Aila leaned closer to the diary at the ntion of Alia Cross.
Davian's diary:
My mother is, as I suspected, a woman with a black heart. There was a ti where I loved my mother, but slowly, I ca to realise her kind smile never reached her icy stare, her hugs were cold, and the sweet words any mother tells their child were empty and full of lies. Love turned into loathing and resentnt.
On many occasions, I have wondered if my father, too, is of a darker nature, for how could his mate be soone like her? What fate did the Moon Goddess see to reunite such souls? My father is a good man. Did the Goddess predict he would alleviate my mother's wickedness? Alas, I am the offspring of such a couple. Though my wolf has co through, I have not seen any such powers from my vampiric nature.
This is why mother is intent on using
as her test subject. It is better
than Milo, though I doubt she would put her precious youngest son in harm's way. Though he looks like a younger version of , both of us resembling mother more than father. I hate it..
Aila paused on that sentence, recognising Milo's na and rembering the portraits of her ancestors she found in the mansion. They were of all the Alpha King's and Queens of the Cross family, and it was then she realised Davian was not the one to succeed the throne after Matthias. So, his younger brother did? And what she rembered of Milo was that he, too, had white hair and blue eyes. Had she read it wrong that the gene was only passed down to one sibling?
"No, I rember you reading it," Malia added after pondering on the sa thing as Aila. "But Davian and Milo are the first of the Cross line with both werewolf and vampire blood. So, it is possible that they both took on the gene?"
It was possible. But was there more to it than the simplicity of keeping one person on the throne with white hair and blue eyes? "If I had a sibling.. One without this unique appearance. Would they be as powerful as ?" She murmured aloud, startling the black cat still curled up on her lap.
"Only one can inherit the white wolf. So, if we did have a brother or sister, they would be weaker because we are the white wolf," Malia humd in the back of her mind.
That was true, so it must be the sa for the brothers unless sothing happened to Davian.
"Stop thinking and read it! It's obvious sothing happened to him! Otherwise, he would have beco the Alpha King!" Malia exclaid her annoyance, and Aila rolled her eyes and looked back down towards the diary.
…
This is why mother is intent on using
as her test subject. It is better
than Milo, though I doubt she would put her precious youngest son in harm's way. Though he looks like a younger version of , both of us resembling mother more than father. I hate it.
I cannot avoid it anymore, lest I run away. Yet, my pride would not allow . When I take over this pack, then I will cast aside my mother. I can only hope that Milo has matured and understood our mother's ways by then.
But would he?
The only monts I see a flicker of humanity behind those cold eyes are for him. I do not envy him, for my eyes are open to the ugliness that is she. If Milo knew of what she is capable of, he would think it a sick joke, an illusion. But I now know. And I will try to protect him as best I can.
But for now, I must be prepared for tomorrow. Tomorrow I et an acquaintance of my mothers. A vampire who goes by the na of Cassius. Mother has said his blood is much purer than hers. I do not fully understand, but I hope that the experint fails, for surely I would beco nothing but a monster?
…
Aila's finger brushed over Cassius' na in the diary, her thoughts lingering on him for a mont. Her eyes flickered to the cloudy sky outside, and she wondered what the vampire was doing. Her brows drew together at her own thoughts, but she could not help it. The vampire did co into her life; even if he was disguised as Gabriel, he still left quite the impression on her. And now his na appeared in Davian's diary marking the turning point from when Davian the fourteen-year-old werewolf becos a hybrid.
She flipped the page over and took note of the date and how his writing style had beco ssy. It was as though he was in a rush to write what was on his mind before the ink whipped off the page with a tear. Davian did not write in the diary for a month, then the intervals beca longer in between, unlike when his daily ritual of note-taking.
..
Cassius.
That na will forever be engrained in my mind.
My master.
I hate him. But I hate my mother more for making
this way.
..
I blacked out again. The desire for blood overrules everything in my being. Even my wolf cannot control . He is scared for . And so, he should be.
…
My wolf called to
today in my frenzied state. I was sickened at what I was doing. My fangs were in a woman's neck, and she seed to enjoy it as I felt the life drain out of her. But the power surging through
was like nothing I had ever felt before. Is this the blood? Or ?
My surroundings were coated in blood. Bodies lay at my feet.
How am I still alive?
…
Aila kept flipping through the pages; it kept speaking of the blood and power rushing through him like a drug. Davian couldn't control himself, and he had no master to help him. Davian had to figure everything out by himself. There were countless horrors written in the diary to which he woke up whenever his wolf could get through to him. Aila shivered in response to what she read and now knew the consequences of taking Gabriel's blood. She would not do it.
Her hand halted on turning the page. The writing was neater once more, and it seed Davian was much calr than before. It read:
I returned to the estate. My mind is clearer than it has been in years. At my sudden appearance, the guards were in disarray, but I quickly went past them to see my family. I ran away after I unknowingly attacked ten of my pack mbers. I should be a rogue, cast aside and banished from the pack. Yet, when my father saw , there was no anger but sadness and pain behind his eyes. He hugged
and cried, asking
where I had been.
My father and now Milo knew what Alia did to . Milo, though a little wary of , seed to despise her. I believe he still loves her, but then her wickedness was never directed at him, so for that, I cannot fault him. It seems Alia left after I did. Not in search for
but to another man. A shapeshifter.
I can feel the sorrow surrounding my father and his temper causing him to act out rashly. His mate had left him for another man; it was sickening. Though I have not found my mate, I hope I never would. I am a cursed man swimming in the blood I so much desire. No, the power that I so much desire.
If I wanted to, I could rule over everything. But I know this is Alia's true intention, and so I will not fulfil such a wish. Even though I crave power, I will satiate that need from drinking blood. I can live without it, I know that now, but the blood makes
stronger and helps with the itch to beco sothing much more powerful.
I was a child forced into becoming a monster. But I will not fall to monstrous tendencies anymore. I will pass the throne onto Milo and take my leave. There is no place for
anymore.
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