DEDICATED TO Qxeen_Nyah_Modern

"I'll Kill Myself Before I Leave You."

I stare at Seneca.

All color drains from my face.

My lips part in frozen shock.

I simply stare at her, unmoving.

My mind is detached from my body.

I'm watching the scene before me unfold, like I'm watching a movie.

Alpha Parker's face is stretched in permanent surprise.

"Why didn't you?" Seneca repeats, crossing her arms as she glares at him, her eyes daring him to answer.

He gulps, and sweat beads across his forehead.

"I—You—" He stammers over his words, looking stricken.

"I don't have all the time in the world," Seneca snaps at him, her tone coated in Arctic ice.

Alpha Parker swallows visibly and opens his mouth once again, as if to say something. Seneca gives him a look, which makes him sigh and let his shoulders droop.

"Fine." He sighs again. He then turns in my direction. "We need some privacy." He says, but I don't move, staring at him with bleak eyes.

I hear retreating footsteps and only then it strikes my numbed brain that he told Jackson to leave.

I don't turn around to check if he has.

"Please come in." Alpha Parker gestures the space inside, and Seneca nods, stepping in. He walks around her to close the door and Seneca comes close to me, standing by my side as she takes my hand in hers.

I'm incapable of responding, or clutching her hand back.

Alpha Parker shuts the door tightly and walks to the couch, sitting on one of them. Seneca drags me to the larger one and forces me to sit down, and she sits down beside me.

Her hand hasn't left mine.

And I'm eternally thankful for that.

"I don't know how to say this without coming off as an asshole." Alpha Parker starts, looking down at his entwined fingers between his knees.

"You are an asshole. Even if you refuse to acknowledge it. So please continue," Seneca shrugs, and he avoids her gaze, licking his lips nervously.

"Victoria was a beautiful young woman at that time, mateless and tempting. Even before I found my Mate, she had her eyes on me, she was power-hungry. She wanted to me the Luna, and when she came to my room, I knew that's what she wanted.

I liked her a lot, hell, I even thought that I loved her, and we had...messed around. But, the day I found Evangeline, I knew that what I had with Victoria was meaningless. Just a fling. But she couldn't get it. She hadn't found her Mate—"

"Victoria Rye has a Mate?" Seneca interrupts, raising one brow.

Alpha Parker looks uncomfortable. "She had." He replies, dropping the subject.

Somewhere in the back of my brain, I register his usage of past tense.

Seneca nods, telling him silently to continue.

"Victoria pursued me relentlessly, even after my wedding. And, I...I couldn't resist. She became the...other woman." He looks ashamed. "And...she didn't seem to mind it. When I heard the news about my wife's pregnancy, I was overwhelmed with joy. But I didn't realize that this would lead Victoria to do something. And, that's how she fooled me and became pregnant. That's how Micajah was born."

"And, you didn't accept responsibility for the kid?" Seneca asks, disapproval and disgust evident in her tone.

"Of course, I did! I paid her every month to take care of him. I just asked her to not tell about it to anyone." Alpha Parker says defensive, as if there's nothing wrong with knocking up a girl and buying her silence.

"Then, how did she become mentally ill?"

"Oh. That's...That's because her Mate rejected her..." Alpha Parker trials off, his voice low.

I know this part of the story already. I've heard it a thousand times. Victoria used to tell this to me, whenever she hit me.

"How?" Seneca asks one word, and I think the iciness in her tone can freeze an entire country.

"After Micajah was born, Victoria met her Mate. I don't know who he is, I just knew she met someone, 'cause their whole relationship was a secret. They lived together for a year, I think. They even had a kid, but Victoria kept Micajah a secret." He pauses, a faraway look in his sky blue eyes.

"She used to leave him in her friend's house and pretend like she didn't have a kid. But one day, I don't know what exactly happened, just that her Mate somehow found Micajah and threw a fit." He purses his lips together, his posture revealing his dismay.

"Victoria tried apologizing, but I think the fact that she hid it, hurt him more than the fact that she already had a kid."

He's trying too hard to sound like the fault wasn't his at all. Like he didn't shove his stick up every orifice available.

"He rejected her and left, taking his son." He says solemnly.

It isn't working.

"Victoria went into depression, and suddenly, one day she acted like everything was fine. All thought that maybe she had gotten over him," He rolls his eyes as if the prospect of Victoria ever getting over Mystery Mate is ridiculous.

I think that I might get up and punch him.

"But then, she would suddenly act like a totally different person. Like she was a mother of five kids, with a perfectly normal family. She used to tell that her husband has gone to the office, and her daughter Mia won a prize in a contest. Things like that. Things she wished would happen."

My fingers itch to do just that. To punch that pretty face.

"I wanted to treat her to a doctor, but there weren't any Weres around here who had studied psychology, and I couldn't risk taking her to a human one—"

Suddenly, I'm out of my seat, ripping my hand away from my Mate's, hovering over him, and then before I know what's happening, I'm clutching his shoulder with one hand, and the other hand is planted on his face. He looks startled, but that doesn't stop me from doing more damage. I slam my fist into his face once again, enjoying the way his grunts and groans in pain.

Crunch, snap, crunch.

The sound is the sweetest music I've heard.

"Micajah, I'm your Alpha—"

"Shut the fuck up." I snap, pulling my bloody fist back, "You are not my Alpha, and you are not my father." I yell at his face, and then I'm punching him once again, aimlessly landing blows wherever I can.

He doesn't hit me back.

"You're not my fucking father, okay? You're. Not." I snap, my fist connecting with his gut. "And don't fucking lie." I spit, leaning forward and grabbing him by the collar.

"I know that you didn't treat Victoria because she would rat you out to the Pack! Did you ever stop to think of me though?! Did you think for once that my entire life would be shattered because of one stupid secret! That she hit me and took out her anger on me!" I yell, my eyes blazing with fury as words spilling out of my mouth, words that I've wanted to say for so long, words that have eaten me from the inside.

Alpha Parker's bloodied face contorts into an ashamed grimace. But, that's not enough. No.

"Huh?! You let her spoil my childhood! You let her spoil my chance at a normal life! You let her destroy my self-esteem! And the worst fûcking part is, you knew it all, you knew that she was doing this, and didn't do one fûcking thing about it! You know what that makes you?" I don't wait for his reply. "An asshole, a coward, a prick who can't own his actions!—"

"MICAJAH?! What are you doing—" A male voice yells somewhere behind me, but I don't pay heed to it. I can't concentrate on anything now.

"A pathetic excuse of an Alpha. You don't deserve to be an Alpha! Even fucking Chance is better than you! At least, He tells the world that he's an asshole, but, you act like a good little man! Which is the worst type of betrayal. Stabbing one in the back—"

"Micajah! What the fuck?!" An enraged voice interrupts, and then muscular arms wrap around my torso and someone is pulling me off Alpha Parker,

"You don't deserve to live—" I yell, despite the fact that someone is trying to pull me off,

"Micajah, stop it—"

"You should rot in the pits of Tartarus—"

"Micajah—"

And then that someone is shoved off me by someone else. I fall back, losing my balance when that person that is suddenly ripped off and then I'm cradled by someone else's arms before my back can hit the ground.

My head is resting on someone's legs.

I would recognize that touch even if I'm unconscious.

"Parker! You will not live after this! I'll destroy you—" I threaten, sitting up and Seneca enters my line of vision, blocking my view of Alpha Parker, shushing me. I can hear rustling in the background and someone—that male voice—groaning in pain.

"I will do it! I will—" I try to look around her, but she interrupts me,

"Cage, it's okay—"

"I will tell the whole fûcking world about you—"

"Cage, please calm down—"

"And, I will—"

Suddenly, A pair of lips cover mine, and only then my mind actually returns to the present, catching up with my actions. My aggression and anger are reflected in the way Seneca is kissing me, and my Wolf surfaces, his rage in the current situation and his Mate's lips making him go crazy. I return the kiss just as fiercely, my lips angry and almost bruising, when Seneca places her hands on my shoulders, pushing me off her forcefully.

I look up at her, panting and trying to catch my breath. She smiles in amusement, breathing hard as well. "Shut your mouth for a while." She says in an almost whisper, and I nod, suddenly wordless.

She turns, looking at Alpha Parker, or just Hugh from now on.

He doesn't deserve to be called 'Alpha', anyway.

"We're leaving now." She pauses, looking at him flatly. "But this is not over. You'll pay for it, for every tear my Mate shed, you'll shed a thousand in return. Mark my words." She snaps, the razor-sharp tone of her smooth voice, sending a shiver up my spine.

Now, I see why people fear her so much.

"And you," Her eyes lock at something behind me, and I turn, craning my neck, to see Chance trying to sit up, clutching his injured side.

So, he was the one who was trying to pull me off his father.

Our father.

So, that makes Chance my elder brother.

The realization makes my hatred for him intensify.

Surely, he would've known that I'm his brother. His Alpha senses would've alerted him that much.

"You will pay too. You did this to him, despite knowing that he is your blood." Seneca spits out, her dark eyes looking him up and down with disgust.

He wipes the blood leaking out of his nose, and sits up fully, smirking at us.

"I did it because he's my blood." Chance says, rolling his eyes.

I glare at him.

Seneca's arms around me tighten.

"Think before talking, or you might not have a tongue to do so." Seneca warns, her eyes hard, like two pools of cement.

I fücking enjoy the way fear crosses Chance's eyes.

"Let's leave this godforsaken place." Seneca turns to me with a soft look, and I nod in return, standing up and walking out the door with her, not sparing a glance at my sperm donor and said donor's son.

* * *

"Are you alright?" Seneca grabs my hand when we enter her room, stopping me.

I turn to look at her, my eyes conveying the maelstrom of emotions raging inside of me.

"I don't know." I whisper, and the way she looks at me, so tender and understanding, undoes something inside of me.

It breaks down the wall I'd erected against all the emotions threatening to break me.

A single tear rolls down my cheek.

I swipe it away quickly, but another quickly replaces it. I turn around in shame, not able to control the hurt of being betrayed by my own, not able to not cry in front of my Mate.

I try to rip my hand away, to escape to a place where no one can see me, where no one can judge me for crying. But, her grip on my had becomes impossibly tight. My throat closes up.

"Please leave me, Seneca. I...I can't."

And by, 'I can't' I don't know what exactly I mean.

I can't be with you, now?

I can't act like the strong person, I'm not?

I can't control my emotions?

I don't know.

And I don't fucking care, now.

I rub my eyes, trying to stop the tears.

But they don't.

Because what I should stop, in order to stop the tears, is the way my heart is tearing into two, the way my insides feel like someone ran a bulldozer through it, the way my heart weighs a thousand pounds, and the way it all hurts.

It hurts so much.

"Cage..." And then Seneca is tugging me back, pushing me to the bed. I resist, trying to pull away, but she uses her strength against me, shoving me down. My back hits the soft surface of the bed, and I turn my head, burying my head in the pillow.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

I can feel my shoes being pulled off and then Seneca is crawling into the bed.

Why is it hurting so fûcking much?

I turn away from her, unwilling to let her see me in this state.

"Cage, please." And the way she sounds, so desperate and hopeless, makes me stop resisting, makes me give up. I turn around and lunge forward at her, wrapping my arms around her neck.

She hugs me back even tightly, and I bury my face into her neck.

This pain...it's unbearable.

"Please don't leave me." I whisper, and another tear slips down my eye.

Seneca breathes in sharply.

"I won't. I'll kill myself before I do that." She whispers and that promise is enough for me.

Enough for me to survive this pain.

Enough to let me know that I'll live.

* * *

I almost cried.

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