Unscented Novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Chapter 41

I led Wesley to his bedroom half asleep, his eyes barely open as he plopped down onto the bed. I smiled as I tugged off his shirt and pants before watching him nuzzle into the bed sheets. He inhaled them unconsciously, sending both my wolf and I swooning.

God he was beautiful. Sandy hair and blue eyes that drove

wild. He wasn’t rippling with muscles, but was toned enough to be sleek and utterly beautiful. He had a single dimple in his right cheek that unless you saw him really laughing you wouldn’t notice, big bushy eyebrows and thick hair on top of his head. I forced myself away from him and trudged downstairs, dreading the impending doom I knew was about to et . I saw the back of his body before I saw his face, but when he turned it just reminded

just how much I looked like him. We had the sa eyes, that was so damn obvious I’m surprised he didn’t put it together earlier. We had the sa cheekbones and wavy ssy hair, although I got the color and my nose from my mom. His lips were a bit thinner than mine, but I had gotten my straight teeth from him as well.

"Uh, hello. Emilia, is it?" I nodded curtly, eyeing him warily. He reached out to shake my hand but I just shuffled away from him, Andrew watching from the corner along with Jas and Philip. Hurt flashed across his face before he quickly his it, sitting back down on the couch. I slowly walked to the other side and sat on the love seat across from him, my hands wringing together. I eyed the walls, untouched and barren and practically begging for

to paint them. ntal reminder to get so paint brushes and paint later. "Why’re you here?" I spoke softly, my eyes not eting his. "Why didn’t you tell

when you first t ?" I looked up to et his stupid greens eyes that I loathed, and found myself wishing that I had brown eyes for what seems like the millionth ti. "You don’t understand, growing up, my mother hated you. She hated you so much and hated

even more because I looked so much like you." My lips trembled slightly as I squeezed my eyes before taking a deep breathe and opening my eyes again. "What’d you an hated you?" My wolf whined inside my head, crying out for comfort from the one person that needed to sleep the most. "My mother wasn’t the kindest woman, every ti she saw my eyes she would get angrier and angrier, and she, she took it out on ." His eyes widened, his body tensing before he stood up and began pacing right before . He finally stilled after what seems like five minutes and faced , his faces a storm of emotions. Guilt. Confusion. Anger. Sadness. "Did she, did she abuse you?" I looked to Andrew, who nodded for . In seconds Everette wrapped his arms around

in a hug, causing my heart to pound and my breathing to quicken. I hated hugs from everyone except Wesley, it seed like their arms were constricting and were going to kill . I tried pushing him off of

but my attempts were futile, tears began pouring down my face. "Please get off of ." I whispered, but he kept his clutch on . "She said get off!" A roar interrupted the silence of the room, Everette being thrown off of

and into the wall. His sll enveloped

and instantly made

relax, my lungs filling up as I tried to calm down. "Sh, I’m here now, it’s okay." I practically lted in his arms, cursing myself again for being so weak. "Emilia, I’m so sorry." I heard his words, but they were muffled by Wesleys body around . I pulled away slightly and looked at my father dead on, my eyes bloodshot. "Do you know how many tis I prayed for you to co and save ? You knew she was pregnant! You left her anyway because you t your mate and you knew she was pregnant!" He shut his eyes, shaking his head slightly. "I’m sorry, my mate didn’t want anything to do with you because I had sex before her. I couldn’t take you with us, and when Andrew ca only weeks after you were born, I had to forget." "You’re a bastard." Andrew spoke up, coming and standing in front of

and Wesley. "Seriously, mom was fucking insane! You knew that mom was an awful person and yet you still loved her." I rember Andrew telling

about his mother, how she wasn’t all sunshine and strawberries. She had been an alcoholic, just like mine, and slept around, especially towards the end. She died when he was fifteen, and Andrew didn’t even go to the funeral. He stopped loving her a long ti ago apparently.