Addicted to their Love

Chapter 9 Greyson

Greyson's p.o.v.

I stared at him...and he stared at me. Chubby, soft...delicious looking, even its smell made me all dizzy and my mouth watered...

" you don't like it, Greyson?"

The sweet soft voice of my mother suddenly interrupted my glaring competition with golden brown roasted chicken on the shiny white dining table. He looked offended now, I should probably eat him before it gets too angry. But these silver forks, spoons, and knives are stopping my hands.

Why do I need to use these anyway, when I have fingers and nails and teeth...

I tilted my head, looking in front of me, her wrinkled amber eyes smiling at me, hiding the nervousness beneath them. I sighed, staring back at my plate.

" I do... it smells good."

" It tastes even better.', Ethan, my beta chimed, making my eyes look beside me.

He cut the slice with his knife and fork and put it in his mouth...moaning with his closed eyes. And I gulped my drool. Tilting my head I again stared at my food. My stomach knotted inside me. I also want to eat but...

" Here...let me help you."

Mother said and slide my plate towards her, cutting it into small slices she shoved that delicious roasted meat inside my big mouth. And a small smile formed on my lips.

This is way better than the raw animals I used to eat in the forest for years. But I still prefer to turn into my wolf and eat it directly with my mouth...or at least with my own hands, without these silver instruments humans called knife and fork.

I still can't understand how could living just six years in my wolf form made me forget all those human ethics, I was doing for twenty-one long years...but now, that all seems blurred.

I can't cut my own food. I can't talk like humans, without stuttering. I can't 'behave' like humans...hell, I can't even dress like them. This brown winter coat on my suddenly large body with this red muffler wrapped around my neck makes me choke...it feels like I am going to die because of suffocation.

I don't think we werewolves need to wear these clothes, we don't feel cold like humans...but still, we do things like these, why? Just to merge between humans. Pathetic.

But seriously, why do we or anyone, even humans need to wear clothes anyway when we can just live more comfortably without them?

The world would be a better place if no one wore clothes...all too free.

" You remember you used to love my cooking.", Mother said softly, feeding me another slice of that delicious chicken.

I blinked my eyes at her, but couldn't reply. I don't want to lie to her. But can't answer honestly either. It'll break her heart if I said that I don't remember. It's not like I can't remember, I can if I want to. I just need to pressure my little brain.

But the thing is, I don't want to recall.

Living so many years in my wolf form did something with my brain. I forgot my life like a human. The only memory I have was the week before meeting my mate; the day I decided to remain wolf.

Those memories aren't good anyway...all that suffering my mother had suffered because of me, from my own father.

It's better if I just forgot everything. How much I wish I forgot that too, that my mate was a child...but how can I forget when I spend my last six years stalking her like a predator...hidden inside the woods in my wolf form.

Sometimes I felt that she felt me too...but at last, she was a kid, it didn't matter. So all I do was make sure she remain safe. It was harder than I thought though; keeping her safe...She was...she is a bratty child, always finding trouble.

" Greyson?", Mother called, making me snap out of my thoughts.

" hmm..." I hummed, peering at her pale white skin, with some wrinkles now, black hair...now with some grey near her ears, amber eyes, before, they used to fill with hope and love and care...but now, they are just dead.

I abruptly shifted my eyes to the plate, feeling guilty. Did I do this to her, made her this sad and lonely?

I acted selfish that day, thinking only about myself, escaping reality. I never thought what Mother might have suffered all alone. Women were never treated well in this pack, my father; Alpha of this pack was an ill-minded man after all.

" Do you want to try this on your own now?", she nudged my hand lovingly, giving me my plate and spoon.

I sighed but took it anyway, trying to follow how Ethan was doing...but honestly, I just want to grab the meat and shove it inside my mouth in one go...but again, that's not how we behave here. So, I have to learn it all. I am learning for weeks now...No progress yet.

It's been six months since I return to my human form...since my father died. After that, I again turn back into a wolf but before I could run Ethan here, my long-lost childhood friend trapped me in a cage, as if I was some animal and my house a zoo.

But now when I think about that, I was an animal...a hungry and angry one for that matter so...I can understand why he captured me; for everyone's safety.

But then the worst part came, they didn't let me go...they made me their Alpha and my lovely mother here practically forced me to turn human by blackmailing me saying she will kill herself.

And f**k, I don't even want to start about humans, the first day I leave this house as a human some bunch of reports surrounded me and asked me questions about my disappearance. And how I reply to them...I growled. Yes, like an animal in front of cameras and reporters and humans, a lot of them. I forgot my Father was a famous man, my bad.

But what I'm supposed to do, I forgot how to speak...I live six years in the forest duh.

So, that little show of mine became the headline in the newspaper the next day. I still remember it, word to word; Andrews Enterprise's heir; returned as a caveman.

Seriously, caveman...they couldn't think of any better name, could they?

I shook my head thinking about all this and still trying to pick the meat with fock, I am so f*****g tired right now. The last six months felt like I was seriously living in a zoo...I think a zoo might be a better place than this, at least other animals wouldn't have behaved as they all did here.

I can see how everyone here stared at me, I got weird. It's not like I wasn't weird before, I was. But now I think I am unbearable, even to my own mother.

I can see, she is ashamed of me, that's why we are eating dinner in my packhouse without any pack members. Ethan is here but he is more of a pet than a pack member so...

I know Mother doesn't want anyone to see their Alpha, I mean me, behaving like a caveman rather than a civilized werewolf. But what she didn't know was that I shouldn't even be Alpha.

Because I didn't kill the old Alpha, I didn't kill my father. They did. I don't understand what they want, they found me in the woods and threatened to kill my parents if I didn't give them what they want.

I got worried for my mother that's why I came back but I was late...and found my dead father instead. No one, not even my mother believe that I didn't kill him. I have no f*****g idea who they were or how they look...or what the f**k they want from me.

All I knew they were asking me to give them a thing that didn't belong to me.

A question that sounds too familiar for an unknown reason.