Zarah’s pov
I closed the door just enough to give us so privacy as I let her in.
My heart is still pounding in my chest. Rhoda was standing there, her eyes fixed on mine, and I was left grasping for so shred of countenance. I didn’t know what to make of everything she’d said — about Damon being sick, about him needing . It was too important to , too important to deal with now.
I glanced back at the hallway.
Aiden’s laughter had stopped, and for a mont, the silence was blaring.
" Keep your voice down, " I muttered, my voice slightly above a whisper. I wasn’t sure if it was fear or frustration boiling inside . " I don’t want Aiden to hear about this. "
Rhoda nodded, her face softening as if she realized just how fragile the situation was. " I’m sorry, " she said again, her voice strained.
But part of — a small part — still thought about Damon. What could have made him sick?
And what if Rhoda was telling the truth?
But I didn’t have ti to ask myself those questions. The voice that ca from behind , soft yet clear, made my blood run cold.
" Mama, who’s Alpha? " Aiden’s voice floated from the hallway.
I froze.
No. No, no, no.
I turned, my stomach sinking as I saw Aiden standing there in the doorway, his little face filled with confusion. His eyes, so much like Damon’s, were wide as he looked between Rhoda and .
" Aiden " My voice faltered. I took a step toward him, but he was also looking up at , expecting an answer.
His small brow furrowed, easily puzzled by the pressure in the air. " Who’s Alpha Damon, Mama? " he asked again, his tone innocent, but the weight of his words hit like a freight train.
I swallowed hard, my mind racing. My heart beat wildly as I stood there, my throat dry. What should I say? What should I do? How do I explain who Damon was to Aiden, knowing the truth of it all? Knowing the ss I had tried so hard to cover him from?
I squatted down to Aiden’s position, trying to get my breath, my hand resting gently on his shoulder.
" Sweetheart, it’s nothing to worry about, " I said as gently as I could, my voice thick with emotion. " It’s just a na, okay? You don’t need to know about it. "
But Aiden wasn’t buying it.
He stared at , his eyes wide and full of curiosity, but I could see the confusion fluttering there.
" No, Mama, " he said, his small voice establishnt. " You and Grandma Rhoda are talking about him like he’s important. Who’s he? "
Rhoda shifted uncomfortably behind , her eyes avoiding both Aiden and mine. She didn’t say anything. She doesn’t know what to say.
He didn’t need to know that his father was a part of a world I’d left before. A part of a history I was trying to cover him from.
" Aiden, " I started, forcing my voice to stay steady, " Alpha Damon. He’s soone from my past. Soone I knew before you were born. " I said, trying to find the right words, but there was no easy way to say this. " He’s not really part of our life now. "
Aiden blinked, his head tipping slightly as he my words. " But you were talking about him like he’s important. Like he needs you. "
Rhoda cleared her throat, stepping forward just a little, her voice soft. " It’s true, Aiden,"
" No! " I snapped before I could stop myself, then softened my tone. " No. You don’t need to know about him. He’s not soone you should worry about. "
Aiden looked between and Rhoda, not understanding why we were acting so strange.
His little brow furrowed again, and I could see him tying the pieces of information that didn’t fit together.
But he didn’t ask further questions, rather he nodded sluggishly, his eyes shifting toward the ground. " Okay, Mama. "
I had slightly managed to get through that without saying too much. But I knew this wouldn’t be the last ti he’d ask.
I sighed.
" Can we still go to the park? " Aiden asked, breaking the silence, his voice hopeful.
I forced a smile, trying to push past the heaviness of the discussion I didn’t want to have.
" Of course, baby."
I turned to Rhoda, my eyes hardening.
I wondered why she did that and it was now clear to that she did this on purpose to get angry.
Even though she felt it was right for my son to know about my father it shouldn’t be this way.
Elliot was a child for crying out loud and I didn’t want him to feel too bad about everything when he started asking questions about his father.
Questions I wasn’t too sure I could answer or ready to answer.
I sighed.
I stared at her and I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know what to say. I was just too angry to think clearly and everything felt so overwhelming.
" I don’t know what you want from , but I’ll think about what you said. You need to leave now. " I said and hoped she had understood that all this only made angry and her sudden visitation had almost shattered the peace I had with my son.
She stared at for a while hoping she understood but she was so shocked.
Shocked, maybe she thought I had agreed quickly like a fool. But news flash I wasn’t a fool.
"Zarah you just have to listen to what I’m saying." She began. " You can’t pretend that this isn’t important at all."
I threw my hands up in the air feeling tired already.
"Can you just stop? I’m so sick and tired of everything that is happening." I yelled and didn’t realize that I had done that.
The silence that followed was blaring.
But everything had changed.
And I wasn’t sure how to hold it all together.
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