The Werewolf's Vampire Mate
Chapter 174: Memories

Chapter 174: Memories

Cassius.

"Are you sure about this?"

I look around the room. I have been transported so many times that I am starting to lose track of anything. It seems like Gyles is showing me everything. Flooding it all on me, I don’t know if I can handle it all. I don’t even understand what is going on.

"This is the only way I can have her. That baby is her life.’’ Rollin speaks up. There are two men in this room and I recognize them both. Rollin and the man I called father for two years. This is the man that was supposed to turn me.

How is this even possible?

"We are talking about a baby, you can’t be serious.’’

Rollin frowns, the look on his face, screams impatient. Like he wants to get this over with. I don’t even know what they are talking about but it seems like a deal that wouldn’t end well. Rollin is a wolf, Macaly is a vampire. Why would a wolf and a vampire be making a deal? This is way before the contention. This is a long time ago. The more Gyles shows me, the more confused I am. I don’t even know what to think anymore.

"You owe me, after all these years, it is the least you can do.’’ Rollin reminds the man I mourned. When the whole family died. I was beside myself. They took me in when I had nothing when I was just a little kid in the streets. Even though they had to take a lot of convincing from Gyles. When I went back to the house, I could smell them. Their burnt bodies. The ash that they had become. I didn’t have a close relationship with them, I was still getting to know them, unlike Gyles. He lived for them. Somehow, he felt like he owed his life to Macaly. When he left me, he left because of the promise he made to them. If he had followed me that night, nothing would have happened to him. We would have been together, happy.

"This is very dangerous. You are asking me to attack a pack. How do you expect me to survive this?’’ The man I once called father, asks.

I watch the scene in front of me. There is confusion in my mind because Rollin was with Beth—Gyles’s mother. He cares about her, so how could he possibly be planning this right now. Why would he do this?

"I will help, this doesn’t have to be an attack. All you have to do is go to the community when I tell you and take the baby, you have to kill him.’’

Kill him?

What the fuck?

"I can’t kill a baby,’’ Macaly objects, his voice shaking.

I never got the evil vibe from him. I lived with them for two years and I never saw him as a monster. He is not going to agree to this. He won’t kill an innocent child. He will refuse this. I am so sure of it. I don’t want to believe this.

"You owe me." Rollin reminds him again. He seems to be doing that a lot. Reminding him that he has no choice.

I see the defeated look in his eyes. Before he agrees to it, I see it in his expression. I know he is not backing down and there is nothing I can say or do because I am not really here.

"Tomorrow at midnight,’’ Rollin informs him.

I watch the scene play out like a thief in the night. I can’t say or do anything to make this better. If I could change the past. Undo all the damage I have done. Convince Gyles to follow me that night. All this wouldn’t have happened. I wouldn’t be dying, with anyone by my side.

We would have been happy.

It is too late to change the past.

There is no way that can be done.

I close my eyes and in that instant, I am back in the basement and Gyles is in front of me. His eyes are open. It seems like he has been watching me for a while. I raise a brow wanting to know if he is there. Is he back to normal? Does he remember me? I have so many unanswered questions and I don’t know how to breathe them out into words.

"Gyles,’’ I blurt out his name. It rolls out of my tongue like soft butter. The name I love, the name I will never forget.

His stretches his hand out, my eyes stay on his face as I hope and silently pray for validation. I would die a happy man, knowing he is okay. Knowing he is sane and living well. I wouldn’t want him to dwell on us. I wouldn’t want him to think about me and have anger towards it all.

"Please let me know you’re here.’’ I plead with so much desperation in my voice. His hand rests on my face. His eyes flicker, still on my face. I can feel him here, the old Gyles I know. He shifts his body forward, we are so close. Our faces are just like an inch apart. God, he will be the death of me. I watch him, unsure of what he plans to do. It feels like he wants to kiss me. Oh, what I would do to get a kiss from him.

His fingers go around my face, his legs are pressing on mine. Everything is overpowering on me. I don’t know how to handle it all. I just wish he would talk to me. Tell me that everything is going to be alright. Somehow, it feels like Gyles brings out that little boy in me. The helpless child that only had one person.

"R..ro..Roger,’’ he breathes out my name very softly. It is almost inaudible. My heart screams from that sound. This is everything I wanted, but I am not even given the chance to react or even contemplate what is happening because the next thing I know, his lips are on mine with so much force that I fall to the floor, my back hitting the cold ground roughly. He doesn’t give me any chance to even breathe, he feels hungry. I like every bit of this. Kissing me means he remembers which means he is back. My heart thuds against my chest as his tongue slides into my mouth. In all our time together, he has never kissed me like this, with so much energy, anger, fucking frustration. It feels amazing. Sturdily, his tongue slides into my mouth. It sends chills down my spine. I grab him by his waist, he presses into me. Our bodies have now meshed together. It is insane.

I can’t stop.

I don’t even want to stop.

I can’t say how long we stay in that position, making out like kids that have been starved from each other for a long time. You can’t blame me, it has been years since I have been with anyone. I have imagined this moment for so long. Thought about my dying day. How I will be reunited with him in the afterlife. I wanted his touch, I wanted to see him smile, laugh. So badly. Now he is here and he remembers me. I know what happened to him. How someone betrayed his mother. They took him from his family, I don’t have the rest but he should know it. It was all his memories, which means he knows everything. After a while, after what feels like an eternity, he pulls back from me slowly, and I see the tears in his eyes. I don’t know what he is thinking but the sadness is unlike anything I have ever seen. It completely takes over me and gets to my skin.

"Roger,’’ he calls my name again. I can never tire of hearing him call my name. it has become my favourite sound on earth. "You’re here,’’ he cries, I reach for him and wipe the tears as they fall.

"I’m here,’’ I assure him.

I am here but I am dying. The more time I spend with him, the weaker I am. I feel so fucking shitty right now. I brought him back, with all those memories, only to be leaving him again. This is the worst thing I can do to someone. It even feels worse than all those people I killed.

Fuck, I killed so many people.

I guess it is all coming to me now. This is the regret Beau mentioned. The revelation of all my actions. I can see it now. "I thought I was never going to see you again." he continues. My heart breaks completely, I am here but not for long. how do I say that to him without breaking his heart further?

I don’t even know what to say.

How to make things better.

He jumps into my arms, this time, wrapping his around my waist for a hug. I breathe in his scent. I want to take his moment with me.

I want to remember this.

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