Father's Eyes Mother's Rage Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I turned sharply to look at him, sniffing in my tears. He stared down at me. His eyes were devoid of pity, love, or even anger. They were as empty as they always were. As a child, I had found myself wondering how someone as sweet and loving as my mother, could end up with someone as cold and unbothered as my father. "Now, now, Matthew. You should not say that. Iris is hurting, and…" my mother started to speak. Anger flashed in my gaze as I listened to them argue over my head.

I asked again. I can not see them for everything that I can see is still blur. All I can see is two person facing each other but still, they looked blurred. But still, they did not answer my question. It took me to blink my eyes for several times before my eyes could clearly see them. "Mom? Dad? Why are you fighting?" My mother turns her head on me. "Talk to your father. Say to him that this house is mine!" she said. I can see the anger in her eyes. But, not just the ordinary anger that I saw everyday. I saw that anger so much years ago. That is the anger that leads me to severe punishment.

The king asked softly, his blue eyes meeting my green ones, I smiled and involuntarily nodded as he intertwined his fingers with mine, this time turning his gaze to my father who seemed to be glaring at us. “What is the meaning of this nonsense?” Father asked angrily, his eyes flaring with rage, one that I had never seen before, no matter how many times he had argued or yelled at me, the rage I saw this time was never seen by me before, everyone’s attention now turned to us as father caused a commotion.

Every drop of the tear shows their rage and pain. "I should not have left her alone," Amara's father said with regret, blaming himself. "Fvck," Cassandra mumbled when she saw Amara's mother in her husband's wife. "Who the hell did this?" Agatha asked. Their men froze behind them as Agatha pulled herself out of the floor and faced them wearing those fierce and dark eyes of hers. They knew what those eyes meant. Those are the eyes they always fear. The eyes of the beast who was about to kill with no mercy at all.

I had never seen my mother this furious for the first time. Her blue eyes were glinting like ripples in a furious ocean, ready to drown anything that came their way. Her muscles were pumped, and as she stared at me, I saw the true image of a deadly vampire queen with the witch gene. Even her hair let loose by itself, scattering all over her face. "No need to remind him; he knows there is no way for him and that wolf. Personally, I think he is joking." The father of Celine cut in, and I sneered at him.

Who did he think he was, touching my mother like that, holding her so intimately? My mother jerked her arms free, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and desperation. "Stop this!" she spat, her voice echoing through the air. "Go back to your mate, your daughter. Leave me be!" She screamed the words, her pain and longing palpable. But the man's face didn't reflect the anguish of rejection; instead, his eyes burned with a cold, calculated rage.

haven’t even seen his eyes change. I feel the command take over me. I respond, “ I claimed her as a newborn, “Dad shakes his head. “Why wasn’t I informed? Why did you hide this from me? How could I not notice all these years? “ his gaze falls onto Mom. “ some mate you are he scoffs. You would have our daughter lie to me and hide the truth. It bothers me that you didn't share that moment with me. It’s typical of you to be so selfish. Why did I even marry you? “ He snarls at Mom, getting ready to strike her. I shift, but I don’t feel any pain. It was on instinct I jumped in front of Mom, taking the strike from Dad's hand. I’m thrown back, hitting the wall. I began to cry. My wolf was bleeding

Fang moves so fast I barely catch the blur, he grabs my father by the front of his shirt and slams him into the wall so hard the pictures rattle. “You come near her again,” Fang growls, “and I will rip your throat out.” My mother gasps, reaching for my father, but she doesn’t try to pull Fang off not really, she just watches, calculating. My father remains infuriatingly calm. “You can’t keep her forever, Fang.” “Watch me.” They stare at each other for a long, heavy beat. Then my mother smooths her hair and lifts her chin. “We’ll be back,” she says, whisper soft but venomous. “Rebel deserves better than a life in this den.”

I tilted my head to stare at my mother, I saw the dread in her eyes too. "What are you still doing here? I thought I warned you to disappear before I return?" My father barked at her. His voice thundered, resonating from the walls of the room. My mother kept her head down in silence. He was drunk again. From the darkness, female fingers polished with red paint clasped my father's shoulders. He gently stroked the hand of this strange woman. I had never seen him touch my mother like that. I stole my gaze away from my father and fixed it on the woman. Brown eyes, shaped like those of a cat leered at me, filled with so much contempt. The coldness caused me to look away. I turned back to my mothe