Michael
Since Mum's chamber was only a few rooms down the hall from my office, we arrived quicker than usual and in time for a maid with a medicine tray to leave the room.
I paused.
Mum was becoming weaker this past few days. Her illness was unusual yet treatable. Though even with the medication, and our quick healing, the sickness comes back much faster than it disappears, and that's what concerns me... I mean, if this continues, I fear she might leave me as well.
I could only sigh my frustration before proceeding in opening her chamber door.
Mum was at her desk, writing something on paper — I know it was her diary — when I entered her room.
As if sensing my presence, Mum raised her head and upon seeing me, she encouraged a smile at me.
From there, I saw her soft beauty — Mum's a majestic blonde, with beautiful tan skin, sparkling amber eyes, and petite in body size — and how I was fascinated by the fact that she still looks young. She was still glorious and vibrant at the age of 40, especially when she keeps on smiling that perfectly align teeth.
“How are you my boy?” she asks, watching me as I walk inside her room, heading towards her ceiling to floor height window.
“Fine,” I responded, looking away from her loving gaze and unto the window, starting at the thick forest.
I still felt her eyes on me, and I know she was still anxious around me. She always had been after my mate died.
I mean, could I blame her, knowing I turned into a monster?
I heard her sighed heavily.
“You know, Nalaese will be very happy if you learned to move on and well, start a new life.”
Her voice was soft and gentle when she said that, yet I growled ferociously at her — my very own mother. My eyes grew wide, realizing what I have done.
She, surprisingly, didn't mind though, and kept her cool.
I tried to calm down as quickly as possible while I let the truth sink in. Slowly, it did make me realize the possibilities — but then, it wasn't good enough to even make me be excited about the future — my future.
In fact, it only made the guilt I felt worst...
I winced.
“I don't know Mum.” I honestly announced, moving my gaze into her cool eyes, “I still feel that exact same connection — I mean, it's still here. So, if ever I did search for another mate, I don't seem to see how this mate bond works the second time around.” I explained.
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