<h4>Chapter 502: 502-Evil Af</h4>


    <strong>Yorick:</strong>


    "Yorick,e on, do not do that. You are an alpha. Do not cry like that," my mother hissed at me.


    I shook my head, refusing to listen to anything she was saying.


    "Look, I understand you are upset with me, and Ipletely get that you are angry, but I did it all for you."


    When my mother said that, I lifted my head and looked straight at her.


    "No, you did it for Charles. In fact, you did not even do it for him. You did it because you want to prove yourself to be the best of the best. That is your truth, and I have nothing else to say to you. I fucking hate you. And if I see you around her room again, it will be bad," I warned her.


    I noticed her smile start to fade, and an angry look covered her face.


    "I do not understand what is going on," Clementine asked softly from behind me.


    I stood up and turned toward her, but I could not even look at her.


    "Please rest for now. Once you get better, I am taking you out of here," I whispered to Clementine.


    Then I walked to my mother, grabbed her arm, and dragged her out of the room so she would be far away from Clementine.


    "Yorick,pose yourself," my mother snapped at me once I had practically pushed her out of Clementine’s room.


    She turned to face me and ced a hand on her chest to calm herself.


    "Look, I have good news for you. If anything, your brother is going to be fine in just a few hours."


    As she continued talking, I started walking toward the room where I was staying for now, ignoring her.


    "Listen to me, you cannot just walk away from me," she insisted, rushing in front of me.


    "Look," my mother said as she showed me again what she had been trying to exin. I noticed a watch in her hands.


    I did not have to think too hard. I already knew what kind of watch it was. My mother had spoken about it before and how she got it.


    It was the Watch of Time. It could take you back in time and then bring you back to the present. That was how it worked.


    A person had to be very meticulous about where they were going. Otherwise, once they lost the first chance, the watch would never work again.


    "And I am guessing you stole it from Clementine’s clothes," I said with a scoff.


    She rolled her eyes.


    "Well, if you want praise for her, then yes, she is amazing. Is that enough? Now listen, with that, I am going to send your brother back in time. And guess what? He will get to eat Clementine’s little brother. I realized that maybe Leysa was just a stepsister. It was a distant rtionship. Clementine had a brother he was supposed to eat, a closer blood rtion. So I am going to send your brother back in time, make him eat that little child, and that will be it."


    My mother’s voice carried so much excitement that I began to think about the words I had said about her earlier. Maybe I had been right. She was doing it all for herself, just to prove how capable she was of twisting realities. That thought upset me even more. All of this was because her ego could not be satisfied.


    "No," I said as I tried to snatch the watch from her hands.


    My mother pulled her hand back.


    "That will be enough, Yorick. You have angered me enough times. If you disagree with me one more time—"


    As she continued, I straightened my posture and looked at her.


    "Then what?" I demanded.


    The look on her face when I straightened my back was worth seeing. She did not expect it.


    "Then nothing," she finished, and I frowned at once. That was unlike her.


    "What are you nning?" I asked.


    She shrugged.


    "Nothing. Just the fact that it must spread in you," my mother replied with a smile, and I narrowed my eyes at her.


    By now, my father had started walking upstairs.


    "What has to spread in me?" I asked in a low, demanding tone, keeping my posture firm in case they tried something.


    "Remember that wine I gave you when I was giving you the medicine? I had a feeling you were not going to listen. So I gave you that wine to make you a little more obedient," she said, a bright smile covering her lips as my heart began to pound in my chest.


    "I always do that, so do not look at me with judgment. Remember when you pushed Oriana to your brother’s room? The decision was easy to make, was it not? That is because you had some of the medicine in you. You always do."


    My mother looked almost hurt that I still did not understand her words.


    "And right now, we do not have time for you, son. So go and sleep in your room while we deal with the watch and help your brother break the curse," my father said as he approached me.


    He patted my back so hard that my body jolted.


    I turned to look at him, a warning in my eyes for him to stay away from me.


    "Oh honey, I am so d you are here. Your son was being difficult," my mother said, turning to my father, who had a strange look on his face as if he were hiding several secrets.


    "Do not worry, he is fine now," my father replied.


    "No, I am taking Clementine and leaving right—"


    Before I could finish, my mother raised her hand to stop me.


    "Imand you to go and sleep."


    The way she said it made my body freeze. I could no longer move.


    I watched my mother with teary eyes as my body started to shut down.


    I dropped to my knees because I was fighting hard this time.


    "Come on. The more you fight, the more you will be in pain. So help yourself and stop trying to fight back," my father said, his hands tied behind his back as he watched his son’s pain with a cruel expression.


    As I remained on my knees, I began to pass out. It was a rxer.


    I wanted to stay there. I wanted to make sure I stopped them from killing yet another innocent person and dragging me along with them.


    "Do not try so hard, Yorick. It is not like her brother is alive. He is already dead. And yours is getting better because one of the sacrifices worked," my mother said.


    "It is not like he got to live and we wasted our medicine on himst time. So what if his death is put to some use this time?"


    I heard my mother’s voice as my father called for the warriors toe and take me to my bedroom.


    Before I knew it, I was being dragged away.