I reached home with a heavy, hurting heart and bloodshot eyes. As soon as I got inside, I dropped the keys and ran to the stairs to go up before my parents stopped me. However, it was too late.

"Lily!" Mom called me out from the kitchen.

I cleared my throat and took in a quick breath. "Yeah?"

"Aren't you going to pack?"

"No—no, I'm just going to—to lie down for a while." I said, looking over my shoulder. The living room lights were switched off and it was just my Mom in the kitchen, preparing dinner for us.

"Okay! Goodnight." She yelled without ever appearing in front of me.

I skirted up from the stairs while holding back the tears. As soon as I slammed the door shut behind, a low growl grumbled its way out of me and I broke into endless tears. My throat tightened and I ripped off my sweat-drenched jacket before laying flat on the bed.

The tiny prick in my heart turned into a full wound quicker than I had thought and soon, the rest of my body went into pain. I rolled over my stomach and drew my hand across my lips to muffle the cries that were loud.

Why me? What had I ever done to get this?

A heavy breath left my parted lips and I closed my eyes tight, allowing the warm tears to flow down my cheeks as they wished too. I wasn't evil in anyway, I didn't get to deserve this. This was every woman's nightmare and it never went through my mind until this point of my life—where I believed I was grown up and old enough to have a child of my own.

The sides of my cheeks burned as I continued to cry in the silence. I couldn't help but hate my own wolf for weakening my human self. It made sense to why I was much stronger when I shifted or allowed my wolf to take control.

She took the life out of me.

She took the only beautiful thing about my feminine self.

A cold rustle of wind attacked my legs before I felt a lightning speed through my body as a rough hand came down my back. I held my breath back and turned over to find Lorenzo over me.

"You're hurt. What's wrong?" He lifted his head, his eyes glinting under the little light of the moon, packed with solicitude as he asked.

I didn't respond. His palms brushed the corners of my cheeks and he wiped away my tears. My eyebrows met together and I trembled before breaking apart again and wrapping my arms around his broad chest.

His hand, barely the size of my waist, rested over my back. "What happened?" He inquired again, eager to know but I was too afraid of telling the truth.

What if he didn't want me anymore? We were mates and as his mate, I was obliged to give him a child and since he had became a strong Alpha, I knew that he wanted one, for his bloodline to continue.

Every Alpha did.

But I couldn't.

The truth wasn't only going to cause problems for me and my mental health but it was going to ruin everything—for us. However, I still had to tell him. It was better for Lorenzo to learn it now than later.

I swallowed the tears back and pulled myself away. His hands reached for my face again and he threw me a small smile. "Tell me what's wrong. I'll fix it." He sounded so sure that anything could be fixed.

I shook my head. "You can't. Not this." I sounded hoarse and dead than usual, as if I had been weeping for days. It had just been a few since I came home.

"Try me, love." He urged.

Cold air passed down my lungs and I held my breath back. "I went to a doctor today—" When my small hands started trembling, I curled them into fists. "And, she told me that I can't have a child."

My face reflected in his eyes but he quickly tore his gaze away from me upon hearing the painful words. "Oh." A hint of red crossed his eyes before he looked back at me. "I'm sorry." He muttered.

"Is makes everything worse, right?" I titled my head a little but kept myself steady for whatever was going to come. I had no idea what to expect out of this but the truth was out now, and all I could do was hope for the best.

"No, no, don't you dare say that, love. It doesn't." He said, holding me harder so I wouldn't fade away from his touch. He captured the confusion in my eyes and continued. "I don't need you to give me a child. It's something I would never ask for. And if it makes you feel better, I hate children, they are noisy and irritating for a fact." His voice was softer than usual and it worried me.

My breath came out fast and quick. A small giggle left my mouth and I was relieved. "Oh, thank God. I hope you're not lying to me." A wave of sudden ease passed down my whole body and the tears came to an abrupt stop.

"I wouldn't dare. And, I don't know what you think about me, love but I would never force anything upon you—"

I stopped him before he continued. "But Alphas, they usually want children to further their bloodline." I stated a fact. My own Alpha—Richard—wanted his own child but couldn't have one. Now, he was in misery as he was stepping closer to his death.

"I'm immortal if you've forgotten and I don't care about my bloodline. I have lived for a very long time and if I wanted a child, I would've one by now. There were a thousand women I had bed in the past fifteen years and the last thing I ever wanted was a child." He explained, reaching in closer and holding my face with his both hands. There was sincerity in his eyes and it was enough for me to believe in him.

Lorenzo was immortal, he didn't need a child or an heir, he just needed himself.

I tossed my hands over his shoulder and rolled my eyes. "All right, you don't need to go in details about the number of women you have slept with. I feel like I'm being compared."

He chuckled at my response before tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. "You might not be the first woman I have desired but the mate bond tells me you'll be the last one I'll ever crave for." Lorenzo said, his voice low.

He gripped my chin and lifted my head before setting his lips over mine and ending the conversation that I thought would have taken another direction.

Either he was good in terms of pulling out romantic words or he was simply being honest.