Falling in love with my Ex's Alpha Chapter 89

But he's much faster. He catches up to me and pulls me by the arm before I hide behind the sacred black tree.

"Why do you always put me down like that? Why do you always treat me like this?" I ask him, tears threatening to fall.

I push him, and he doesn't even move, but he looks away and stays silent. I try to calm down, take a deep breath, and try to get out of there, but he starts talking, and I stop to listen, "I don't know where to start. I don't know how to make you understand! I don't know how to make you understand *me*!" he yells.

"Then help me understand you! I can't go on like this, Kaiden. I'm tired!" I yell back at him. Ugh, I hate screaming.

He looks around as if making sure no one is listening before speaking, "My family... your family... My family was very different from yours."

"Every family is different," I voice with a shrug.

"No, you don't understand! If my father were alive, he would kill me for accepting our mate bond! For him, all humans should be annihilated because they are weak. He thought that humans were a kind of plague on humanity. He would have killed you before you even asked for mercy!" he screams. "And even if you asked for his mercy, he would have gladly taken your life!"

I wide my eyes. I didn't expect this revelation from him. But I don't say anything and wait for him to calm down before he continues. "My mother blamed me for my father's death, and I wasn't even in the pack when it happened." He states, looking away and turning away, "I feel like a failure in their eyes... All I wanted was to honor them, however..." he takes a deep breath, and I look at his back, waiting for him to continue, "I feel like a failure for not being able to resist our mate bond. They wouldn't have told me to reject you. They would have told me to kill you in the worst way possible, with my bare hands!" He shouts, and I get scared listening to him, feeling the terror of his words. "Do you have any idea what it's like to live with parents like that? Do you have any idea what it's like to have parents who always tell you that you're weak and not good enough even though you try harder than you can handle?" He shouts louder, "of course you not! Your parents support you in a way that goes beyond my ability to understand." He speaks as if it were more for him than for me.

He stays silent for a while, I remain silent because I don't know what to say to him, I'm still frozen. "When you saw your parents, do you know what they did? They gave you a fucking hug."

I don't understand why this is important until he continues, "I never received a hug from my parents."

It seems like the penny starts to drop and I start to understand why he is so... like this.

I feel so sad that his parents treat him this way, but the sadness is small compared to the anger I feel towards them for treating him in such a cruel way.

He turns angrily, looking into my eyes, "do you know who gave me this fucking scar? My fucking father!" he reveals, and I put my hands over my mouth in disbelief, "he gave me this scar with his bare hands to serve as a reminder to never show mercy to the weak. All this because I refused to kill innocent babies!"

I can't think of anything, my mind is paralyzed, in shock at such cruelty.

I can't express how much my heart breaks in my chest to feel the sadness in his words, exuding from his body.

"Just because I'm here at this moment with you, I feel like they're judging me and condemning me for what a failure I am," he confesses, shouting.

His words haunt me... but I feel determined to help my mate see that he is not a failure, he is, in fact, the strongest man I know, and not because he is the strongest werewolf I know, but because he endured all the suffering his parents put him through. And they still do, even though they're dead.

I want to help him face all this and overcome all this mental crisis he is facing.

"I just wanted them to be proud of me," he confesses quietly, looking at the ground, and my broken heart shatters into a thousand pieces upon hearing his sad voice.

"I don't even measure up to what my father was," he says with tightly balled fists.

"He doesn't deserve you, Kaiden." I say softly but firmly, and I get closer to him, "I'm sorry, but your father was a monster to you. You didn't deserve any of this. You're incredible," I say, placing my hand on his chest.

"No, you don't understand. He was great," Kaiden interrupts me.

"Yes, he was, but you are different. You are a better man than him. My parents can see that just in your eyes. I can see that since the first time I saw you." I try to convince him, and he looks into my eyes.

"You don't understand, I've hurt too many people," he yells, "I'm no good, Katie!"

"It wasn't your fault! What defines you, Kaiden, are the things you do from now on. Since I've known you, I haven't seen you do anything cruel that everyone says you do. On the contrary, I saw an Alpha who dedicates himself to his pack like no one else, an Alpha who protects his pack and always wants the best for them," I tell him firmly and make a mental note to repeat this to him more often.

Maybe if I remind him how incredible enough he is and his worth, perhaps it would leak into his subconscious and overshadow the harm his family had caused.

As my words sink in, I observe the subtle shift in his body language. His shoulders, which had been tense, gradually relax under the weight of my assurance. Delicately, I drape my hand over his, my fingers lightly tracing invisible patterns on his skin. Eventually, he surrenders his grip, allowing our hands to unite.

Although his demeanor retains a hint of tension, I detect a softening in his features. His jaw, once clenched tight, eases just a fraction. The change may be subtle, but it fills me with relief, knowing my words have reached him.