as the Grimwolf pack.
My father is Sihwa Grimwolf and the current leader of the pack. I’m his heir to the Grimwolf pack.
I grew up in a fancy home, with my nannies, my bodyguards, and my pets. I shifted at an early age and became the topic of the pack.
As an alpha, I was perfect with everything I had and excelled in my academics and strength. People feared me more because of my father.
Everywhere I went, the second I told them who I was, no one dared disobey me. I loved my life, except people feared me, and the people I loved always left me.
Which broke me apart and left me in a dark pit with no route to walk on. I grew up in a lonely household where I was always told to stay inside and not come outside. Hardly had friends around me. I would always watch children around my age, play with their friends, and have lots of fun.
Why growing up, I never actually knew my father. The pack gave me rules to follow, trained me like an alpha, and my grandfather directed my every action.
No, my great-grandfather.
I was under him and grew up like he wanted. But I didn’t know my parents. I knew who they were, but I didn’t know them. Since I was always inside and hardly saw any of my uncles, my aunties, and my father’s family around me. I got curious to know more about them. As a child, we always get curious to know things. The more we get prevented from learning about those things, the stronger our desire to find out becomes.
One day, I got fed up with my great-grandfather’s rules. I felt suffocated and thought if I met my father, I would get to free myself from my great-grandfather.
One night, I sneaked out of my room to go see what my father actually looked like, to beg him to let me stay with him. Since I was his child, I could get on his side and tell him how I was feeling. I could ask for his help and he would help me because I am his son.
I had a lot of hope that night.
I morphed into my wolf form and dashed into the hallway to my father’s room in the middle of the night. I saw my father in the hallway, standing in a black robe, his long red hair past his waist. A little rough at the edges and full, too. He stared sadly at the bright moon through the plain window and both hands at his side.
He looked down. Suddenly, his red eyes glimmered and switched to my direction. I couldn’t move for a moment. My gaze wouldn’t leave his expression.
He was such a beauty.
If it wasn’t for his robe loosening up a little on his chest, I would think he was a woman. I stood there in my wolf form, staying 20 feet away from him.
He is Sihwa. I heard from my grandfather about how long his hair is. He is definitely the one, and he smells different, too.
And pretty.
“Did you escape from your great-grandfather’s quarters, Shiva?” He slowly smiled and gracefully strolled up to me.
I took a few steps back, thinking he was going to take me back to my great-grandfather.
“Don’t worry, you can still be with me.” He came up to me. “I’m not taking you back to him.” He bent down and carried me up in his arms. “You are so little, Shiva.” He commented and patted my head.
His hand felt warm to the touch. I have never felt this warmth from anyone before. This was the first time I have ever felt this comforted by him. I heard he visits me when I’m asleep. I haven’t talked to him before. But the excitement of having a conversation with him swelled up my heart.
I never knew getting this close to my father was this warm, protective, and loving. He wrapped his hands around me. I cuddled up to him and rested my head on his firm chest. I felt secure and this fatherly love I received from him discarded any negative rumors I’ve heard about him. All I could think about as a child back then was, I have met my father, and he was the only one that could love me.
‘How old are you now, Shiva?’ He calmly asked and kept looking at the moon.
His voice sounds smoothened.
I didn’t want to say anything. I didn’t want to make a terrible impression on my father. They always say first impressions are very important. I couldn’t speak in my wolf’s form or mind-link to him to tell him how old I was. Though, I felt a little sad he didn’t know my age, but I just took it like he probably miscalculated.
I guess I was trying to convince myself, in a way, that he loves me, and that I shouldn’t feel sad because he doesn’t remember my age. I heard he gave birth to me when he was pretty young.
So, that should be the reason he doesn’t recall my age very well. I heard he is always busy and hardly has time for himself. I overheard my grandfather talking to my great-grandfather about my father’s body being so weak.
I raised my paws up to tell him how old I was. He looked down at me and chuckled a little. “You are so cute.” He smiled. “Are you trying to tell me your age?”
Staring at his beauty was truly out of this world, and I couldn’t believe in my eyes that this alpha was my father.
His smile widened. “You are 8 years old, right, Shiva?”
He remembered.
“Happy birthday, Shiva.” He leaned on my forehead and kissed me.