Contractually Yours Alpha (Riley) novel Chapter 480

It had never gone this far before. This was the first time she had nearly drained me dry, and I knew it would not be the last.
I awoke in the healing room; my vision blurred, but I could faintly make out my father’s figure standing beside me.
“Where is she?”
“She is in her room.” he answered.
I felt a slight fear—not for myself, but for her. Something was about to go terribly wrong.
And I was right.
She didn’t visit, not even after I was discharged from the healers. The scar on my arms was another addition to the others, but I really didn’t care about the scars; if anyone asked, I usually came up with some crap story about how I had been bitten by a wild animal.
After a whole month of not getting even a glimpse of my mother’s face, I went to visit her. I knocked on the door to her apartment, but there was no response. The bad feeling that had been growing stronger since I woke up in the healing room was even worse now. Stepping back, I broke down the door.
I walked into her apartment, my heart racing; I checked her room first, then the shower next – nothing, she wasn’t in there, I came to a stop when I spotted her. She stood by the balcony, lost, her eyes pinned at something up in the sky – something I couldn’t see.

“Mom, gods, I was so worried.” It took everything in me not to let out a curse from the sheer relief that washed over me. She didn’t look at me; she didn’t even move; she stood still like some statue. I walked to her and placed my hands on her shoulders, and she flinched; she seemed to only be noticing my presence now. It was impossible that the sound of her door being broken down and me calling her name hadn’t snapped her out of her trance–yet it wasn’t until I touched her that she reacted. Her eyes widened.

“I’m sorry.” She muttered as always. “I’m sorry I did that to you, I’m sorry I didn’t visit when you were at the healing room, I’m sorry I stayed away…”

“It’s alright.” I assured, but that didn’t stop her from backing away.

“I told you to fight me; you didn’t fight; you accepted it.”

“I told you that would be the last thing I would ever do. I meant it.”

“I don’t deserve to be called your mother; I deserve to die after what I’ve done to you.”

“No, why would you say that? I haven’t stopped loving you and the only way you’ll ever hurt me is by choosing

death.”

She nodded. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” I said once again.