The Lycan's Innocent Mate

8

"Say it and be done," he warned dismissively.

"Remember when we were both 9?" Soner queried non chalantly.

Lysander closed his eyes as if in pain, if he was trying to bring the past then he'd damn well make sure he didn't. "Don't dig the buried skeletons Soner, nothing can change me now, not even the sunshine and rainbows you and I shared in the past, it all changed," he moved once again to rid himself off his presence, to rid his mind off the haunting memories that taunted him at every point of his life. Every sleepless night. Every mention of his sister. Every mention of his mother. Every mention of his brothers. And his cruel bastard of a father's. Every mention of a betraying fake mate.

"Lysander," Soner's voice rose a little but not loud enough to wake her, high enough to have Lysander's attention, "Give me five minutes of your time," He looked to see him gazing down at his mate's peaceful face as he contoured his face and emotions. "Is that too much to ask after what you did?" He smiled a mocking smile to which Lysander glanced his way.

He averted his eyes on his mate again, "Speak." He snapped.

"When your little brother was born, you came to me, remember?" Soner's mind flooded with good times, "I was helping my mum bake cookies and then you come running with David," he laughed, "that old chap." He grinned his eyes closed as he played with the ring in his hand, his head against the wall, one leg bent up while the other sprawled in another direction.

Lysander remembered that day too well, his mother's happy face, his other siblings and their banter. His father's absence, everything was fresh, anew. Painfully good to be reminded of.

"I invited you in and you refused, you never refused mother's cookies," Soner reminded him with a tone that conveyed his astonishing surprise, "You were all happy, giddy. When I asked you jumped up and down yelling that you have a little brother, you gave me descriptive details of his face," Lysander's mind was a turmoil, where was Soner heading?

"My mother said to Davis and I qoute, 'Wait, till he has his own, he definitely likes babies,' We all laughed while I teased you about babies, what I didn't expect was for you to be actually excited about it," Soner remembered Lysander being happy about having a kid one day.

"Time passed and you actually joked about having a kid and we'd all call you mad," He paused trying to grasp something that could awoke any emotion in Lysander.

"I know you changed and the past is buried deep somewhere not even the deepest of floods can help rise but one thing is for sure Lysander, the past was there, is there. In our minds, on this land, in our heart and there's nothing you can do to make it otherwise." He finished, he knew Lysander had become something so tough a sweet little thing like Avery couldnt change, his heart ached for the girl who had fallen victim to his brother's hands.

"You done?" Lysander finally spoke, trying not to be affected.

"No, I am not," Soner stood up, his three strides led him to the bars separating him and his step brother and former best friend. Soner knew that it was impossible to bring back Emily or the betrayal she brought. Or anything in the past.

"Emily won't be back, she's dead and she brought it on herself, you blind i***t. She killed our pack, our family. She betrayed us all, not only you, you selfish bastard, you listen to me Lysander Tryst Black! If you so much as thinking of hurting the girl in your arms, I'll break these bars and take her far away from your clutches," Soner let his pent up anger leak out pressuring him to say what he swore to never. "You don't deserve her," Lysander knew that.

Lysander shook, with newfound rage. Is that why he stopped him? To remind his of his dark past and his so called fake mate's game, in which he played a pawn and lost everything.

If it wasn't for the women in his arms he would have beaten Soner senseless.

"Thank you reminding me of my past, anything else Soner?" Lysander's hands clutched the blanket his mate was wrapped in. He didn't know why but when Soner had mentioned his warning, he didn't deep jealousy, anger or any of those emotions he should have, he felt ashamed. It was his job to be possesive of her, to stand up for her, to have her back, to protect her.

"I am not done yet either Lysander, your mate, this women in your arms?" Soner gripped the bars fiercely enough to turn the steel into mush. "When you were torturing her," he stated, "you weren't only doing the harm on her body." His riddles confused Lysander.

"Stop with the riddles and spit it out whatever that is you want to tell me, I don't have time." He said in a icy tone.

"She's having your pup, a baby, that's inside of her right now. She told me she was scared, scared you'd hurt it because you told her so. That's why she escaped, for her baby. She didn't tell you because you told her you'd have it gone if there was one, when she told me she was scared it took everything in me not to take her in my arms, how could you become so heartless? If this baby is harmed as of right now, the blame is all on you Lysander, you killed your own child and I will be glad to remind you this every miserable pitying second of your worthless life." Soner part whisper yelled while part he said in a slow calmed voice.

The ground beneath Lysander had slipped, it had skipped and he felt himself lost in a dark pit of sorrow, shame, regret and what not.

His ears rung with the words Soner had directed towards him.

A baby, his baby, his pup.

There was a baby inside of her, his mate, his second chance. How...was that possible? It couldn't be....

His hands went upto her stomach to feel a something, if it was his child, as a father he could feel it and surely he did, he felt his growing baby. His eyes widened as he withdrew his hand, she was having his baby.

He had been so cruel with her while his own flesh and blood was growing inside of her, he was a heartless beast. He almost killed his own baby. How could he?

He said he would have his own pup gone but he didn't mean it, he'd die a thousand deaths and even then that would not happen.

"Treat her right, you took my mate away and I am not sure I am blessed with a second chance but yours came on your doorstep, now she's offering you the biggest joy there is in this whole world, Lysander, your own baby." Soner's voice was filled with emotion, "Emily was a liar, a cheat and a w***e. This girl is an opposite. It's not too late. Fix this." Soner tried to reason with him.

Worldlessly Lysander took the key out his pocket and threw it to Soner. Soner was right, although Lysander was overly joyed with the news he could not show it. He had cause her, his mate, such pain. Things won't go right with a 'sorry'.

"You're free." He informed. Lysander walked slowly afraid to wake her up, his footsteps leaded to his bedroom and when he used his foot to open the door she stirred a little but settled back sound asleep.

Lysander walked to his bed and laid her in the middle unwrapping her, the blanket was covered in blood and the sight beneath made many deaths better, his regret was too deep and his self loathe even more truer.

He discarded her dress, the wounds had to be sealed, her dignity and respect were something he didn't gave much thought when he did things to her but right now her wounds were the priority.

His tongue worked magics as the stiches fell apart, her body got adorned with light scars as he sucked his trail and licked. When he was done he carefully wiped her off with wet wipe and dressed her in his large - shirt, she was a heavy sleeper. He thought.

He sat there gazing at her absolutely innocent face, his hands relished the luxury to stroke her belly as the other one was tangled in her hair. "I'm sorry," he whispered to her, his own eyes teary, what had he become?

Was it too late or was Soner right? Could he fix this?

Lysander placed a light kiss on her forehead before his world came to a peaceful halt and his eyes drooped close. Never in his 28 years did he feel so peaceful, not with anyone, not even with his fraud of a fake mate.

His real one had truly made him feel content.

He'd die trying to earn her forgiveness. That was a promise he made to himself. His word was as good as a dent in the stone, irreversible. And he would be steadfast, for his heir and his mommy.