I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he scared the shit out of my great-grandfather’s wits.
“If you touch him again, I won’t spare you.” My father calmed down a little and returned to normal. He looked in my direction with a warm smile on his face. “Can we hang out, Shiva?”
“Yes.” I cheered up.
“But first,” he chuckled. “You need to put on some clothes.”
“Huh!” I squeaked, and my hands covered my penis. My father burst out in laughter. The rumors had it that my father hardly smiled. He grabbed my hand and dragged me along with him.
I ran after him.
We both laughed at our heart’s content. He took me to his room and sat me down, ordering the maids behind him to get me some clothes.
“Do you wanna take a bath?” he asked softly.
I shook my head. “Nope, dad.”
I didn’t miss the surprised look on his face when I called him ‘dad’.
The maids brought in some white shirts and blue neckers. He wore them on me. I felt happy when he took the comb his maid gave him and combed my hair and packed it in a ponytail.
I played with my father for a week. We would make a snowman. Play video games, eat breakfast together, eat fruits and candies.
I would climb on his back and play with his long hair, which smells so good. I wonder what he puts on his hair most of the time. The next morning, we would wake up next to each other. Staying with my father was the best moment of my life. Time flew by so fast, I missed school for 8 days.
On the ninth day, I woke up beside my father, snuggled up on his chest. We both held the blankets to our noses as we lay next to each other. When we opened our eyes, we slowly smiled at each other.
He pulled me closer to him in his robe and wrapped his arms around my body.
“You are so cute.” He murmured close to my ear.
I laughed. “Good morning, Dad.”
“And Good morning to you, too.” He answered back in a low tone.
“Alpha Sihwa.” His maid called out to him. “I have an important message for you.”
“Can you come later?” My father responded.
“Sorry, Alpha Sihwa.” She apologized from outside the door. “It’s very urgent.”
My father groaned and stood up from the bed and rubbed his eyes. I got up too and rubbed my eyes to stop them from itching. The both of us sat on the bed with our legs folded on each other and let out a loud groan.
“I want to go back to sleep.” My father whined like a baby and both of us yawned too.
“I wanna pee, dad.” I tugged at his sleeve to take me to the toilet.
“Ok, let’s go to the toilet.” He got up from the bed and moved to my right side, and carried me up in his arms.
My little hands held his neck.
He let me stand on my feet to use the toilet and, surprised, we both yawned at the same moment. I finished easing myself. My father carried me up in his arms like a baby and took me back to the bed.
However, the moment got ruined when my great-grandfather burst into my father’s room, ordering his guards to seize me.
“Father!” I yelled, panicked. “Father, no.”
My father turned his gaze away from me and said. “If he ever gets maltreated again, I will kill you.”
“Understood.” My great-grandfather took me along with him. I cried and struggled in his grip. I morphed into wolf form to my way off their arms and run back to my father.
But my father didn’t flinch at my cries.
I felt sad and sobbed as I ran back, but the guards seized me once again.
What took me back wasn’t the fact he abandoned me. It was when I saw my father’s tears rushing down his cheeks and his bleeding hand over his mouth. When did he get injured? He didn’t touch anything dangerous. He carried me back from the toilet seconds ago.
What happened?
After that day, I kept trying to escape. But whenever I did, I got caught and punished. The bad things my great-grandfather did to me, he stopped doing them and treats me better than he did before.
He was nicer to me. A little.
I didn’t care about how caring he was. Just wanted to see my father. I didn’t know he was trying to protect me all this time from me seeing his bad sides.
When I successfully escaped from my quarters, I sighted my father and ran after him. When our eyes met, my father became Sihwa Grimwolf, instead of who he was when we first met.
“Who are you?” He solemnly questioned, and that was when I saw the woman who birthed me beside him.
Oh, yes. I recognized her right away because we looked exactly alike. I knew she was my mother.
Yet, my focus was on Sihwa, my father, who didn’t recognize me. The alpha I saw two weeks ago didn’t recall who I was.
“It’s me.” I pointed at myself. “Shiva.” I introduced myself. “I’m Shiva Grimwolf, your son.”
His brows furrowed.
My heart pounded at the unknown. I morphed into my wolf form, hoping this would help him remember me. I hopefully glanced at my father, who still didn’t know who I was.
“Who let a stray wolf in here?” He asked and looked at a woman dressed in an assassin’s black outfit. She wore her black knee-high boots.
Rumors had it. She always did it because my father loved it.
“He isn’t a stray wolf. He is-” she hesitated, shifted her gaze off me. “Is one of your-” she looked down.
“Cat caught your tongue or something?” He glared and looked around for a second. “Guards.” He snapped his fingers and about 30 of them appeared before him. “Take this stray wolf out of my quarters before I cut your dicks off.”
Didn’t he recognize me?
“Father, it’s me.” My voice caught up in my throat. “Shiva.” My voice broke. “Your-”
Since that day, my father has blocked all entrances to prevent me from seeing him. I tried all I could to see him again, but all my efforts proved abortive.
I turned 10. I never saw my father during these 2 years.
During the years, we crossed paths. But he ignored me and walked past me. I didn’t know how to react, but I learned a few things about him.
My father’s childhood was a rough one. He didn’t know what love meant. No one told him how the world works or how an individual should treat people. Most people would think but he took care of you and treated you like his son, right? But what people don’t know is that, no matter how someone acts nice to other people, it doesn’t mean they know what they are doing or they know it’s the right thing to do, which is pretty sad.
My father is insane. Of course, that’s correct. He refuses to accept that reality differs from fantasy. When I heard what happened to him…