Chapter 36

Something is different about you

********Nero POV*******

After allowing me to call him ten different times, he finally answered and I calmly uttered, even though I was infuriated, "What is Scarlet doing here?!"

"Last night, you claimed Loki's daughter, right?" My father's voice echoed with so much dominance.

"Yes,"

"Do you know which girl I am talking about?"

When I didn't answer, he let out, "I know all about your little display last night at the Hayes mansion."

Those words left me with one answer, knowing that I was double-crossed by my own spies and lying was not an option.

"It was Loki's decision," I mumbled, frowning at the thought of which one of those pricks betrayed me.

"But you provoked him into doing it!! Why?!" My father uttered, his tone sharp.

Years ago, I turned my back on Blake because of my father I feared that a child of Loki would not live, raised under his roof. I thought she was better off with her kind. But no matter how hard I try to escape from my promise, fate keeps dragging me back to her.

The web I am entangled in with Blake keeps getting tighter around my neck, and I don't think I can escape.

"When we found Loki's whereabouts, and you realized that she was alive, I told you to avoid that child, Nero!" My father lashed out.

"I can't. There is so much going on here that you don't know about! Blake is the easiest way to get to Loki. I just realized that now. He wants her to lead the dark moonlight pack. That's how much she is worth to him." I raised my voice. "With her"

"I don't give a damn, Nero! I don't believe that you are with her just to get to Loki! That girl is bad luck! She's ruining everything just like before!"

"Dad, she was just a baby."

"That doesn't excuse the fact that if it wasn't for her, you would have completed the mission as I ordered you to do so!"

"I told you that it wasn't because of Blake that I ordered for us to retreat!"

"I believe what Scarlet reported any day over your bullcrap story about what happened that day. You got weak because of her."

"No!! I got sick because I looked into her eyes and realized that I was no better than Loki!"

When the line fell silent, I buried my face into my palm and whispered, "Scarlet shouldn't be here."

"I don't trust you anymore, son. Something is different about you, and I don't like it. Scarlett will stay until Loki is dead along with the rest of those scoundrels." My father mumbled with so much disappointment in his voice.

"You are ruining everything by allowing her to stay! Don't you see!!"

"Scarlet is capable of handling herself. She's not leaving because she is the only one I trust since Jason is useless to me because of his loyalty to you."

With a sigh, I heard him mumble beneath his breath, "I raised him, and he chose to put you on a pedestal, biting the hands that fed him."

Maybe I am Blake's Alpha because from the moment we met shit keeps getting risky and unpredictable for me. She is putting me against everything and everyone, and I can't seem to not choose her.

"Did you mark her Blake." My father voiced out, and I could hear raw anger in his voice.

"Yes," I uttered since there was no use lying anymore.

I always knew Blake and I was an impossible force from the moment we met again, and I don't get why fate keeps trying to merge us Only chaos can blossom from what we are, and I want to shield her from all of it.

But after everything that has happened so far, I realized that the universe wouldn't allow that to happen, so I will give in to its intention until everything burned into ash for us.

With a firm tone, my father let out, "After you are done with this mission, I want you to reject her. I wouldn't accept her, Nero, and neither will the pack. She can not be the Luna of this pack with Loki's blood running through her."

Realizing that I didn't have the words to reply to his remark, I withdrew the phone from my ear and ended the call.

Recklessly, I dropped onto my bed, and rested my back flat against the sheet, feeling a burden like no other.

The brightness of the bulbs caused me to shut my eyes, and when I opened it again, it was because of my ringtone.

Seeing that it was Blake calling, and a couple of hours had drifted by, I woke from my bed, answering the phone as I left my room.

After a few minutes of driving, I reached the parking lot of the campus and brought my car to a stop.

The moment Blake got into the front seat, she pouted at me and mumbled, "You are late."

"I fell asleep," I told her, putting the car in gear.

Driving her back home was silent, and now and then, she would eye me with a look of concern on her face.

There were a lot of questions masked behind her calm expression, and I could tell every time I stared into her eyes. But my thoughts wouldn't allow me to say a word to her.

When we got home, I left her downstairs and headed to my room. But as I was about to remove my coat, a knock on the door got my attention.

Hesitating, I took a long look at its wooden frame as I pulled my coat off my shoulders. But then Blake's voice echoed, "Nero, did you lose your job at the school?"

The raw concern in her voice left me guilty, and I walked over to the door, opened it, and gaze at her.

Her eyes brimmed with sadness as she whispered, "You left the campus early, and"

"No, I didn't lose my job," I said, unable to bring a smile to my lips to comfort her.

How could I lose my job when I am paying the school to teach there, and as one of their biggest sponsors, there was no way they were going to address me about Blake and I relationship.

"Then why do you look so miserable?" Blake muttered, sounding even more worried now.

Honesty is a gift that I could never give to her, so I snapped myself out of my emotions and took her hand, leading her into the room.

After shutting the door, I looked back at her and said, "I am just tired and hungry."

The look of confusion in her eyes only lasted for a second before she beam with excitement and uttered, "I will cook something for you then. What would you like?"

"Anything will be fine." I calmly uttered, feeling guilty by the look of joy in her expression.

As she rushed past me for the door, I grabbed her by the waist, spun her around, and lightly kissed her on the nose before mumbling, "Thank you."

The corners of her lips pulled upward as she giggled, glowing with happiness.

After letting go of her waist, I watched as she rushed out of my room before allowing the smile on my face to fade.

As the minutes drifted off, I got concerned about Blake and headed downstairs to check on her.

When I got into the dining room, I froze at the sight of the table covered in food and Blake adding more to it.

"Why would you make this much?" I whispered, walking over to her.

"Because you and Jason have all this food wasting away in the fridge, and I don't want it to spoil. Plus, you said anything." Blake let out.

Then dragging her gaze to the table, she looked a bit skeptical as she murmured, "Did I go overboard?"

Resting my index finger under her chin, I directed her focus back to me and said, "No, not at all."

Her face looked a bit relaxed as she stared into my eyes. Then she picked up a sandwich, bit into it, and mumbled, "Try it."

Looking down at the sandwich as she pointed it to my mouth, I pushed it aside, tilting in and locking Blake's lips with mine, parting them to get a taste of her tongue.

With shut eyes, her body weakened against the table as she kissed me, her palm pressed against the solid wood.

Grabbing Blake by the waist, I set her on the table, and her fingers slid into my hair, grabbing it a bit hard when I pulled on her lip with my teeth.

Suddenly withdrawing from me, Blake looked hesitant as she whispered, "Maybe you should eat first."

"I think my appetite has shifted for something tastier." I teased her, unable to quench the spark she had awakened in me.

As she moved her lips to speak, a buzz from my phone interrupted her, and she silently gazed at me while I took it out of my sweatpants.

"Scarlet is gone. I lost her, and can find her anywhere in the hotel." I calmly read Jason's message.

Then I shove my phone back into my pocket, smiled at Blake, and mumbled, "Where were we?"