The Bad Boy's Oath

Chapter Three

***Ludovic’s POV***

I’ve gotten everything I own in a duffle bag. Some books that I like to read about our kind. Most of my clothes, my charger and a picture of my brother, my mom and me.

I throw it all in my 4Runner and head to the pack hospital. I at least want to say goodbye to my mother. As I am trekking to the pack hospital, I hear someone calling my name. Fu.cking Blair.

“Ludo! Wait.” He yells but I pay her no mind. I don’t want to see her face, let alone hear her voice.

She runs in front of me so I stop and try to go around her, she grabs my arm by the elbow. How is it possible that she rejected me, I accepted but I can still feel slight tingles. I don’t want her anymore. Not like I first did when I found out she was my mate. Then she rejected me and told me she would choose Louis over me anyday. And that’s exactly what she did. No one knows except my best friend Zeke. I needed to be able to confide in someone. I would have ended myself had I kept that secret to myself.

“Hey, I am trying to talk to you. Why are you ignoring me?” She asks almost in a pout. Is she fu.cking serious right now??

“What the fu.ck do you want from me, Blair? I took your rejection and accepted it. And now, because of my own stupidity I am leaving the pack. What more do you want from me? Go back to my BROTHER, the Alpha… “ I sneered at her. She looked like she could cry. A small pang hit my heart and I took a deep breath.

“Well, what do you want?” I asked again. She dropped her head and huffed. I don’t have time for this.

“I am going to visit my mother. And then I am leaving to begin my two year suspended banishment. This will be the last time any words are exchanged between us. Cause quite frankly, I don’t want to talk to you ever again.” I said, while straightening myself.

“Don’t forget me. “ She whispered. Is she fu.cking kidding me? Ragnar is fuming, shaking in my head wanting to shift. He wanted his mate. He felt her wolf want him too. Want us. But the dumb human side of her only wanted power. She just wanted to be Luna.

“Don’t forget you? That is ALL I have been trying to do.. You don’t get to SUDDENLY act like you give a sh.it about me or my fu.cking feelings. You rejected me. And I wanted you. I really wanted you. I felt every single time you fu.cked MY BROTHER. Every single time. And you don’t even know how PHYSICALLY along with emotionally painful that is. And then to see you walk around with him. I had to accept the rejection, or I would have died. You didn’t give a damn about me then. So, please for the Love of the Moon Goddess, don’t act like you give a fu.ck now.” I sneered. I can’t even believe she would have the audacity to say that to me.

She was silent, not making eye contact. I think she was having a conversation with her wolf. But I don’t fu.cking care.

I left her standing there. And honestly, it felt better than I thought it would. I don’t care what she was gonna say, I didn’t want to hear it. All I want to do is check on my mom.

I reach the hospital and walk into this building. It looks like a huge warehouse but it is filled to the brim with the state of the art hospital equipment . When I get inside, I hear a ruckus coming from upstairs. Stopping a nurse from coming out of a room.

“What is going on up there?” I asked her. Not paying attention to the way she was gawking at me. Looking at my tattoos, my shoulder length dirty blonde hair, bearded scruff in the right formation on my face. Even if I smelled like alcohol she didn’t make any faces other than a drooling one.

I snapped my fingers at her. “Oh, I am so sorry Mr. Dubois. It is your father. He is losing his mind with his mate hurt. I don’t know if you should go up there.” She said sadly. But she is right. Facing my dad right now would mean that either he would kill me for what happened to my mother, his mate. Or I would kill him from all this pent up hatred I feel towards him.

“Give me your phone please.” I said to her as sweetly as I could. She quickly hands me her phone. “I am putting my number in here, and I will need you to text me updates on her condition and how she is doing since I will be going away.” I finished putting my number in her phone and she quickly texted me. ‘It’s Carina.’ That was it.

“Just so you know who is texting you about your mom. I don’t think you knew what my name was before.” She said with a blush.

“I will be honest with you, I have drank too much in the last few years to hardly remember my name. But thank you for your help. I have to go now.” I said waving as I exited the hospital.

I caused my mother enough grief. And as much as I don’t want to have that prick around her, having her mate near will help her heal.

I jump into my 4 Runner at the front of the packhouse. And take a deep breath. A few minutes pass and I put my truck in drive and take off with the windows down. I have a bottle of Jack and Crown in my front seat. A gps address to where I will be living, a second gps address to where I will be working. And duties for the pack I will have to do to show that I am changing my ways. This is stupid. I could have done all of this here.

‘No you couldn’t have. Although we aren’t the Alpha. We are from Alphablood and the second you would want a drink, all you would have to do is command a wolf here to get it for you.’ Ragnar reminded me.

‘That is true. But wherever I am going to work will have werewolves too. So, what’s the difference?’ I questioned. My wolf is an old viking type of wolf, battle ready but he is very wise. I just don’t listen.

‘I honestly think your brother Alpha commanded them. And don’t be surprised when you get to your house that you find an itinerary that you will have to follow. Hahaha.’

‘Ha. Ha. Ha. You are just the funniest damn wolf.’ I said sarcastically and cut the link.

I won’t drink and drive, but I am itching to get this trip over with to have a shot or two.

I made it all the way to the town and I really enjoyed the scenery. The fresh air. But when I see the town. It’s a small human town. I can sense other wolves, but mostly humans. Just great, now I am going to have to sneak off at night time to let Ragnar out. But it does feel cozy.

I pull into the address Louis gave me for where I will be living. It’s a cute little cottage on the edge of town. Close to the woods. It’s small and white and it’s ship lapped all the way around it. It is big enough to have a small family in. I don’t know why Louis gave this to me. Why did he think it would be a good idea for me to live in a house this big? But whatever. I grab my bottles and my bag and head for the door. When I get closer to it, it is actually a really beautifully charming house.

It has a half wrap around porch that is screened in. There is a front door within the screened in porch and then a side porch that isn’t a part of the screened in piece. The side door has a beautiful wooden overhang with vines growing all throughout it.

I don't know why but I want to add some more plants to this porch.

I turn the key and walk inside, and this is as cozy as it gets.

There is a fireplace in the corner of the room, with a big mantle above it and a huge tv hanging on the wall. There is a nice rug in front of it. To the right of the fireplace there are two sliding glass doors with dark forest green curtains. Everything in this living room just makes me miss my mom and brother more. I walk into the kitchen, and it's beautiful. I used to love to cook. It was one of my favorite things when I wasn’t training for the Alpha title. And gardening. I liked to watch things grow.

This is a full service kitchen, it’s a nice grey color. Deep double sided sink with a big window overlooking a nice backyard and the woods in the distance.

'Me: Why did you give me such a big house if this is a punishment?' I texted Louis. I immediately get a ping back.

‘Louis: Just because I am mad at you, and you are on punishment doesn't mean I am going to make you live in a sh.ithole. You’re still my brother. Always my brother.’ Well if I didn’t already feel like complete sh.it, that’ll do it.

‘Me: I appreciate it. I’ll try not to mess it up too bad. ‘ I sent him back. I have to be honest with myself or none of this will ever stop. I throw my bag against the back of the couch. And plop down and look out the sliding glass doors. It’s a nice cool day. The sun is shining, I should let Ragnar out for a run. But I kind of just want to finish these two bottles beforehand.

I grabbed my Jack Daniels and just started drinking from the neck. It’s warm so it is burning as it goes down. But for some reason it is making me feel sick. Why?

‘Oh I don’t know maybe because it is the reason your mother is in a coma?’ Ragnar sounded through the mindlink. He’s right. I don’t know if I will be able to drink anymore. Or maybe I’ll have to try a different alcoholic beverage. Who knows? I might be a new wine connoisseur.

I set the bottle on the table next to the couch and just lay back.

I think about everything that has happened over the last few years. And then today with Blair. I can’t believe the nerve of her. ‘Don’t forget me.’ What a crock of sh.it. I am glad she doesn’t have my number.

I decide maybe I need sleep. I need to sleep the next two days and rest because in a couple of days it will be time for me to start my new job.

I close my eyes and drift into a deep sleep. A sleep I didn’t know I needed.

***Unknown Female’s POV***

“C’mon sweetheart we have to go. We are leaving now.” I said to my daughter Angel, as I was throwing things into a diaper bag for my toddler Chase. I am nervous if we don’t hurry, he will catch us leaving and then things could get uglier than I want them to get.

“Mommy, where are we going? Are we leaving daddy because he is mean to all of us?” She is seven years old. She shouldn’t know that her daddy is mean to us. He shouldn’t be mean to her or her brother. He is only four. And all he wants is to play. I try to take it all from them. Every hit, kick and punch. But even when I am not in the same area as them for a few moments he still ends up catching them. Saying mean things to them, hitting them before I can get to them and taking the brunt of it all.

I have contemplated killing him several times. I have watched enough serial killer documentaries to know what not to do to get away with it. But that would turn me into a monster. I am just not capable. No matter how terrible he is, I don’t want to be the one to take my kids' father out. Either way, I have documented every single word of abuse, pictures of bruises, cuts and broken bones. Anything that has happened to us, I have documented.

“We are going somewhere far far away so no one will ever be mean to us again, my love. Mommy promises okay. No take Chase and you guys go get in the car. Mommy only has a few more things to grab and we are leaving okay.

“You’re the best mommy. Thank you.” She said as she took Chase to the car. Such a strong baby. Always a helper. I don’t deserve to be their mother. And I wish we didn’t have to leave. But who would believe me? He has powerful and rich parents here. He is a CEO of his company. Who would believe the lowly housewife from a poor background even with evidence? He could have my kids taken from me because of his money. Or even have me killed.

And even if someone did believe me, who is going to throw him in jail? Who would protect us when he got out? I already have a lawyer writing up papers to divorce him and for him to sign his rights over. And once I am somewhere safe and secure, I’ll have them served. By then we will be long gone, and he will never know where to look for us or find us.

I grabbed the last bit of things from the house and hurriedly jumped into my car. My boy is sound asleep in his carseat and my girl is strapped in her booster seat watching Moana on her tablet.

I may have not been the best protector before. But these beautiful little babies are my whole world. And I’ll be damned if I EVER let anyone hurt them again. Over my dead body next time.

Goodbye Pingree, Hello Pocatello…