he kissed her

Chapter 3

"Father, am I your brother?" I asked him as I managed to look up at him, and he scoffed, squatting in front of me.

"Of course, not. You are my son... My baby boy," He smiled at me disgustingly as he pat my cheek, but it irked me so much that I wanted to slap his hand off me.

"But you called me brother when that woman was here earlier," I pouted my lips, and he smiled at me brightly. That smile I hated the most in the world. Those set of teeth I hated the most to be spread at me.

"Don't think about it, son. When that lady is around, you have to call me brother, ok?" He stated, and I slowly nodded my head. I didn't need to ask him why he said that.

"Be a good boy, son. Daddy will be back soon," He uttered, leaving me in the room afterward. Slowly, the wide smile on my face disappeared. How annoying acting like this around him? How disgusting having to see his face every fucking day of my life. But what could I do? This was the only way for me to live. Pretending was really the only way I could be spared for now.

The sound of the knock on my door barely five seconds after he left pulled my attention, and I rolled my eyes. I needed at least some time for myself, I needed some time to act like the normal werewolf that I am, but I guess that was the last thing that fate would give me.

"Come in," I ushered whoever was at the door in, and as the door opened, my heart dropped at the sight that welcomed me. It was the girl from yesterday. The one Dad wanted to make his breeder.

Just like yesterday when I first saw her, I felt my heart racing fast, the world seemed to be frozen for a moment. She was the most beautiful girl I've set eyes on. She was the definition of perfection. Long eyelashes, long black hair, light skin, a pointed nose, a chiseled face and sharp cheekbones, small lips, a pair of brown eyes, and finally a sexy body to compliment her beauty. I couldn't forget so soon how my wolf reacted at seeing her yesterday, I could still grasp the memory of how excited he was for the first time in ten years when I saw her yesterday. How I felt attracted to her yesterday was something I couldn't forget in so much hurry.

"Hi... Uhm, I mean, good morning," Her voice was even sexy. I wanted to stare long and admire her for as long as I could, but sadly, I couldn't. I had to control myself.

"I brought your food," She bowed, dropping the food on the center table, but I only stared at her creepily, and she was looking uncomfortable.

"Uhm... Do you want me to feed you?" She asked me as she finally squatted in front of me, smiling at me and revealing her set of white teeth, but I only stared back at her, my heart running a marathon in my chest.

"You must be having a hard time. Everything is going to be fine, ok?" She assured me, stretching her hand and slowly patting my hair. She was the first person to ever be like this toward me. Everyone has always been scared of me. They were scared of this dumb crippled prince. Am I even a prince? Fate wouldn't have been so cruel on me if I was, I guess. I badly wanted to tell her what was on my mind, but I tried to hold it back.

"Do you want to eat by yourself, or should I feed you?" Again, she asked me, her eyes were piercing into mine and it felt like she was seeing through my soul. My eyes darted to her lips that were parted, and my wolf wavered in excitement.

"Don't do something stupid, Bryant," I tried to comport myself, but I didn't know when I leaned forward and claimed her lips. I had already done it before I realized what I just did.

"Wh... what are you doing?" She stuttered as she pulled back, landing on her butt, her eyes were so wide that they were almost falling out of their sockets.

"What?" I raised my eyebrows and smiled sheepishly.

"What did you do?" She shrieked, and my lips tugged into a rictus.

"They did that in that box," I stated dumbly, pointing to the TV, and she huffed when she saw the TV.

"Did you call that a box? That is a TV, not a box. Say after me. TV set," She said as she squatted in front of me. Everything she did make my heart flutter. Nobody has ever been like this to me.

"T...V," I muttered, and she smiled, patting my head again.

"And, what you did is not nice. You should never do such a thing because you saw it on the TV. You can't go around kissing strangers because you saw it on the TV. Ok?" She stated, and I slowly nodded my head.

"Good. Do you want me to feed you? The maid said you like to eat pasta for breakfast, so she made it. It's delicious, and you will love it," She smiled brightly, reaching for the tray.

"How is it?" She asked as she raised her eyebrows after she scooped a spoonful into my mouth, and I nodded my head, maintaining a straight face.

She finally finished feeding me, leaving me inside the room after. Once she was out of the room, I wheeled myself to the door and locked it.

"Shit!" I cursed under my breath and slammed my hand on my forehead. For how long will I have to live like this? For how long will I live a pathetic life like this? Those were the questions I'd been asking myself for years now, but even after ten years of being like this, I still couldn't answer that question I so much wanted to have answers to.

My twenty-seven years of existence were horrible. At times I wished I was never born, but looking at it from another angle, although I didn't see any reason for being alive, I felt like there must still be at least one hidden reason why I was existing. My dad, Alpha Kayla was the most despicable person ever. The person I hated the most yet the only one that has been there for me. He has been the bane of my existence. Living twenty years of my life in a wheelchair, you can imagine the pain, yeah? Having to act dumb for years, do you know the pain I had to endure? You can't relate.

I was hidden from the world because of my disability.

'You can't be an Alpha because you are disabled. You can't succeed the Pack's business because of your disability' Do you know the pain it always caused me each time I heard that? Being locked inside my room whenever my Dad had a guest, do you know how that made me feel for the past few years? At times, I just wanted to die, but then, I felt there was a reason why I was living. Something kept telling me that I needed to stay alive, and now I guess I finally found the reason I have been existing. Celine... She is the reason...