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

My rage boiled over, seeping into the shadows that enveloped me like living tendrils, eager for release. "You have crossed me for the final time," I growled, my voice distorted with rage. "You will regret ever setting foot in my castle." My father remained eerily calm, tilting his head as if observing a child's tantrum. "Such theatrics, Edward. You truly are your mother's son. Always so emotional. Let's not pretend this is a battle you can win."

My eyes lifted. Dad stood at the entrance. Massive. Furious. Commanding. His gaze locked onto me first. Then— It dropped to my mark. And I watched it happen. Watched his expression shift from confusion… To recognition. To rage. Pure, catastrophic rage. The air in the hall changed. Warriors straightened. No one dared breathe. His jaw flexed once. Twice. And when my father’s eyes darkened like that— Hell didn’t knock. It kicked the door down.

Aurora’s Pov . A wave of nausea rolled over me as my mother’s words sank in. The very idea of bringing a child into this world, especially in a loveless marriage with someone like Zayn, was horrifying. I couldn’t imagine subjecting an innocent life to that kind of misery. “I’m glad I’m not pregnant,” I said, my voice coming out colder than I expected. “I wouldn’t want to bring a child into this mess, with a father who doesn’t even care.” I barely had time to process the hurt in my mother’s eyes before my father’s face turned beet red with fury. Before I could react, his hand shot up, ready to strike me. But something snapped inside me at that moment. Instead of bracing for the blow like I al

"Everything is always my fault according to you, isn't it, Vespera? My ambition, my drive to make this pack strong, my refusal to be weak like—" "I never said that," Mother interrupted, but her voice had grown cold, distant. "I'm saying don't blame a child for problems she didn't create." "Damn that Hubert," Father growled, ignoring her completely. "He'll pay with his life." He clutched his fist so hard I heard bones crack, the sound sharp in the tense silence. Father's entire body trembled like a fault line about to rupture, vibrating with barely contained violence. Heat radiated off him in waves, and the scent of his rage flooded the room—burning, acrid, making my eyes water.

With his portly aura scourged out to trounce ours, Dad's pitch-black eyes drilled into mine, going red with fury, but I did not give a damn. I will not concede. - -

ELIANA I locked gazes with my father, my eyes wide with terror, my heart was beating so fast, I knew he was capable of doing the most unthinkable thing. My father's eyes blazed with a fierce and unholy anger, the irises burning with an inner fire that seemed to sear my very soul. I trembled at the thought of his wrath. Here's a rephrased version that maintains I could see the rage in his eyes, and I wouldn't be surprised if he'd feed my blood to the vampires.

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.

Pure, white-hot, consuming rage. I thought about my mother's gentle voice, her soft hands, her sad eyes. I thought about the way she had looked at me from her hospital bed, fragile and weak, making me believe she was dying. I thought about the tears she had shed, the apologies she had whispered. All of it was a lie. I looked at my father, and I saw the same rage reflected in his eyes. "She's not your mother anymore," he said. "She's the enemy. And if we don't stop her, she's going to destroy everything we have left."

" I stayed quiet, biting down on the inside of my cheek to force back crying again. He walked closer, stopping directly in front of me…so close that I had to tilt my head back to look up at him. His eyes were the same gray as Rheyes's, but where Rheyes's eyes sometimes held warmth underneath all the coldness, his father's held nothing at all. Just a cold and endless emptiness.

“Maybe it's waking up right now because I surely saw the wolf in your eyes.” My heart began to thunder. I sucked in a shaky breath and ran my trembling fingers through my hair. “You said that my eyes were red... I don't think it is possible.” He let out a slow exhale and narrowed his eyes at me. “You told me about your father, who used to be an unranked warrior, but you never told me about your mother.”