Alpha Damon's Greatest Regret
Chapter 98- Still Thinking

Chapter 98: Chapter 98- Still Thinking

Zarah’s pov

I closed the door just enough to give us some privacy as I let her in.

My heart is still pounding in my chest. Rhoda was standing there, her eyes fixed on mine, and I was left grasping for some shred of countenance. I didn’t know what to make of everything she’d said — about Damon being sick, about him needing me. It was too important to me, too important to deal with now.

I glanced back at the hallway.

Aiden’s laughter had stopped, and for a moment, the silence was blaring.

" Keep your voice down, " I muttered, my voice slightly above a whisper. I wasn’t sure if it was fear or frustration boiling inside me. " I don’t want Aiden to hear about this. "

Rhoda nodded, her face softening as if she realized just how fragile the situation was. " I’m sorry, " she said again, her voice strained.

But part of me — a small part — still thought about Damon. What could have made him sick?

And what if Rhoda was telling the truth?

But I didn’t have time to ask myself those questions. The voice that came from behind me, soft yet clear, made my blood run cold.

" Mama, who’s Alpha? " Aiden’s voice floated from the hallway.

I froze.

No. No, no, no.

I turned, my stomach sinking as I saw Aiden standing there in the doorway, his little face filled with confusion. His eyes, so much like Damon’s, were wide as he looked between Rhoda and me.

" Aiden " My voice faltered. I took a step toward him, but he was also looking up at me, expecting an answer.

His small brow furrowed, easily puzzled by the pressure in the air. " Who’s Alpha Damon, Mama? " he asked again, his tone innocent, but the weight of his words hit me like a freight train.

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. My heart beat wildly as I stood there, my throat dry. What should I say? What should I do? How do I explain who Damon was to Aiden, knowing the truth of it all? Knowing the mess I had tried so hard to cover him from?

I squatted down to Aiden’s position, trying to get my breath, my hand resting gently on his shoulder.

" Sweetheart, it’s nothing to worry about, " I said as gently as I could, my voice thick with emotion. " It’s just a name, okay? You don’t need to know about it. "

But Aiden wasn’t buying it.

He stared at me, his eyes wide and full of curiosity, but I could see the confusion fluttering there.

" No, Mama, " he said, his small voice establishment. " You and Grandma Rhoda are talking about him like he’s important. Who’s he? "

Rhoda shifted uncomfortably behind me, her eyes avoiding both Aiden and mine. She didn’t say anything. She doesn’t know what to say.

He didn’t need to know that his father was a part of a world I’d left before. A part of a history I was trying to cover him from.

" Aiden, " I started, forcing my voice to stay steady, " Alpha Damon. He’s someone from my past. Someone I knew before you were born. " I said, trying to find the right words, but there was no easy way to say this. " He’s not really part of our life now. "

Aiden blinked, his head tipping slightly as he my words. " But you were talking about him like he’s important. Like he needs you. "

Rhoda cleared her throat, stepping forward just a little, her voice soft. " It’s true, Aiden,"

" No! " I snapped before I could stop myself, then softened my tone. " No. You don’t need to know about him. He’s not someone you should worry about. "

Aiden looked between me and Rhoda, not understanding why we were acting so strange.

His little brow furrowed again, and I could see him tying the pieces of information that didn’t fit together.

But he didn’t ask further questions, rather he nodded sluggishly, his eyes shifting toward the ground. " Okay, Mama. "

I had slightly managed to get through that without saying too much. But I knew this wouldn’t be the last time he’d ask.

I sighed.

" Can we still go to the park? " Aiden asked, breaking the silence, his voice hopeful.

I forced a smile, trying to push past the heaviness of the discussion I didn’t want to have.

" Of course, baby."

I turned to Rhoda, my eyes hardening.

I wondered why she did that and it was now clear to me that she did this on purpose to get me angry.

Even though she felt it was right for my son to know about my father it shouldn’t be this way.

Elliot was a child for crying out loud and I didn’t want him to feel too bad about everything when he started asking questions about his father.

Questions I wasn’t too sure I could answer or ready to answer.

I sighed.

I stared at her and I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know what to say. I was just too angry to think clearly and everything felt so overwhelming.

" I don’t know what you want from me, but I’ll think about what you said. You need to leave now. " I said and hoped she had understood that all this only made me angry and her sudden visitation had almost shattered the peace I had with my son.

She stared at me for a while hoping she understood but she was so shocked.

Shocked, maybe she thought I had agreed quickly like a fool. But news flash I wasn’t a fool.

"Zarah you just have to listen to what I’m saying." She began. " You can’t pretend that this isn’t important at all."

I threw my hands up in the air feeling tired already.

"Can you just stop? I’m so sick and tired of everything that is happening." I yelled and didn’t realize that I had done that.

The silence that followed was blaring.

But everything had changed.

And I wasn’t sure how to hold it all together.