A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 46

She raised her hands. "Yes, I know you need to see him and you will, just not now."

My brows narrowed suspiciously at her. "Where is he, and why can't I see him now?"

"He's in the kid's room, and you can't see him because after what he has been through, it's for the best that he rests. You're also not stable enough yet, and I do not want him getting triggered."

"I am his mother. You can't keep me away from him!" I yelled my protest at her and it fell on deaf ears because Sesi stepped out of the room and shut the door.

I groaned and ran towards the door, banging on it and yelling to be let out, but it fell on deaf ears. I pulled at the knob a few times but failed terribly at my attempt.

My headache returned in a massive fold and, groaning, I let go and stumbled back toward the bed. I sat on the floor and buried my head between my legs.

I was locked in a prison and kept away from my son. I never thought this day would come, but here it was, right in front of me. There was no greater heartache or misery than being denied your own, and I won't survive this.

Aaron's POV

I hated the look she gave me. It made my blood boil in my veins to see it. She gave me the same look when I saved her and my son from being harmed by the man called Henry. She looked at me as if I was some sort of monster that needed to be kept as far away from her as possible. I didn't know why, but it hurt to see the look on her face because it made me feel like a monster. As if I didn't kill Henry to protect her.

I had kept an extra eye on her after I found out I had a son with her. She might not know this, but almost all the other alphas naturally hated the Harts. We had the strongest bloodline, and we have had natural successions of alphas for over ten generations. We've been believed to have the blood of the great king Xavier Ainsworth flowing through our veins.

With this great power came great responsibility. Since our powers were more than the one an average wolf or alpha should possess, we needed someone who could match it. My quest to find one in the last seven years had been futile and without a balance for my powers, these powers would collapse within me and weaken me from the inside out.

It would only get worse unless, of course, I find a mate, one that is true. When I met Zera I felt that bond, but she was human and I knew it had to be a mistake, yet every moment I spent with her felt right and made me feel as though I had found the one for my soul. I waited for her to reach out and, looking back now, I could see how that was a mistake on my path. I should have searched for her, I shouldn't have left the decision-making to her and her alone. A month became two months and two months became four and I realised she had moved on with her life. Perhaps she didn't feel the connection the way I did. She wasn't my mate. If she was, she would have reached out. I told myself to move on, vowing to never give the next person I'd feel the bond for the chance to walk away ever again.

I wasn't proud of my actions. I had displayed a few actions since I found her months ago that I wasn't proud of. It was difficult to control emotions when the one meant for you can't stand your sight and tell you how much happier they would be if you weren't in their life.

"That's still the plan, but she has a habit of getting under my skin and making me do things I don't want to do," I admitted, and we stepped into the study room together.

"We need to ready ourselves for the very worse this full moon. We cannot guarantee where our attack will come from. If they attacked Zion and Zera, they might plan to attack us next. I need to know you're down with whatever happens."

I didn't see the attack coming. I had closed eyes on the ones I knew could do such a despicable thing, which was the rebellion pack, but so far, my man on the inside told me nothing. That left me to believe they might have been unaware of the attack as well.

I needed to protect my own. There was no other way around it. I felt grateful that I came in the time that I did and I didn't want to think of what could have happened if I hadn't stepped in when I did.

I didn't want her terrified out of her mind, but I had to understand that she had been tossed into the realm of the supernatural and the truth she didn't know existed. I had to believe she just needed time and only said and did some things she did out of fear. She couldn't hate me... Not that she couldn't. I just didn't want a reality where she'd hate me.