Glen’s POV
“I’m the worst, aren’t I?” I asked Dominic seriously as I walked outside the pack house.
He kept quiet, refusing to answer because he knew how I felt.
When our father asked me to play along and make our mother comfortable, I felt terrible and angry with him!
Why couldn’t he just be genuine and love us for who we are?
I was supposed to hate him completely, yet I couldn’t.
A huge part of me was so happy to have him talk to me without criticism or sarcasm.
“Dominic,” I called softly.
He wasn’t saying a thing, but I could feel his emotions. He really wanted to be acknowledged by our father’s wolf as well.
“Shouldn’t we take this moment and use it to our advantage? He could end up liking us for real, you know,” I said loudly and then turned to look back.
“Talk to me,” I whispered silently.
His silence was making me feel worse than I already felt.
“He will never be proud of us,” he answered in a low tone.
I could feel the hurt and anger from his tone in just those few words.
I clenched my hands into fists and went back to the pack house.
As soon as I entered the living room, I faced my father, who was looking at me seriously with a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
“What? I hope you don’t mind me taking a drink. I need this to calm myself down,” he said as he took a sip from the bottle.
“I just can’t seem to accept that Berta is back here in our pack! I feel a little scared that this might be a dream,” he said seriously, then took another sip.
I wanted to kindly point out how this was not a dream, but I felt anger hearing him talk to me like everything was okay between us.
“How could this be a dream when your bastard son is a part of it?” I asked furiously.
My question seemed to piss him off for a second because his facial expression turned cold.
I was surprised when he chuckled softly and then took a sip from his bottle.
“Glen, was it?” he asked, pissing me off even more.
“You know my damn name very well, Clyde, because you called and used it minutes ago,” I answered seriously.
“Right, Glen, I do know your name,” he said, then moved closer to me and stood in front of me.
“But I don’t recall allowing you to call me by my name,” he said coldly as I crossed my arms.
“What exactly will you do about it, Clyde? Isn’t it your damn name?” I asked seriously.
When he raised a brow in silence, I found myself feeling uncomfortable.
“Dad,” I whispered in a low tone.
His face instantly lit up.
“Now that’s a son I would be proud of,” he said as he moved his hand onto my shoulder.
I wanted to slap his hand away, but hearing him say that made me happy.
“Son, Clyde is indeed my name, but only your mother and my Beta are allowed to call me by it,” he said as I frowned.
“Then what exactly can this weak bastard call you?” I asked seriously.
I knew very well how he hated the thought of me calling him “dad” or “father,” and calling him by his name wasn’t something he preferred.
“Father or dad is okay…” he trailed off and then sighed loudly.
“For now,” he answered as I furiously frowned, tears filling my eyes.
I expected such a response from him because he was doing it all for Mom. But hearing it from his mouth still hurt me a lot.
“You would go a mile for our mother, wouldn’t you, Father? Even if it means doing things you don’t like,” I said huskily, then moved my hand to cover my face.
“Glen, do you know how long I have waited and longed for your mother? I had no idea if she was alive or not until you came into this pack to confirm it,” he said in a serious tone.
“I wanted to meet her soon, and I did plan how I would go back to her side. That’s why I told Sky how I wanted to go to human territory. It was all because of her,” he said as tears rolled down my cheeks.
“I never wanted to accept you, that I acknowledge, but there was never a time I hated your mother. To me, she was the one and only love of my life. Even now, I still love and want her,” he said seriously.
I dropped my hands and smiled.
“I understand, Father. You would even lose your life to make her stay, wouldn’t you?” I asked as his expression softened.
“I would,” he answered seriously.
I guess I was supposed to be very grateful to him. He not only answered me honestly; he couldn’t pretend or keep his feelings in the dark.
“I understand,” I said huskily, then wiped my tears away.
“I’ll go and check on Sky and see how he is doing,” I said, and then turned.
“Glen,” he called loudly.
I slowly turned, feeling powerless, and faced him.
He moved closer and stood in front of me with a sad expression on his face.
“What?” I asked seriously.
“I am sorry,” he whispered, and then embraced me as tears continued to roll down my cheeks.
I wanted to pull back, but he couldn’t let me go.
“Dad, please don’t make this difficult for me when I’m trying so hard to hate you,” I cried, expecting him to let go and step back.
But when he wouldn’t, I slowly hugged him back as I sobbed in his embrace.
I didn’t know what was wrong with me.
No matter what he said to me or did, I couldn’t hate him.
I actually wished for his attention. To me, he was who I wanted to look up to.
When he pulled back, I lowered my gaze to the floor.
“I’ll go,” I said huskily, and then turned, but frowned when he grabbed my wrist.
When I turned back, I was surprised to see his dark red eyes.
I braced myself, expecting his wolf to say harsh words and curse me out.
“I am so proud of you and what you have become, Glen.”
The words that came from him shocked me so much.
“Father,” I called in a whisper as he smiled.
“Very proud,” he whispered as his eyes turned back to their original color.
I slowly went down to my knees, sobbing silently.
Hearing such words, even if they weren’t from him but from his wolf, meant everything to me.
I felt like a part of me was fulfilled.
“Thank you,” I whispered in a pained tone as tears continued to fall.