Tara Westover Father Burns นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Familiar, aged, and raw. “Liam… if you’re hearing this… it means the bunker’s been breached.” I froze. Ava’s hand went to her mouth. “Oh my God.” The screen showed a flickering image of a man sitting in a dark room, his hair gray, his face drawn and tired but unmistakable. My father. Richard West. He was alive. Or at least, he had been when he recorded this. “I never wanted you to find this place,” he said, his voice shaking slightly. “What we did here was never meant to see daylight. Victoria took everything from my research, my people, even my name. But it was my fault. I gave her the tools.”

In the werewolf world, execution by fire was reserved for the most hated, the most "unnatural." “It was Silas Osborne, the Beta. Scarlet’s father,” the name tasted like ash in my mouth, making me want to spit or brush my teeth just to rid myself of the filth of it. “He was obsessed with her. He used his position to follow her, to watch her. One night, when my father was at work on the night patrol, Silas came to the house. He—he tried to force himself on her. She had no choice but to defend herself. She had the same fire I do, Jareth. She used it to protect herself, and she left him scarred.”

“Aaron, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” He shrugged, still not looking at me. “Most people don’t. I don’t really talk about it. My dad was a good man. My mom was sweet, soft-spoken, always smelled like lavender. They were everything.” I watched him as he spoke. His voice was steady, but his eyes told a whole different story. There was a grief there, cold and fierce. “What happened?” I asked as gently as I could. “Rogue attack,” he said flatly. “They were ambushed on their way back from a summit meeting. I was supposed to go with them, but I stayed behind. I wanted to go to some stupid bonfire party with my friends.”

he asked. “There is something you need to know” his father said to him. “Your father and I found you. Well, I did. Your father and I just got married and we couldn’t have a baby. I wanted one so bad that I would bring home stray animals and nurture them back to health before I gave them away because they were too big to be maintained or because they didn’t have much time left. I was walking home from one of those deliveries when I heard you cry. You were buried in the ashes of what was left of your biological parents home. I couldn’t say how long you had been in there or how you were alive will all of that fire and smoke and I though that you would be sick or something but when I brought you

I've always known him to hate me so much. Tara's POV Blood kept gushing out of my hand, and I wailed in pain. My father was just trying his best to make sure that they wouldn't follow us. He got to a deserted place, and parked the car. He opened the back door of the car where I was sitting. The car was already stained by the blood gushing out of my arm. "How are you feeling, Tara? We can't take you to the hospital right now because they'll be looking for us everywhere" Father hugged me tightly.

My father slowly reached out as if to touch my face. "You… You're…" "Dad! I'm right here!" Susan's voice cut through the moment, her feet stomping in frustration behind me. His eyes widened in surprise, and for the first time, he truly noticed Susan. Glancing between the two of us, he asked, "Which of you is Miranda's child?" Susan's expression shifted, and she suddenly collapsed to the ground in a flood of tears. "Mom, you left too soon! How am I supposed to survive on my own? Dad doesn't even want to acknowledge me! Even on your deathbed, you were still thinking about him!"

“Yes. Five years ago, I burned everything you loved. Your father, your life, your sense of safety. I ruined your entire existence because I wanted what you had. Because I needed you to fail. Because I wanted to feel powerful, and you, my dear Amara, were untouchable until that night.” My chest tightened, and bile rose in my throat. Memories slammed into me, of the fire, the chaos, the smell of smoke, the panic as I had fled, carrying my father’s final moments in my mind. All the pain, all the loss, had a name now. A face. Leah’s.

“He stood before the circle, my father beside him, and spoke of unity. And while they listened, while they trusted, his wolves moved. Quiet at first. Knives in the dark. Torches thrown into tents. Screams.” Aria covered her mouth, bile rising as her imagination painted the scene. Kael’s gaze lifted to her, and she wished it hadn’t. Pain lived there, sharp and endless. “I watched them burn, Aria. My parents, my kin. They were slaughtered like cattle, throats cut while they slept. And when I found my mother’s body…” His voice broke, and he had to look away. “Her eyes were still open. She died believing in his lie.”

"She tried to tell me I was a product. A transaction. She thought that if she took away my DNA connection to the West name, I would crumble." He looked at Julian. "She said Richard never loved me. That I was a science experiment he bought." Julian’s face tightened with shared pain. "Noah..." "It's okay," Noah said. He smiled, and for the first time, it reached his eyes, crinkling the corners. "Because Richard West was the man who taught me how to ride a bike. He was the man who sat by my bed when I had the flu and read me The Hobbit until his voice gave out. He was the man who yelled at me when I crashed the car and then hugged me because I was safe. He was my father."

“I tried to come say goodbye today before I traveled out of the country, but my doctors advised against it—” “Dad, what happened?” I asked, pushing myself upright despite the sharp ache in my ribs. “The accident.” He hesitated, and something crept into his voice that I’d never heard before. “My doctors say there was wolfsbane powder mixed with the accelerant.” My heart clenches painfully because he’d been out searching for me when he’d been caught in that deadly explosion. “Are you okay?” “I will be.” But his voice betrayed him. “The burns are… extensive. My wolf can’t heal them on his own because of the wolfsbane. I’m going to seek specialized treatment. There’s a healer in Europe who deals