Chapter 73


    Alpha Grant


    I remember the day my mother died. I was young. My father told me to wait in my bedroom while she


    was taken from the bathtub. Noises came through the door as my father led two men into their


    bedroom, into the bathroom where her dead body was. They carried her out—I heard theme down


    the hall—and an hourter one of the house workers came to get me for dinner like nothing had


    happened.


    I told the woman, Theresa, to wait for me downstairs because I wanted to change my clothes. When


    she was gone I went into my parent''s bathroom and stared into the tub as if it was a gateway to hell.


    The water was marbled with her blood and slowly turned to a pool of unearthly ruby. I stepped in and


    sat down in the mixture of my mother and the bathwater until Theresa found me and pulled me out. I


    remember the water was warm and reeked of iron.


    Yearster my father told me that Mates make you weak. He told me that he''d made the mistake of


    letting my mother in, but once he did, he had set himself up for ruin. He told me that Mates die, and


    once they do, you die with them.


    My father told me to never have a Mate. He told me this until he died a year after I took over the pack.


    Once she brought the knife to her neck, I knew she was like my mother, I knew she would ruin me. She


    is just like her. My mother was emotional, dramatic, beautiful, depressed, loving, defensive and testing


    when needed. My father gave in, that was his mistake.


    She tested me today—she is always testing me—and I almost lost it.


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    I could give in like my father. I could love her, I could really love her. But it is toote. If I let her in now,


    the past would repeat itself. My father treated my mother like I am treating her, in the beginning. Then


    he gave in, but she was still broken from the time before, she was mentally tainted from the distancing


    and reject. In the end, she died because of what happened before my father let her in.


    I have tainted her. It is toote. She will always be broken if I keep her. If I let her in now, I will lose her.


    I need to set her free, she needs to heal, but something inside of me can''t. I can''t let her go. I am


    selfish.