My Father's Eyes My Mother's Rage Book Novels & Stories

scoffing, father rolled his eyes at me, “But you will both be dead by tomorrow night for it to even matter, “I still won’t force her!” I growled, “So you’ll have both of you wound up dead instead!” Father bellowed as his anger rose within his chest, “I will NOT lose my son!” and the aggravation and desperation only intensified in his stare toward me. I rose up as my whole body tensed, I stared my father down for a moment as I felt the heat pulsing through my veins, it was heat caused by rage, anger, and every other emotion imaginable toward not being able to just claim my mate.

I looked at him. His eyes—once so cocky and self-assured—looked different now. Quieter. Softer. Older. “Do you still see me as your son?” he asked, almost a whisper. My chest tightened. A mother never stops seeing her child. Even when he breaks things. Even when he walks away. I didn’t answer him. Not with words. Instead, I pointed toward the patio table. “Your father wanted to make a memory book,” I said. “I was going to do it alone. But maybe… maybe you can help.”

I could only focus on Ryu. His frown was so deep that those perfectly arched brows were almost touching each other. Those dark eyes were even darker. As dark as a bottomless pit, filled with so much rage, so much hatred, so much resentment that one would think there was no end to. He looked so dangerous and bloodthirsty. Like a furious vicious animal. Like there was nothing more he wanted than to see my father bleed. But from the looks of it, it wasn't enough. The blows weren't enough for Ryu to release the anger he had kept hidden for years. My father's cries of pain weren't enough to douse the blazing flames in his heart. They weren't enough to pay for losing his parents.

They always do and right now, I don't really care about wanting to feed their ears. I can slowly feel the tension rolling off. My eyes peel open and I peer up into my mother's eyes. They've always been a beautiful pair and right now, are loaded with warmness and pity. I gobble. I hate pity. Looking away, I shut my eyes again. “Father isn't behind you, that's a record.”

I guess not. I looked at my father, his face was grim. He was the angriest I had ever seen him. My father's face was always relaxed, he had the best poker face of all, but I could always tell when he was mad. I trained myself when I was a kid to read those eyes of his, to read any small muscle movement on his face. Right now the muscles around his jaw were tense, as well as the ones around his eyes. His brows were only slightly tightened together. It was obvious he was bothered, but that only told me how furious he really was. I wasn't sure what Evandrus was doing or saying, but he was really irking my dad.

I do not know what my grandfather do or this facalty is all about but dad said he start working at very young age. I never meet my father's family or mother's. I have seen picture of my father's family. He has a big family but one this is wired that every family members has violet eyes. My grandfather eyes are lifeless and dull violet where as my father's eyes is bright violet and full of life.

I walked right up to him and looked straight into his dead eyes, felling the rage climb up my neck. "Look at me, Cade, look at the person that will destroy your sick dream and your pack along with it. Look into the eyes that you will see for eternity, the eyes that despise you, the face you will see last before you die. You came into my world and ripped it apart, tried to destroy it, to take away my happiness. Your father already destroyed my childhood, took away my parents and you have followed his steps. You tried to kill my child's father, tried to take away my mate, for protecting what is rightfully his. "

“Sorry to disappoint you, Father.” The rage in his eyes was indescribable. A trapped inferno burned in his gaze, wanting to break free and incinerate everything it could touch. His temper had no place to go, so he had to bottle it inside, like a shaken bottle of champagne. It was strange to see your own father look at you…and know he hated you. “I’m not your father.” He rose to his feet and took the folder. “And you aren’t my son.”

My mom's eyes reddened and I looked away. Seeing I was saying nothing, mom sighed while Iris rubbed her back soothingly. "I think it's best you don't show your face to Penelope till you learn to be remorseful!" My mother ordered, causing me to snarl. My eyes flashed my wolf and my teeth bared. "Is that so? To hell with you all!" Whirling around, I stormed out of the room but before I left I heard my mom sob. My rage kept bubbling. I could barely see.

I might end up losing my baby eyeballs for real! “This is so frustrating…” I heard from my father. My attention went back to my mama and father. My Mama is crying while helplessly looking at me. It’s making my heart ache so bad just by watching her like this. “I want to ask you something before I kill you…” Father said to her. Mama grasped her dress in her chest. She’s scared. It’s written all over her face. “And I want us alone…” He continued. He looked at me again. Those eyes of his are really scary. It feels like he can kill me with just one snap of his fingers.