The Rebellious Omega

King Braedon

The ride back home was made in silence, Blair's body slumped against me, her expression one of tiredness and concern. I stroked her hair absent-mindedly, my thoughts whirling in my head. The others were in a separate car. I could feel my heart racing in my chest the closer we got to my pack and my hands shook slightly. All this time, I hadn't visited my mother's grave, not wishing to feel the pain that usually accompanied it, and now, it felt right to do it with Blair by my side. I wondered what had put the thought into my mind. I tried not to think of my mother too much, for the pain of her death was too fresh and too raw, causing me nothing but pain and anguish. She never had to die. She never had to be buried if but for the cowardice and deliberate cruelness of one man. My father. My own flesh and blood and the man who had sired me. Because of him, my world and Sarah's had been torn apart. How I loathed and despised that man.

Blair stirred slightly as the car pulled to a gentle stop. I steeled myself, turning to Blair and tapping her shoulder gently. "Blair," I said quietly "we're here."

Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled, allowing me to take her hand, the driver opening the door. We were on a single dirt road that led toward the outskirts of the pack. I inhaled the fresh air and felt the warmth of the sun bearing down on Blair and me. My eyes narrowed and Blair squeezed my hand, distracting me from the anger that threatened to overtake me. This path was familiar, untouched by time and I felt my body begin to shake. My stomach churned and the familiar nausea washed over me. "Lead me to her" Blair whispered, smiling at me encouragingly.

o make my chest tighten. I began to walk, with my mate by my side, deeper into the forest, my steps sure, even after all this time had passed. It was like I was being pulled to her gravestone. I found the large pine tree that I had buried her ashes beneath, her large gray headstone standing out amongst the wildness of the grass as Blair gasped, my body stiffening as I looked directly at it. It should have been my father buried here, beneath this tree

at me, her brow creased.

d's name anywhere near her. I think she would have preferred that."

ly over the top of the gravestone.

"and you don't have to if you don't want to, but Braedon, sometimes it helps just to talk." she urged.

my jaw, fighting back the rage that simmered beneath the surface. "My mother was a lot younger than my father," I said, looking off into the distance "but she loved him dearly. She loved me and Sarah too. S her"

er was too depressed to see me or Sarah. Sarah would visit other packs or family members but I always felt like there was something my mother was trying to hide and I refused to go." he asked.

depressed moods of my mother. I hated him so much for it. He knew exactly what it was doing to her and he didn't care" I snarled.

er and damn the consequences."

comfortable as I knelt to look at the grave with my throat constricting. "She stayed for your sake."

e very end. I gritted my teeth, and clenched my hands into fists, my frustration boiling over as the rage began to overtake me.

did so that she could remain by my side. He threatened to take custody away from her if she tried to le