Yeon’s POV
Yujun’s head on my lap feels holy, like he’s seeking the comfort of a mother, not a head oga or a luna, but a mother.
I didn’t want to break the heart of the precious oga, but he needs to wake up, life is more cruel than he is willing to accept.
He has more than just himself and the battle with the demons in his head to worry about, any mistake he makes now can cost him the innocent pup he just had.
He shudders with his tears, and I run my hand through his silky hair as I rember my past, the way I had no one but to fight with.
The mory doesn’t have any power over , but I still rember it all, the large alpha sweating over , his rotten breath stealing my own breath as he shoves himself into , the tight shiny new toy.
I rember pulling out the keys hanging on his belt and jamming it into his neck, ending his life, saving mine for the first ti.
I can still hear his scream as his life leaves him, I can still feel the way his blood flowed over my face, so of it entering my mouth as I cry in rage and pain.
That was the first ti I would kill a man to free myself from their cage.
Jisung’s anguished voice can never be deleted from my mory when he found after two hours, he saw under the body of a dead man, and he dragged out to take care of .
I blacked out for two weeks and that mistake gave them the chance to do it again to ...I regret not being ntally prepared, it led to another child loss.
"Mom" Yujun calls in a small voice, his deep voice sounds rough and I look down at him, brushing his hair out of his face, the young man looks so pitiful siting at my feet...does he know how much I love him?
This is the boy who has won over my son in many silent competitions, the boy who was an oga all along but defeated alphas effortlessly, now he so weak and helpless here...this is the effect abuse has on a person and I hate it.
"I’m sorry my pup" I say to him and he shakes his head, he’s not mad at .
"I can’t have you hurting yourself over nothing" I add gently and he nods, tears streaming down his cheeks, he looks just as broken as I felt back then.
Yujun’s sniffles break my heart, but this is reality and reality hurts.
"I don’t like being imprisoned" he said, eyes still wet and bright, my oga whines and wants us to comfort the oga, but we need to sort this first.
Healing this without treating the wound will lead to a scar that will be ugly for years to co, this child needs to see and know, needs to break free...by himself.
"You’re not stupid, my child, you are strong and self-sacrificial" I say and he keeps staring up at .
"I know you don’t like trapped; I don’t you don’t...but abuse has a way of keeping you trapped" I say and his bottom lip trembles.
I wipe away the tears that slip down his cheek.
I hate seeing him this way, his hair rough, nose pink and eyes red from crying so much; "if you don’t face it now, your abuse will steal you away from the freedom you gave yourself" I say.
Many ogas my son and I have saved in the past all had similar issues, they have gotten so used to being abused that they no longer know how to live outside of it, so they are free but still bound.
"You defeated your enemy, you won, you saved your future and not many ogas got to have that chance" I slow down my words, watching him catch up slowly.
"You should be proud of yourself baby" I say and he nods, pressing his face into my lap.
My hand imdiately finds his hair, and I stroke the white locks, soothing him with my scent, giving him my attention till his body stops shaking with the sobs.
"I’m trying to make it go away...but it’s not working, mom" Yujun confesses, his tears soaking through my pants and I sigh softly, still patting his head.
"It’s not magic, don’t fake it, don’t rush it...you still have so much to jump over" I say and he sniffles again, "it’s okay, I’m here and you’re loved" I say and he stays still.
Soon he finds strength to return to his room, and I leave for mine with teary eyes.
"Is my husband in?" I ask the guard at the door of my room, and he bows as he says yes, then I go into the room.
My husband is hunched over his desk with a pen and paper, he looks like he is working out pack duties, and I go to him.
I rest my hands on his broad back before kissing the back of his neck, needing comfort too, being the one to shake Yujun to reality is tough.
"My love" he says tiredly, "why are you working?" I ask and he pushes the paper away to look at , "you didn’t co ho or sleep, you know the state of your health" I scold, skirting around the topic we both don’t want to address.
’I’m dying’
My husband turns his head to brush his lips against mine and then hums.
"Choi Sanwoo has to be dealt with" he says in his deep voice, and I frown at the ntion of that beast of a man, Yujun’s father and destroyer.
"Is he doing anything again?" I ask and my husband lets out a loud sigh.
"Not yet, but he will" my lord says and I pause, waiting for him to continue, to explain what he ans by that.
"Yujun fought him in public, and knowing Sanwoo, he will want to cover up his embarrassnt..." my husband says slowly, the way he talks when he’s drained.
"aning?" I ask.
"He will attack, he will co for his son, he will forget that is son is no longer the boy he broke but that Yujun is now a clan leader"
I see.
"But first, we need to make sure Yujun can face it" my lord says and I straighten my back.
"He can, I know he can" I say trusting that Yujun will be strong enough to allow justice take place.
I will trust him.
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