Claimed By My Husband's Enemy novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120

(Creed)

My mate lied to me. She was not ready to go back. She sent me home. Alone. And now, even when I fall asleep and dream, I knew I would not find her there anymore. I held her hands, sharing with her my warmth.

“Why did you lie? I would have spent eternity with you there. You know it, Elianna.”

I would rather stay in that dream where I could see her, listen to her voice, hold her, and take her in my arms than go back to reality where all those were not possible. Today, I understood why humans said dreams were better than reality.

She was warm in that dream. Her heartbeat was stronger, louder She spoke to me there. She smiled back. She kissed me back. She… was healthy there.

The angry bite mark in Elianna’s arm had turned purple. She was pale and she looked worn out. Then again, why wouldn’t she? She carried so much on those little shoulders. Remembering how she was dragged around by that son of a bitch and how she wept during delivery made me clench my jaw. The mental, emotional, and physical agony were all too much for a woman to handle, especially for a woman who had just given birth.

As my wolf howled for our mate, I heard it for the second time.

His cry.

The reason why my mate still smiled and laughed so beautifully even if her heart was breaking, the reason for her sweet lullabies.

And probably the biggest reason why Elianna sent me back.

Our son.

Eloise handed him to me, making me meet Zane for the first time. He looked so little in my arms, so vulnerable. He was my carbon copy except for his chocolate brown eyes that I was glad he inherited from his mother. It was like being able to look at her again through those eyes.

“Hello, son.”

I’d imagined our first encounter many times. And in all those, Elianna was with us. She was so excited about meeting Zane. Her eyes would shine so brightly at the thought of him. She had lost a night of sleep thinking about baby names. She had this incredibly long list of what the three of us would do together

And yet, she was asleep.

My son cried louder than before. My eyes watered as I cradled him in my arms. “Go ahead, son. Cry some more. Cry your loudest. And maybe it’ll help wake your mother.”

His little hand grabbed my finger. He had stopped crying as he stared at me innocently as if he did not want to disturb his mother’s sleep. He was a good person. Unlike his father.

I had Silver and her mate Leo take charge of our pack. I wasn’t exactly in the right mind to take over. Apart from that, Leo was the best candidate. He won the alpha match fair and square, something which packs normally do when none of the former alpha’s family members did not become the next head of the pack. Everyone consented to it. Leo ruled the pack peacefully although he and his wife still sent regular updates to me and Creed.

As for me, I stayed here. My brother did not accept any servants or outsiders to help around the house and so I pleaded to stay and serve them since Bridget was in school most of the time I couldn’t be anywhere while he was falling apart day after day. I couldn’t think of doing anything else especially when I knew I was the reason why Eli was not waking up.

The effect of my bite mark had spread to her entire left arm. It had become purple. The first time Creed saw it, he only looked my way. The words he would use to talk to me became lesser each day. Nowadays, he wouldn’t even look at me when he spoke. He was not blaming me, he was not saying anything, but not hearing a word from him about it was a stab to the gut itself.

This was Terrence’s first time dropping by since Creed woke up. He glanced at me as he sat on the divan before focusing on his friend.

“Now is your chance to punch me back,” my brother said without looking at his guest. “For doubting you in the past.”

“I don’t have to fight you to defeat you, Creed. You already look defeated.”

Those were words that would normally raise Creed’s hackles. Not today.

My brother stared at Eli’s bed and simply nodded. His voice nearly cracked as he confessed, “I am.”