My Alpha Stepbrother is My Bully (Nevaeh) novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85

Blair

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It feels weird leaving the hospital with a mate I can’t remember. Duncan is currently holding up the car door for me, and I smile before climbing inside with a child in my arms that I can’t recall giving birth to.

My life is honestly kind of crazy right now, not going to lie. I have a brain that’s all mushy, and while I know it’s hardly my fault that I have amnesia, I still feel incredibly guilty since it’s obvious Duncan is in pain over me not remembering him.

Crow, however, doesn’t mind since he is a newborn, but I still feel like a shitty mother for not having the core memory of when he was born.

“Is everything okay?” Duncan asks from behind the wheel.

I turn his way and am immediately hit with his god-like appearance. I’m not sure if it’s a blessing or a curse to have such a good-looking mate, to be honest.

Duncan is wearing a navy suit that matches his blue hair. It also clings to his muscles in a way that makes the fabric look like a second skin. Like hot damn, my mate is a handsome dragon for sure, large as well, and when the scent of his cologne gets picked up by my lycan senses, I try not to grow too hot under my clothes.

Down girl, I tell my wolf inwardly. Duncan fucked me yesterday-I should be happy with that and not grow too greedy.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine…” I lie.

“You sure?” Duncan doesn’t sound like he is convinced, but I’m not about to tell him that sex is on my brain.

“Mhm…”

My eyes fall down on Crow since I rather focus on our sleeping newborn than look at Duncan since now isn’t the time to get horny. I’m not sure why my wolf is so crazy about him. Am I entering heat or something? Or is my wolf just hopelessly into my dragon daddy?

Duncan glances at me with a teeny-tiny smile. “Dragon daddy?”

“Fuck me…” I cover my face with one hand while the other remains curled around Crow’s body. “Mind-reader -got it. I just need to remember not to think embarrassing thoughts around you…”

Duncan chuckles, a deep rumble in his chest. “I’ll try not to pry, but your thoughts are quite…enticing.” His gaze lingers on me, smoldering with barely restrained desire.

I squirm in my seat, my cheeks heating. The tension between us is electric, or maybe it’s just me who feels that way? Either way there’s no denying that the wolfish part of my brain wants to beg Duncan to pull over so we can have a repeat of yesterday’s activities. But Crow’s soft breathing reminds me that now is definitely not the time or place.

Clearing my throat, I change the subject. “So, um, where are we headed exactly?”

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“To your father’s old mansion,” Duncan gives me a soft smile. “He might be dead, but your mother isn’t, and she let me move in after you fell into a coma.”

His words surprise me. My father wouldn’t have accepted Duncan as my mate if he were alive-he was a racist who believed a mate of pure lycan blood was the only option. My father would have thrown a fit over me, choosing a dragon, even one as handsome and powerful as Duncan. And my mother? Well, she never dared to speak her mind, and because of that, we don’t have much of a relationship. I’ve honestly considered her dead to the world.

I frown in my seat, trying to wrap my mind around Duncan’s words. My mother, who had always been a meek shadow in my father’s presence, had actually defied his wishes and welcomed my dragon mate into our family home? It seems unbelievable.

“I know it’s a lot to take in,” Duncan says gently as if sensing my inner turmoil. “But your mother has changed, Blair. Losing your father and nearly losing you…made her reevaluate things. She’s been incredibly supportive ever since you fell into a coma.”

I nod even though I’m still struggling to believe it. I guess I will just have to wait and see how our meeting goes?

The rest of the car ride passes in a blur, and soon, Duncan parks the car right outside the stairway leading up to the mansion where the Ravenclaw family has lived for generations.

My eyes travel to Duncan. “You’re probably the first person who isn’t a wolf who has set foot inside this place,” I murmur in awe.

Duncan gives me a lopsided grin. “Well, times are changing. Your mother has come to accept that.” He climbs out of the car and circles around to open my door, ever the gentleman.

I step out carefully, cradling Crow close. The baby stirs and blinks up at me with sleepy eyes. My heart melts. Even if my memories are gone, the love I feel for this tiny being is undeniable.

“Blair? Is that you?”

I lift my chin when I hear my mother’s voice. The memories of her are still intact, but that doesn’t mean I’m overjoyed when her eyes land on Crow. If anything, I grow fiercely protective since my childhood memories of her are less than stellar. I remember her standing by silently while my father berated me, never once coming to my defense. Can I really trust that she’s changed?

My mother descends the steps, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “Oh, Blair, my darling girl. I was so worried about you. And is this…is this my grandson?”

Her voice is emotional, but I’m still stiff and unsure how to react. Every instinct is telling me to growl at her, but I’m holding myself back, and so far, I’m doing a great job remaining calm. But when my mother holds out her arms in the hope of me letting her hold Crow, I growl out of pure motherly instinct.

My mother freezes, her arms still outstretched. “I-I’m sorry,” she stammers in a hurt voice. “I didn’t mean to overstep. I just… I’ve been so eager to meet my grandson. They wouldn’t let me see him at the hospital.”

Duncan smiles at my mother before glancing down at me with warmth in his eyes. “It’s alright, Blair,” he says gently, placing a comforting hand on the small of my back. “Your mother means well. She’s been waiting a long time for this moment.”

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Is he serious? My mother-who watched my father beat sense into me-wants to hold my son? Forget it! I’m not about to let her anywhere close to Crow!

“I don’t care about what she wants!” I hiss, stepping back so that Duncan can no longer touch me.

My mother’s face falls at my harsh words, but I can’t bring myself to feel guilty. The memories of her standing by while my father abused me are too raw, too painful. I clutch Crow tighter to my chest, shielding him from her outstretched arms.

“Blair, please,” my mother pleads, her voice cracking with emotion. “I know I failed you in the past. I should have stood up to your father, should have protected you. But I’m trying to make amends now. Please, give me a chance.”

Duncan steps closer, his presence solid and reassuring beside me. “Your mother has been there for us every day while you were in the coma, Blair. She’s changed, truly. Why don’t we go inside and talk? You can hold onto Crow the whole time if it makes you more comfortable.”

“I don’t wanna talk,” I growl, my eyes locked on my mother as I let out a snarl. “You did nothing to help me!” My voice rises, trembling with anger and old pain. “You let your husband hurt me over and over. And now you expect me to just forget all that and hand over my child?”

“Blair, sweetheart, please-”

“No!” I silence her by almost yelling. “I don’t want to hear it because guess what? Actions speak louder than words, and so far, your actions have been to stand by and do nothing! So forgive me if I don’t trust you with my son!”

Crow whimpers, sensing my distress. I try to calm myself, not wanting to upset him further. But the anger and hurt are like a living thing inside me, clawing at my insides.

Duncan’s hand finds my shoulder, his touch gentle but grounding. “Blair, I understand how you feel. But holding onto this anger isn’t good for you or for Crow. Your mother is trying, she really is. Can’t we at least go inside and hear her out?”

“Fuck no!”

I storm inside the mansion, my pace quick as I make it up the stairs leading to my room with Crow clutched protectively to my chest. Duncan calls after me, but I ignore him.

How dare they? How dare my mother think a few weeks of playing supportive grandmother could erase years of neglect and enabling abuse? How dare Duncan take her side, acting like I’m the one being unreasonable?

Crow fusses in my arms, no doubt sensing my agitation, but I just hold him closer as I enter my room. “It’s okay,” I tell him as I lock the door.

I sink down onto my bed, still trembling with anger but also hurt. Crow whimpers again, and I rock him gently, trying to soothe us both.

“I’m sorry, little one,” I murmur. “I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just…your grandmother…” I trail off, the words choking in my throat before I finally manage to let them out, “I don’t want her in our life, and if your dad can’t accept that…then maybe we don’t belong here. Perhaps this pack isn’t our home?”

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