Blood Legacy Chapter 85: 83. What's there to talk about?

"God, I still feel so fucking embarrassed about yesterday," I said with a small whine, my mind still drifting back to that awkward moment during yesterday's dinner when David's dad basically called us out for having way too loud sex.

"Why didn't you tell me that they could hear us so easily?" I turned my head to look up at Nathan as we walked down a spacious and brightly-illuminated hallway, decorated with rows upon rows of freshly-cut flowers. I currently had no idea where he was taking me and honestly, I didn't even care as long as it had food and a nice cup of coffee. I'd woken up so hungry and tired after having sex with him again multiple times throughout the night. *He'd seemed to quickly develop an appetite for it ever since we'd arrived here*. And I didn't mind either. I was kinda enjoying it. Way too much, actually.

"Well, I did try to muffle your cries but you wouldn't let me," he said with a small shrug, letting out an amused chuckle.

Feeling my cheeks burn a little at the sound of that, I pouted and ripped my hand free from his hold, giving his body a mild push and making him laugh again.

"Don't worry, it's not that big of a deal, actually. These things happen amongst us wolves way more often than you'd think," he said as he stopped and wrapped his arms around me, keeping me trapped in his hold.

"I mean, it's not exactly easy to hide away from each other with all these heightened senses," he casually explained with another shrug, offering me a panty-dropping smile as he peered down at me.

"God, that must be so awkward," I grimaced as I tried to imagine them having to constantly smell and hear each other's... *eugh.*

"Mm, nope. Not really. Not if you're born in our world. You get used to it pretty quick," he stated matter-of-factly, mildly nodding with approval at his own sentence.

"They why did David's dad attack us like that last night?" I moaned in complaint. That was actually mean and it made me feel so uncomfortable! Hell, I was sitting across my own father and all those other parents! *Gaah!* I groaned with aggravation.

"Well, I do love him very much but even though he's a formidable Beta and tough as nails when it comes to fighting, he's basically an idiot, just like dad said. He's a damn teenager in the body of a fully grown male," he lightly shook his head, blowing out a quiet sigh.

"He was just messing with us. He does have the bad habit of doing stupid shit like that for his own amusement,"

"Well, it was still mean and I really didn't like it," I pouted up at him, watching him mimic an overly-dramatic frown.

"Very well. I will fight him for your honour then. Can't promise that I'll get out of it without a few broken ribs but I will try. He is a tough motherfucker but I do have Alpha blood. And I would do anything for my princess," he grinned by the end of that solemn promise, making me giggle as he leaned over and placed a small kiss over the tip of my nose.

We both suddenly broke apart at the sound of someone clearing out their throat from behind Nathan's back, noticing my father standing there, hands shoved in his dress pant pockets.

"Good morning," he curtly said, not exactly thrilled about having us caught in that previous position, judging by his current expression as he kept awkwardly glancing between us.

"Top of the morning to you too," Nathan answered, his lips setting into a thin line as he looked back at him in a rather bored way.

"Can I please have a moment with my daughter now?" My father asked him in a scolding way, giving him an annoyed look.

Wow. They really didn't like each other that much, for some unknown reason.

"Of course," Nathan blew out a sigh and shrugged once, giving him a once-over before he turned to press a kiss on the side of my head.

"I'll be right down the hallway behind those doors waiting for you," he said to me with a smile, pointing to a set of large double doors at the very end of that hallway.

"Okay," I quickly nodded and he offered me another smile, placing another quick kiss on my head before leaving.

My father stared after him with a vexed look, his expression softening as he turned back around to look at me.

"We haven't gotten the chance to talk yet," he casually said with a mild smile, mood however already dampened as I felt even hungrier now, and thus bound to become much more impatient. I wanted to run after Nate and make him give me some coffee and food! Not to mention that I was still kinda mad at him for forcing me to keep silent about our first encounter, resulting in this painful rift between my sister and I.

"Well, I'm right here," I said with a sigh.

"I mean, it's not like we haven't been waiting for you in the same place for our whole lives. What's a little longer, right?" I shrugged, watching him softly wince.

I didn't mean to sound so harsh but I couldn't help it. Maybe I hadn't realized it before but even after all these years, I was still hurt by him leaving us.

"I know and I'm so sorry for that,"

"Are you though?"

I blew another sigh, lightly shaking my head to clear those furiously spinning thoughts.

"Well, I don't even care anymore anyway. And it's not me you should be apologizing to, actually," I stated, crossing my arms over my chest.

I watched him warmly smile, looking at me as if we was seeing me for the very first time, that proud, fatherly look in his eyes managing to soften me a little.

"What?" I blinked, a little unnerved too. I wasn't used to this.

"You've always been the tougher one. I could see it in you, ever since I firstly held you in my arms. It's no wonder that the Moon Goddess chose you to be the mate of an Alpha King," he said with a certain kind of reverence, looking at me as if I myself was that Moon Goddess they kept talking about.

"You're strong and fearless, even if you sometimes don't even realize it,"

I couldn't refrain myself from mildly blushing, uncomfortably squirming. I didn't like this. I didn't like that he was telling me all this, after so many years of his complete absence. I didn't like the way my chest warmed and how vulnerable his mere presence made me feel, as if I was a little girl all over again. It made me want to cry.

"This is what you wanted to talk to me about? Some empty compliments?" I harshly bit back, struggling to guard my very heart from him. I didn't like it. I didn't like what he was trying to do.

"Of course not," he mildly shook his head with a rather saddened and humourless chuckle.

"There are so many things I want to say to you, I wouldn't even know where to start. But I'm glad that you're finally here. Both of you. Because now I finally have all the time in the world to apologize to you and explain why I did what I did," he sincerely said, my lower lip however starting to tremble as I fought those damned tears. Those damned, stupid tears.

"And who says that we're gonna listen?" I didn't like the way my voice came out, weak and shaky.

Fuck. *Keep it together, Care*.

"Well, I'm gonna try until you do," he said with a warm smile.

"Because there's nothing more in this life that I want than to have you forgive me,"

Okay. Now I was pissed.

"What about mom?" I suddenly cried out, feeling so fucking angry at him.

He wanted us to forgive him? He fucking left us, all three of us for absolutely no freaking plausible reason and now he wanted me to forgive him? Just like that?

"What about her?" He asked back with a mild frown.

*Oh my god you did not just say that.*

"What about her broken heart, *her* sanity?" I screamed in his face.

All those nights when I heard her cry herself to sleep because of him, his absence.

"Damn, do you even have any idea what you've done to her? The pain you've caused?"

"Shit, we had to grow up next to a fucking hollow shell! She's never been there for us! She was always gone god-knows where, leaving us with nannies because she couldn't even stand the sight of us! She abandoned us, more times than I can count! Hell, she wasn't even home the other day when we left! We had to leave a note, a fucking note to tell her that we're going on a trip for the weekend! That has been our way of communicating for years now! Fucking post-its!

And you have the audacity to come and tell me now that you want our forgiveness?"

I tightly gripped at my hair, struggling to breathe now as I could feel the effects of a panic attack slowly creeping in.

"Fuck, I'm not even surprised that we turned out the way we are today! You turned us into this, this hot mess that we are, you and mom!" I angrily wiped away a stray tear and pointed an accusing finger at him, not giving a single shit about that stupid sad look on his face.

I was done. I was so fucking done.

"I'm sorry but you will not get it from me. You should try your luck with Andrea because I can't. I can't do this," I desperately shook my head, not even trying anymore to stop those tears that have started to fall.

"I'm not doing this," I muttered under my breath, my heart pounding inside my chest from all that distress and adrenaline.

*Shit. Shit shit shit!* I was going to faint. Holy fuck I was going to faint!

Letting out wheezing breaths, I pushed past him and started to run, going straight for those double wooden doors at the very end of that hallway.

I needed Nathan. I needed his touch and soothing presence.

I forced myself to run as fast as I could, barely noticing that I'd just passed my sister in my race against time, my head curiously turning to give her a quick look right before I finally reached those doors and pushed past them, finally barging inside.

I wheezed like a dying horse and aimlessly stared around me for a moment, thoroughly disorientated, noticing that everybody was now staring at me with sad and sympathetic looks on their faces. Jess, David, Estefany. Hell, even Zara and Brie were actually present.

But I didn't care. I couldn't even bring myself to care. Not when I was on the verge of losing my fucking consciousness.

And with a hazy vision and an already spinning head I crossed the room and walked up straight to Nathan, mentally sighing with relief as I let myself fall into his awaiting arms, letting darkness overcome me.