Mates 145

Chapter 145

KAIDEN STIRLING

“Why you didn’t tell me about Harper’s condition?” I asked, turning towards her. I was managing to keep my anger at bay, but Kai was failing miserably and it was affecting me. All the color drained from her face and neck; my heart shattered.

It was true… Not that I had doubted the doctor. I just… I couldn’t really accept that she had actua***d backward and took in a shaky breath, reaching out her hand for me. “Kaiden, it’s not what you think,” she said, walking around the table and heading for me. I held my hand out to stop her. I could not guarantee that I would be able to stop myself from hurting her the way she had hurt me.

And that was a lot.

“You didn’t tell me about Harper’s condition and you didn’t think of how it would affect her when you didn’t give her her drugs,” I said through gritted teeth, resisting tears that threatened to fill my eyes at the thought of the fact that my daughter was in a critical condition in the hospital.

“What are you talking about?” She asked, her voice shaky. “Don’t f**g ask me that,” I spat viciously.

“You know what the f**k I’m talking about.”

“No no, she has been taking her medication. I made sure the maids took care of it,” she said, starting to get hysterical as she

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took short paces to the right and then to the left.

I could not believe her. The maids? She had the maids take care of something so important?

“Can you hear yourself?” I asked with disbelief, watching her. The more I looked at her, the more disgusted I got. How in the hell had I married this woman? how did I had anything to do with her?

What had I liked about her? If I had not been a s**d f**k and brought this woman. o my life, Harper would not be lying in the hospital, suffering like she most definitely was.

“You had the maids take care of something so important?” I fumed, taking such big steps that swallowed the steps between us within seconds. I grabbed her arm. “Why didn’t you tell me she was sick in the first place? If you knew you were not going to take care of her, why didn’t you tell me?!” I yelled at her.

She s**d her arm from me and took several steps back, massaging the spot I had been holding as she watched me and cried. “You were mad at me!” She sobbed. I blinked and stared at her, wanting to be sure I had heard her right. “What?” I questioned, glaring at her.

“Yeah, you were always mad at me! You didn’t love me anymore. I never got the chance to tell you when you were in a good mood because you were never in a good mood,” she choked on her words and cried harder.

“That’s your excuse?” I asked, staring at her with disgust and new-found, authentic hatred. I could not believe this s**d woman. “That’s your excuse for not telling me something so important? Are you… Are you f***g dumb? ‘I didn’t love you anymore’; that’s why you didn’t tell me?” I fumed.

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“Our daughter is lying sick in the hospital because of your

negligence and your priorities are destroying your sister’s life with this s**d f**g Council?” I yelled at her. On hearing my words, she paused her s***bs and looked at me slowly. “Wh-” she swallowed.

“What did you say?” She asked, looking like she was about to freak out.

“Did I stutter?” I glared at her, pressing my lips together. She started to take rapid and sharp broths as the realization of what I was saying dawned on het. o…no, no, no!” She screamed, running for the door. I grabbed her arm midway, breaking her run. “You’re not going anywhere near my daughter,” I said through gritted teeth and she looked at me with anger in her eyes.

“She’s my daughter too!” She said.

I scoffed. “You abandoned her with the maids. I don’t think that’s how a good mom behaves,” I said in response and she gasped like I had physically hit her. She started to cry again, struggling to pull her hands out of my grip. “Where is Francisco?” I asked her.

She paused her struggles and looked at me with incredulous eyes. “Our daughter is dying and you’re worried about that b**d?” She said under her breath. I aggressively pulled her close to me.

“That ‘b**d’ you speak of is my son. You better stop calling him that, or you’ll have me to answer for it,” I said, and her eyes went from angry to shocked and then to hurt.

Like I gave a f**k.

“Where is he?” I asked again and her shoulders dropped as she spoke. “I had him locked in Harper’s playroom at Pack House.

It’s guarded, and the guards won’t let anyone in unless they hear

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from me,” she said, with resignation, shaking her head. “We’ll see about that,” I said and let go of her hand, walking away from her.

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number. “Make sure Safiya Whitlock is not allowed anywhere near the infirmary,” I instructed the Chief of the pack ard forces immediately he answered my call.

“The Luna?” He asked, and I had no choice but to say, “Yes.”

That was only because I had not made my rejection of her official. I was done with her. The next person I planned to call was á lawyer.

“You got it, Alpha,” he said and the line went dead.

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