Chapter 102 Valen POV Dadâs place was like a shrine of my childhood; even today, he still had my artwork framed on his walls, photos hung on the walls, and on all the furniture. Growing up, his entire life revolved around raising me, and his house showed that clearly.
Despite having done some horrid things in the past; he loved me, and that much showed.
One thing I loved, though, was seeing that some of Valarianâs artwork and school stuff was also displayed like treasured possessions alongside mine. It was embarrassing that he kept some of this crap, yet I knew it meant something to him despite how crappy my art skills were. Dad cooked dinner for us and we watched movies, trying to keep the TV off after the media displayed everything from the challenge. Valarian didnât need to see that or become involved in adults issues, so after the fourth headline, dad put a movie on. Later that night, Valarian wouldnât sleep without talking to his mother, so I let him call her. Still, he was restless, tossing and turning on the couch as I rested my head. My father had muted the TV, and we were watching it with captions.
âEverly alright?â He asks, and I nod.
âI have Tatum staying with her. He is outside the door,â I tell him, and he nods. 1 Our argument was broadcasted across every TV station. Luckily, no one knew what it was about, and John and Claire were tightâlipped and said no comment when interviewed. John even slapped one of the reporters for coming too near.
It was all on display, and assumptions were made, so it would only be a matter of time before they figured it out.
Dad had been quiet most of the night and let me be, though I could tell he was itching to say something. Turning my head, I looked over at him to find him watching Valarian, whose head was in my lap. âJust say it. I can see it is eating you up, so out with it,â I tell him. Dad sighs and I turn my attention to him.
âDonât make my mistakes,â he says, and I roll my eyes.
âIâm not abandoning her as you did, mum,â I tell him, and he takes a deep breath. He shakes his head.
âYour mother was a spitfire. When my father met her, he told her she would never be good enough for an Alpha. That her status was as low as a dog,â he says before laughing and shaking his head.
âYou find that funny?â I ask him, shocked he would laugh over that.
âNo, Valen. I donât. I always regretted not standing up to him, but what she did next is what made me laugh,â he chuckles.
âWhat did she do?â
âShe slapped him and said, no, your son isnât good enough for me, and the only fleabag was the twat standing in front of her.â he say then laughs.
âBet grandpa didnât take that well,â I tell him, remembering the old prick. He was nasty right up until he died. Dad looked after him in his old age. He only lasted a year after my grandmother died. âNo, of course not. Yet I kept sneaking off to see her, and she did whatever she could to make sure he found out about it,â dad chuckled.
âShe was right, though. I wasnât good enough for her. Your mother was tougher than I was. It wasnât about titles with her. She didnât care I was Alpha, she didnât care who my father was, and she sure as shit didnât care that she pissed him off. She and her pack of rogues turned up to every council meeting, causing havoc. Yet no matter what she did, she never admitted to anyone that I was her mate.â he tells me. âWhat do you mean?â I asked.
âShe knew it would cost my reputation, and she didnât want to ruin it. Once my father stood down and handed the title over, she hoped I would help her, back her, and claim her.â âWhy didnât you?â
âBecause I was an idiot. I was scared of my father. Scared he would do something to her or her parents, and he did; I knew if I claimed her, he would kill her like he did her parents,â Dad says, looking down at his hands. 1 âDid she know it was him?â I asked him.
âI think she suspected it was. I never told her, but I donât think I had to, so when my father found out, she was pregnant. He asked her to get rid of you. He wanted me to marry Stacey Langford, his Betaâs daughter.â Dad swallows and clears his throat.
âWhen you were born, she had you at that hotel. She didnât even tell me. I snuck over to see her and found you. Dad had me on a tight leash, even froze all my trust funds, and I hadnât seen her in months. I assumed she got rid of you, but there you were in your crib.â âI couldnât bear to leave and hid there for a few days. Dad came looking for me, of course. I always regretted that, wished I never went there because he wanted to kill you and her when he found us. He said no rogue would marry his son and taint his reputation. I convinced him to let me take you and say she died,â he said, and I never saw him cry, but reliving whatever memory he was stuck in, I could tell that destroyed him. âWhen you took Valarian today, Everly had that same look on her face, sheer panic. I get youâre upset, but never keep your son from her. Nothing killed me more than prying you from her arms and seeing that look on her face, hearing her beg for you back.â He shakes his head and wipes his face on the sleeve of his shirt. 1 âBut dad would have made good on his threat. I knew that, and so did she. So she handed you over. She stopped fighting to protect you. I should have protected you both, and I failed her, and after that, she wouldnât forgive me. She even asked me to kill her and put her out of her misery,â he whispers the last part. âI snuck you to her, but when you started asking for her, I knew I had to stop, and even she said it was too risky. If the media found out, she would be destroyed by my father, and so would I.â
âIâm not taking Valarian from Everly, dad. I would never do that!â I tell him.
âI know, youâre better than me, youâre a better man, I know that, and I know you wonât give your mate up or your kids,â. âThen why tell me this?â
âBecause youâre angry because she didnât tell you, but what would you have done if you knew? â He asked me.
âNot let her enter the challenge for one,â I tell him and he nods. âExactly. She should have told you, but I get why she didnât. She reminds me of your mother.â âHow so?â
âThe fire in her, her will to fight for whatâs right, no matter the sacrifice to herself, she would sacrifice herself for her people, and that is what a good Luna does, that is what your mother did for you and me and all the rogues when she rallied for them. I burned that fire out of your mother because I wouldnât stand beside her and fight for her. Donât make that mistake, donât extinguish the flames that make her brilliant.â He says, leaning forward, he smooves Valarianâs hair with his hand.
âShe didnât raise him on her own because she wanted to. She did it because she had to. The rogues to Everly is all she had, and yet you expected her to give them up and tell you? Knowing she would be forced to stand down, I know you, son. You wouldnât have let her enter, and Everly knew that too,â
âYes, because she is pregnant!â I growled. âAnd so is every other rogue that is relying on her to change those laws. If the Blood Alphaâs mate canât change them, what hope do they have of it ever changing? It wasnât about telling you or about her being reckless. It was about saving those who have no voice, all those other bies that will have it hard in winter while their mothers are scraping pennies for formula.â He retorted. I sighed and scratched the back of my neck. This was so fucked up!
âEverly sees the bigger picture, just like your mother did. She sees society for what it is and doesnât sugarcoat it. She knew the risks, but she did it anyway because one, she knew you wouldnât let her get hurt, and two, because even if she lost, she still fought, and it would still cause change. People would remember the Blood Alphaâs mate taking on her own father for the rogues, fighting for change, and change only happens when people start questioning their beliefs,â
âSo you want me to forgive her just like that?â I asked in disbelief.
âNo, son. I want you to stand beside her and fight for her like I wished I fought for your mother.â He says while leaning back. âYou know I will. As I said before, I am not leaving her or taking Valarian from her,â I tell him, looking down at my son.
âThen why are you here and not with her like youâre supposed to be?â He asks, and my brows furrow.
âItâs okay to be angry, but donât walk away like a coward. She will test you, but donât you think you tested her enough? Five years is a long time to be on your own raising a kid and building an empire, yet she forgave you,â he says with a shrug. I sighed, yet I wasnât sure I could face her, and I was still angry no matter her reasoning âI am not saying you donât have to be angry, Valen. Iâm just saying to be there. Everly has been on her own for so long and is used to doing everything independently. It would be hard for her to rely on anyone other than herself. You donât have to forgive her, but go home. At least let her know youâre still there, and despite being angry, you love her and are still fighting alongside her.â