Chapter 263
Kyan POV
Time was not something I really paid attention to. I felt Jonah with E earlier, and I had been fighting
the urge to go to them ever since. Yet I weed the pain from my link to Jonah; I didn’t see it as
betrayal, just that Kaif was stupid enough to mark him as our mate. H e was never intended for us but
for her. However, the pain was a distraction from the torment of grief rolling through me. The guilt,
anger, and profound sadness that ebbed was relentless a s I sat in this silent house that was much too
big for a coven, let alone one person.
Working just served to piss me off, so I gave that idea the flick the moment it rose and our employees
didn’t deserve to put up with my attitude or an uneasy Kaif rearing his head and snapping at someone.
Yet the bottle in my hand didn’t serve its purpose of drowning my Sorrow, it just made me think more
about it.
“We could always go home,” Kaif growled at me.
“We are home, idiot,” I snap at him. All this because he had to dip his wick in Hades’ daughter. I
thought with a snarl, earning a growl from Kaif at my thoughts. How one mistake could have a domino
effect falling into the next generation and so on, destroying an entire bloodline, the same loss and
heartache again and again.
“Home is wherever they are, this is just a house,” Kaif said, and I raised my eyebrows at his words and
let out a breath.
“No, this is our prison to your past,” I tell him bitterly.
“This isn’t a prison, Kyan. You have a door you can walk out of. Your father doesn’t. None of them do.
They don’t get a choice. You still have one, so make the right one,”
“Yeah, because you were so epting of Jonah when he was talking about fucking our mate, “I told
him. I wasn’t going to put Jonah at risk and, in turn, put E at risk by going over there even though that
is all I wanted to do.
Kaif sighs. “I didn’t disapprove, Kyan; I was just ufortable.” I shake my head. To me, it was the
same difference.
“Doesn’t matter the fact remains, we are destined to be on our own, at least then no more curse
because no one to follow on the name, or our cursed blood, and I won’t have to abandon no kids, so
we good,” I tell him, swigging from the bottle.
“It’s not just about following on the name or bloodline Kyan, and he didn’t abandon you; Mara still loves
us. You just refuse to allow her too.” Kaif snapped at me.
“Yeah, because you loved your mates so much you killed them,” I spat, instantly regretting it when I felt
his hurt at my words,”
“When I met Luna, I loved her instantly. Then her father took her away, leaving me with a son to raise. I
was bitter and angry at Hades, but I still loved Luna. She broke me when she returned, but she didn’t
return for me; that crushed me most,” Kaif murmurs. I roll my eyes not wanting to listen to his life
lessons, though Kaif was determined to give them.
“Then Hades cursed me, and as much as I hated him, she was his daughter, and I probably would
have done the same. Yet even with him cursing me, I still found I loved her, despite her hating me, and
you know why?” Kaif asked me, and I rolled my eyes. “Why?” I asked.
“Because she was the mother of my son, that was one thing I could always love her for, for giving me a
son,” Kaif answered.
“And the others?” I asked him. I didn’t understand why he just kept going with the curse. Why not just
remain on your own and let it die out naturally?
“I loved all of them, each and every single one of them even after they tried to do what they did. I knew
it wasn’t their fault, yet I loved my children more; I picked them over and over again, even if it meant
destroying the women I loved repeatedly. I loved them, and I loved all my kids Kyan. Why do you think I
always made sure to keep them safe, to set their mothers free and their future kids free. I couldn’t just
give up and die and let them rot in the shadows, not even Luna when she rejected.”
“But you didn’t abandon your sons?” I tell him.
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“No, but I made a sacrifice just like what your father did, only different. He chose your life over him, he
chose your future over his and E’s because she was an important part of it. He did what a parent is
supposed to do. I get you’re angry and sad, but if the tables were turned, what would you have done?” I
thought his words over knowing I would have done the same, o I the guilt would have made me do the
same in the end anyway.
“Lucas was the same, Kyan; he didn’t have to take your father’s ce and raise you. He did it because
he wanted to. You were thest piece of his sister, his nephew. Your mother’s child, h e could have
hated your father for taking your mother as his mate, knowing the bloodline was doomed; your father
never hid it. He was always upfront with him, that much is clear because Lucas always knew more than
he should. He did it because your mother loved your father, and he respected the mate bond. He then
honored her by being there long after she died; he didn’t have to be. He was always helping raise you,
and he did right into adulthood. He took the ce of your father, so you had one, you became his son
too, and once you were grown, he still stayed when he could have left.” Kaif tells me.
“Lucas could have had a life,” I scoffed. He would be alive still if he walked away as he should have.
“Yes, but you became his life because he chose you over himself; you were more important. Lucas
stayed despite being petrified of the future your father told him woulde true, the one he kept
hidden from even us, and why is that Kyan? What do you think the future was your father saw for
Lucas?” Kaif asked.
“You believe Lucas knew Marabe would kill herself because of me?” I ask him.
“I know he did because he stood right there and didn’t flinch when Eziah plunged that knife into his
neck. He had plenty of time to move Kyan, but he remained. He chose his son because you were as
much his as you were your fathers. Lucas chose Marabe over himself because you needed her more
than you needed him. Lucas didn’t need kids; he had you, and h e was content with that because if he
wasn’t he would have walked away, but he didn’t. A child doesn’t have to be made by you for you to
love them like your own, look at Jonah,” Kaif said before prattling on. Though I was actually paying
attention to the old fossilized Lycan.
“You think you lost your father, but you gained two more. Andrei always treated us like his, just like he
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treated and loved Jonah the same as Rose. You lost your father but gained two others in Andrei and
Lucas. Your father’s sacrifice was necessary for his son to live, just like mine was to ensure my sons
lived. He gave hisst breath to ensure you took your next one. Just like I broke my own heart
repeatedly by killing them to ensure my sons kept beating, you can’t have everything without losing
something in return,”
“But I have already lost everything, Kaif. Look around. No one is here,” I snapped at him.
“Yes, because they’re waiting for you to pull your damn head out of your ass and stop wallowing over
things you can’t change,” Kaif growled.
“Yeah, from the feels earlier, they aren’t waiting,” I deadpan.
“And you call me jealous!” Kaif huffs.
“I’m not jealous; I am… happy for them?” Though that tasted wrong on the tip of my tongue as I said it.
“So happy that you are here and they are there waiting for you?”
“They aren’t bloody waiting?”
“If they weren’t waiting, why did Jonah ask you about sleeping with her, knowing she was our mate?
Why would they both ask you to stay?” Kaif breathed, shaking his head at me.
“Whatever,” I breathe when he forces control of my drunken body, making me stand up; I face nted
the moment he stood me up.
“Should have done that slower,” Kaifughed as I shook my head, getting on my hands and knees. The
ss bottle in my hand shattered as Inded on top of it. I look down at my ruined shirt and growl.
“Stop crying over wrinkled shirts and spilled whiskey. You already look like shit, so can’t look much
worse,” Kaif growls, forcing me to my feet again. I stagger to the door, snatching m y keys.
“You can’t drive. We have to walk. You’re drunk,” Kaif snarled at me shaking my hand out until I
dropped them and I growled at him.
“If you can bend down and get them without falling on your face, you can have them,”
“I am not walking there,” I snarl at him.
“Then ring Jonah toe to get you,” Kaif said, shaking my head. I clutch it with my hands. His quick
movements were going to make me puke.
“Bloody weakling, learn to hold your liquor. Back in my day, our piss was more intoxicating than that
prissy crap you been drinking,” Kaif growled, forcing control of my hands as he reached in the pocket.
“Back in your day, you wiped your ass with gum leaf and thought the world was t,’ I deadpan. He
shakes his head at me, well my head because he had control still. His fingers fumbled with the phone
for a few seconds before he rang Jonah.
“You should text first; he could be asleep, it’ste now,”
“I don’t text,” Kaif said before a sleepy Jonah answered the call.
“Hey,” He yawned into the phone before Kaif’s voice spilled from my lips, and I felt Jonah’s shock
through the bond at Kaif was ringing him and not me.
“You need toe and pick his drunk ass up and take him home,” Kaif said to him.
“Ah, okay, where is he?” Jonah yawned, but I could hear him getting up and moving about.
“At home,” Kaif answered.
“Give me 20 minutes, and I will be there. Do you want me to wake Mara and we stay there, or a ml
bringing him here?”
“Pick him up, us up. Let Mara sleep. Don’t want to wake her,” Kaif tells him.
“Yep, be there in twenty, walking out the door now,” Jonah said, and Kaif hung up before abruptly giving
me control. The moment he did, I fell on my ass.
“Ha, I got my keys,” I chuckled, only for the keys to go flying the moment I gripped them as Kaif took
control, tossing them over my shoulder.
“Nope, you don’t,” Kaifughed, and I shook my head before using the hall stand to pull myself up and
staggering to the kitchen in search of another bottle.
“What are you doing?” Kaif snarled as I grabbed another from the shelf.
“If I have to listen to your life lesson crap and whatever shit your spouting about, I would rather be
drunk of my face,” I tell him.
“You already are drunk,” Kaif yelled at me as I unscrewed the cap. “Ah, don’t yell. You hurt my brain,” I
tell him.
“That would imply you have one. You either don’t or don’t know how to use it from my standpoint. But
fine, you want to make a fool of yourself. Go for it,” I mimicked Kaif’s words back to him before sitting
on the dining table chair only to miss it and end up on the floor. Tipping whiskey on my shirt.
“Oh, what’s wrong, Kyan? OCD kicking in, that is a bad stain, an atrocious stain,” Kaif taunts.
“Shut up,” I tell him while trying to wipe it, only managing to spill more on my pants.
“Oh my gosh, what would the neighbors think if they saw you like this?” Kaif continued to taunt me.
“Good thing we don’t have neighbors then,” I tell him.
“Is that a wrinkle?” Kaif asks, and I snarl at him but can’t help but look for the wrinkle he speaks of.
There were lots of creases, my clothes were ruined.
“What’s wrong? Can’t walk to your room to get changed,” Kaif mocked.
“No, but you can,”
“Not a chance, if you’re drinking, I am going on strike,”
“You can’t go on strike. We are the same person, idiot. What will people think seeing us like this?”
“I don’t care what anyone thinks. I used to wipe my ass on gum leaves apparently and thought the
world was t. Clearly, that means I don’t think!” I growl at him.
“My oh my, you have found yourself in a pickle,” Kaifughs.