Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 526: Loved

It was strange, stepping back into the same room where his mate had nearly killed his mother just moments ago. Roman didn’t even think about inviting Violet this time. This was his mess, and he’d deal with his parents himself.

"Where is she?" Alexa demanded, tapping her feet impatiently against the floor.

"Why?" Roman shot back, his voice dripping with venom. "So she can finish the job? Oh, right—" his lip curved in a snort—"you’ve always been a sucker for punishment. What a masochist." He muttered under his breath, but with meaning. Roman hadn’t just heard the rumors about his mother, he’d witnessed it firsthand.

Fire flared in Alexa’s eyes. She caught the jab immediately, and her mouth twisted. "Fine. Since you want to unpackage everything, let’s do it right now."

Alexa started, "All your life you’ve looked at me with disgust because you caught me in bed with another man at a young age. But I wasn’t the only guilty one. Your father—" she jabbed a finger at Leon—"was in it too. We had an open marriage. So why is it only me who is painted as the monster here?"

For once, Leon said nothing, his expression grave.

Alexa taunted him. "What’s the matter, Leon? Cat got your tongue?"

"Your mother is right," Leon said at last, locking eyes with his son. "She didn’t deserve all the hate. We were both in it together. If there’s anyone you should hate, it’s me, Roman."

His shoulders sagged, but his gaze never broke. "I’ve been a failure of a father. With the kind of life I chose..." He shook his head in regret. "I never should’ve brought a child into this world. No, I never planned to. That was your mother’s and my agreement from the start. But then Henry came along and convinced me of the advantage of having a powerful heir, especially with Elijah sterile..."

He chuckled bitterly at the memory. "I guess, I got greedy. The thought of an heir who could be Alpha King... all I saw was the benefit the South Pack would reap. I didn’t stop to think about the damage my lifestyle would inflict on the child I brought into this world."

Alpha Leon’s voice thickened with regret as he confessed. "Your mother never wanted a child. That was the agreement we made when we married. But I pushed her. I convinced her to have you, and I promised her I’d take care of you. So don’t blame her, Roman. Blame me. I’m the one you should hate. It’s all my fault."

Roman Draven was as still as a tree. Then the tears came, dripping down his cheeks like a river. He didn’t know which hurt worse, the fact that his mother never wanted him, or that his parents only birthed him for power. Either way, something inside him cracked.

should’ve never borne me," Roman said, his voice

ever shake him. Others looked at his playboy charm and assumed he didn’t care

Draven wore his heart on his sleeve. He just hid it behind a mask of nonchalance. Underneath, he was painfully emotional, and right now, the dam

through him, she’d break that door down without hesitation and there might be a repeat of earlier. This was his cross to

was on his feet now. "Roman, I’m

so his father couldn’t reach him. "Sorry doesn’t repair what you did to me." His eyes burned as he finally bared the wounds he

asked, his words cutting like shards. "It ruined me. It destroyed the way I saw love. You made me believe sex was all a relationship ever

Not once. Everything was shallow, just another game, just another bed, and I thought

twisted, and for the first time,

to someone. To love honestly and to be loved in return. Without that bond... I’d just be a broken product. That’s what you both made me. A broken product of your horrible parenting." His last words

Alexa broke. As hard as her heart had always been, a single tear escaped her eye. She wiped it away in fury, as if refusing to let him see that somewhere beneath the venom, his pain had struck

"So please, don’t ruin my bond too. That’s all

quickly promised, "Violet’s secret is

head in a nod. "Thank

away

mouth, the urge to call out his son clawing at his chest but the

already done enough damage. The least he

his grief curdling into rage. His fist slammed down on the table, splintering the wood. Then,

ornament to the ground, the sound of breaking glass mingling with his ragged breaths. His chest

and walked out, leaving her husband to his fury. Yet, as she passed the doorway, she paused for just for a second. The image of Roman’s pleading eyes stabbed had ripped her

was the truth, but that boy was still a piece of her. And she had done a horrible job with him. She was the

his rage collapsing into despair. He had sworn to himself he would end the cycle of weakness he inherited. He had grown up watching his own father cheat, destroy his mother