All Chapters of A Faked Mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Presley had all but cornered me into speaking about this. My inner feelings. My secret. The thing that had tied me down for far too long; yet the thing I was not ready to release, and wanted to keep as my own. My shame. The thing that I knew would bring my father to reject me…My heart pounded within my chest. I was a failure of an Alpha already. I feared things I should not. I feared myself. My own mind. For my mind was the most powerful tool I had, and already it was destroying me, piece by piece. I had avoided this moment for so long, not wanting to destroy the hopes of the people who had created me. The people I called my parents. I was their only child. The heir to their pack. And I was flawed. Broken to the point they would be ashamed of me. I was not an Alpha's son. Not one he could be proud of. Not one he could willingly allow to take over his rule. And I had tried so hard to protect him from that...But now, it seemed I was going to have no choice but t

I could see something in my father’s eyes I didn’t think I had seen before, and it worried me more than the fear of rejection and disappointment did. He looked scared. My father was never scared. I watched as my mother reached for his hand, that glazed cover over her eyes telling me they were sharing that personal conversation our mindlink allowed. Something was being said that they did not want to share with me. Secrets…I could not tear my eyes away from them. I needed to know what was being said. I could sense their unease. Their uncertainty, and as I watched my father nod in the direction of my mother, acknowledging whatever she must have said to him, I awaited his words.He turned his gaze to me. “Zaine, please, I want you to speak with me…” There was a tremble to his voice. He sounded the least confident that I had ever heard, as he swallowed heavily before continuing. “Openly. There is no judgment. No negativity. I fear my hopes for you to be strong have left you feeling corner

I had barely spoken, sitting there doing my best to be there for my friend, while battling the temptation to speak out when Zaine seemed so reluctant to. He had to share how he felt for things to improve, but I knew that his fear was stopping him; yet other than the slight encouragement I offered, it was not my place to speak for him. However, the moment his father had begun to speak, I knew it was time to remain silent. He was sharing things that Zaine evidently needed to know. Things that had remained hidden. And, from the expression upon his face, he may not be taking them too well…“Blade?” He whispered from next to me.His father nodded, suddenly seeming to avoid his son’s gaze. I think I had come to the same conclusion as Zaine, but maybe there was more to this than we were realizing. There certainly seemed to have been plenty of hidden information before now. Secrets. And from the look within my friend's eyes, he did not like the thought his family would keep things from him, d

Time seemed to have stood still. I don’t know how long we had been standing there. But I was within my father’s arms. He was holding me close to him, like his life depended upon it. I cannot remember the last time my father had hugged me... But what shocked me more, was despite all he had heard, he had not pushed me away. He had listened. He had not told me I was a failure as I had feared. He accepted my dark truths. And now he held me within his arms, seemingly providing himself with as much comfort as he offered me. My father was struggling as much as I was. He had battled the pain of guilt for so long, and now it appeared to have flooded to the surface.“So what happens now?” I whispered, dreading the answer, but deep down knowing I could not continue along this path. Hearing the truth of my Uncle had opened my eyes to the depths these battles I fought were capable of reaching. I did not want to fall to those levels. Flailing beneath the surface, unable to gain back control. Nor di

The pressure within the lounge had become too much, and I think I had spoken as much as I was able to for now. It was like a pressure valve had been released, and I felt so much better, but I still had a limit. We had reached further in sharing with my father with regard to the weight upon my mind than I had ever been able to before; and that felt like a massive milestone. An achievement. I hoped it was a sign of things to come and could only hope my parents would support me the way I needed. But the pressure from over-sharing was lingering, and I needed some space.Not only that, but hearing my mother blather on so much about Presley being so much of a good friend was breaking me. I knew how wonderful the girl was. I did not need someone to remind me. Hearing it all was making me consider just what she had sacrificed for me. That brought so much guilt flooding through me, bringing me here with one thing upon my mind…Yet as I spoke the words that I never though