The Werewolf's Vampire Mate
Chapter 216: You never forget

Chapter 216: You never forget

Gyles.

I know now that I hate movies.

Or maybe the loud sounds from the speakers and the flashing lights are not for me. I escape from the theatre, glad that they didn’t notice. I got flashbacks. Things I don’t want to remember and somehow the movie became a trigger.

The minute I walk out of the darkness and to the bright light outside, I feel relief wash me.

You need to remember.

Stop pushing the memories out.

My wolf shouts to me. My heart races against my chest because, for the first time since I acknowledged him, his voice is very loud. I run out, in search of the front door. I keep running until I get outside the house. I don’t know what is happening but I sense anger coming from my wolf. He is upset with me right now and I don’t know what I have done.

You don’t want to accept everything.

He shouts so loud, I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest. I keep running until the cold air hits me. I don’t stop running until I am out of the parking lot and in the street. There are cars everywhere. I close my eyes and a piece of memory surfaces.

"I am not a wolf,’’ I shout to the man that calls himself my father.

He sighs "You will always be a wolf. No matter how long you deny this. There will always be that part of you that is Lycan. They might have made you who you are today but you will always be missing a crucial part of you.’’

I shake my head in refusal.

He has been trying to convince me. Telling me who the fuck I am when I know who I am. They want me to be someone I am not. They want to control me.

"I will never accept this. You have kept me in here for years, you are trying to decide my fate but I will not accept this. I will not accept you.’’

He runs his hands through his hair "You are not a prisoner. You are my son. The next Alpha to the pack. You have to accept this side of you.’’

From the first time I met him, I always knew he was desperate for more. He wanted me to accept his way. He needs me to accept him but I don’t have anything to lose. I don’t have to accept this.

"It feels like I am a prisoner. I haven’t seen sunlight in God knows how long,’’ I recede.

This is how it has been. I count the days in my head but I don’t know when the night ends and a new day begins. He hasn’t given me a reason why I am still in this room. I have tried to escape but there is just no way out of here.

"Come on,’’ he says finally. Maybe I have finally gotten through to him.

I stand up from the bed in a place that has become my room. The prison cell that he is trying to make homely.

"Are you letting me out?’’ I ask with excitement. The depth of how I feel right now is encompassing. Being locked for years is a punishment that no one should ever have to go through. Maybe If I just accept him, maybe he will let me go.

Once we walk out of the metal door of the room, I see a hallway. It is very dark but he climbs up the stairs like he knows his way around. He turns to me slowly, with a smile on his face "I will show you where you are. Prove to you that you mean the world to me," he smiles, almost like he expects a thank you from me. I should be grateful that he is doing this for me.

I know he is just going to lock me back in after everything.

I will not give in to him.

Once we reach the last step on the stairs, he pushes the door open and the rays of sunlight hit me immediately from the windows in the room. "This is my house...your house,’’ he explains as I look around the room that leads into the basement—where he kept me. We walk out of the room and to another hallway, this time, I count a total of four doors. Each of them a mystery to me as the next.

"I wish things didn’t have to be this way. I wish I watched you grow into the man you have become. Your mother would have been so proud.’’

For the first time since I met this man, this is the first time he is talking about her—apart from that memory he shared with me. The one where she gave birth to me. The only memory I have of her. I know he said she is not alive but I feel more of a connection to her than him. Maybe, I am not forthcoming towards him but you can’t blame me. He has me locked up like a prisoner.

He killed my family.

My real family.

"Are you trying to make me listen to you, is this your way?’’

He sighs loudly. He can tell that I am being stubborn. I don’t have anything else to live for—except Rogers. I am sure he has grown a lot. He must miss me so much. I don’t even know how he is coping. I might be here but my heart is with him, my heart is only focused on the day we will be reunited. I know he is a fighter, I know he is strong. He will never give up. There is no one I believe in more than him. I know how good a person he is. I know that he will stay strong and wait for me. No matter how long it takes. I plan on getting back to him.

We finally walk out of the house and I feel the sunlight on my skin. There is this burning sensation that comes with the sun hitting a vampire’s skin. It is not dangerous to us and it makes us feel alive. right now, I feel the most out of this experience because it has been so long. There are people outside and the minute they see us, their attention shifts to us. I look away because I don’t know these people but it feels like they know me and I feel judgment coming from them. The only person I have seen in all this while is him.

"Ignore them, come with me," he tells me as we pass them. A couple of them greet him and he returns their greetings with smiles.

"You might not feel like this is your home but I know with time, everything will fall to place,’’ he tells me as I continue to follow him. I know that this will never be a home to me. "I will never belong here,’’ I tell him blatantly.

The sooner he comes to terms with all this, the better.

He sighs "Because I killed your family?’’ he asks. That is not the only reason, but I don’t argue with him. I don’t tell him that the man that has my heart is out there alone—even though I promised to always be by his side. I don’t tell him all the things I feel because he is not important to me.

Whatever he feels about me is not reciprocated.

I will never warm up to him.

We keep walking until we get to another house. This one is smaller than the one he kept me in. "This is her house. A little hut that no one comes to anymore. It is sacred because of all that happened,’’ he explains to me as we walk into the door.

I know who he is talking about before we enter the house. My mother. Like I said earlier, I feel a connection to her and she is not even alive. Once we walk into the room, I feel a familiar scent. It is so strong that it takes over me completely.

"No matter how long it is, she will always live on in these walls,’’ he closes his eyes and I watch him as he takes a deep breath "My one true love,’’ he breathes out those words and then opens his eyes. They are golden and bright.

I feel his pain, even though I shouldn’t.

He lost the love of his life.

The love of my life is all alone.

"You took me away from him,’’ I confess. This is the first time I am showing sincerity in front of him. He opens his eyes wide—there is confusion sprawled on his face.

"You took me away from my one true love," I add. I want him to see the bigger picture, he got his revenge for everything that happened to him, so why am I being punished?

I don’t deserve this.

I need to be with Roger.

He needs me.