Fate's Dark Side Chapter 637

There they were, sitting on the three-sitter couch in my living room.

My mother looked at the door with swollen eyes and stood up.

My father did the same. They looked sorry and ashamed. They looked sad. They looked afraid.

"Leo," my mother said; she had aged a little since I last saw her.

She had grey hair in the front of her head now, thick and long, but her hair still had the healthy volume it had.

Her blue eyes were faded, and I knew age was the factor.

My father still looked like he did. But the lines on his face told of his age. His hair was thick and dark, his brown eyes were brilliant, and he looked in shape. They both still looked in good condition. I believe the years had favoured them until recently.

My mother left my father's side and came to hug me.

She wrapped her arms around me and rested her head against my chest. She began to sob, and I slowly wrapped my arms around her to console her.

I rubbed her back gently while she held on tightly. I looked at my father, and his eyes were misty. Words could not be spoken. He had nothing to say.

My mother finally broke the hug, and my father approached me.

He looked at me with respect and nodded with approval.

"I am proud of you, son," he said, not wanting to waste the moment. I pulled him in for a hug.

"You should have stayed in touch," I said, and he hugged me tightly.

"I know, son; I am sorry. We both are," he said, and he broke the hug.

I fought my tears while I returned to sit on one of the couches in the living area.

My parents sat beside each other, and my mother looked at the house.

"You and the Riverstorm girl had never been flashy people," My mother said with a smile. Then she looked at me as if she remembered something.

"Leo, is she the same Tamia that married the Dark Alpha? We heard a lot of rumours about that bastard stealing your luna?" She asked me, and I sighed.

It was easy to judge people when you were not in their shoes and not there for most of it.

"Yes, but it didn't happen that way. No one stole Tamia from me," I said, and there was a rage in my mother's eyes.

"I heard of it but did not want to believe it was the same person." She said, and I wondered where they were staying. Tamia had been in the news for over a year now.

"You should have seen her on television," I said, and my father bowed his head.

"We have been in a cell for two years. It was our friends that helped us escape recently. That was how we were able to come home." My father said, and I was in shock.

"What happened?" I asked them, and my father bowed his head. Whatever he had to say might be shameful. I did not speak a word, but joining a psycho cult was disgraceful. I would leave them to confess and pretend not to know anything.

"Son, it is a very long and complicated story, and I do not know what you would think after I share it with you," He said and sighed.

"Do you want tea?" I asked them, knowing that was their favourite refreshment.

"Water would do for now, and I can get it myself," My mother said and stood. She did not want me to interrupt the discussion with my father.

"Son," my father said, and I could see the difficulty in his eyes.

"We kept you in the dark because we hoped you would have a great life. We did not want you burdened like we were, like my father and his father. I wanted to keep you innocent. I wanted you to raise your family innocently. I did not want you to be part of an agenda or a crime.