Chapter 60

I hated myself for this, I hated how I was making him feel.

He was no less a man than Liam.

he

did not deserve this.

Liam walked out, giving Damon a curt nod and shutting the door behind him.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Damon asked, about to place the gorgeous bouquet of purple flowers down when I reached out and took them.

“I’m great and these are beautiful!” I said, looking up at him.

I’m such a horrible person…

He bent down, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

I hugged him back, his comforting scent and those tingles rushing through me.

I could hear his racing heart and the guilt inside of me only grew.

I glanced at Aunty Red, seeing the sadness in her eyes too, before she looked away, smoothly busying herself with Azura’s hair.

Damon moved back and jerked his thumb at the paper bag.

“I brought you breakfast.” He said, turning to Azura and raising his eyebrows playfully before flashing her one of his dazzling smiles.

“What breakfast is it?” Azura asked, curiously staring at the bag that I just picked up.

“You’ve eaten baby.” Aunty Red said, cuddling her.

“Of course, she can eat again, there’s plenty.” Damon said and I nodded.

“You look tired.” I said to him concerned as I unboxed the food.

Chicken sandwiches, yoghurts and a box of freshly cut fruit.

Azura took the box of fruit and Aunty Red shook her head, settling back and helping her remove the lid.

“I’m not too bad.” He said.

“I asked someone to bring you a drink.”

“Thanks, Damon.” I said softly.

Aunty Red asked him something as I bit into a sandwich.

Yes, I was a bitch, but I needed to do the right thing and I would, because this man before me deserved someone who would put him as number one… I had been discharged from the hospital that afternoon and Uncle El had come to tell me that h e had told Dad what had happened.

Needless to say, Dad didn’t take it well.

Although Uncle El didn’t tell me exactly what he had said, I had a feeling he had nothing but hatred and blame towards me.

It seemed Liam was still going through with Dad’s trial on Monday, something I was rather shocked about.

I was even tempted to ask for an extension, but then I decided to leave it. I needed to let go of my past and remember how Dad treated me.

He still had time before the trial anyway, although I knew losing a mate wasn’t something you could just get over. I had gotten back to the packhouse, managing to shower before a large number of the other members who lived there had come to ask how I was, several getting me flowers or cards, I found it so sweet.

Mom’s death still felt surreal, I was glad that it wasn’t common knowledge yet, I just needed some time. It was a little awkward when two of the girls addressed me as Luna! “I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” Isla, one of the she-wolfs, said sympathetically as she arranged the bouquet of flowers for me.

“I’ll get someone to bring in more vases.” “Thanks.” I said politely to her. The bedroom door was open and I felt a bit overwhelmed with the visitors.

I just left the door open, which let me stay wrapped up in my blanket on the bed.

I hadn’t seen Liam or Damon again, although both had mind linked to check up on me occasionally.

What sucked was that I couldn’t really tell Kiara what was going on either, despite her texting earlier.

I didn’t mention my injury or that Mom was dead.

Just then, someone I actually wanted to see walked through the door, and my eyes lit up. “Taylor!” I said.

He flashed me a smile, his arms laden with a chocolate bouquet, drinks and a hamper of more chocolates! Ah, this man was a keeper! Could I put him in my pocket and keep him forever? He placed the things down on the bedside cabinet next to me and the hamper on the bed. “Hey, girl.” He said, wrapping his arms around me and giving me a good squeeze.

He moved back as Isla left the room, giving us some privacy and me a small wave.

“Thanks for everything!” I called out, appreciating her effort in sorting my room a little, which was beginning to resemble a greenhouse.

Ok maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration…

“How you holding up?” Taylor asked.

“I’m good.” I said, Mom’s eye-less face flashing in my mind.

“I’m so damn sorry, I should have taken care of you.” He said, guilt in his eyes as he sat down opposite me.

I shook my head, my hair falling in my face.

“No, you have nothing to apologise about.

I went on my own and I made sure I was quiet.” I said, pulling a wrapped truffle off the bouquet and unwrapping it.

I was about to eat it but paused to offer it to him.

He smiled, taking my hand and biting half off before feeding it to m e, a warm smile on his face. “You need to eat all the chocolate you can, it will bring your energy back.

I’m sure the Alpha or Beta would like you to be at your best.” He winked teasingly, yet my smile vanished.

Liam’s traumatising revelation returning with full vengeance.

“Sorry… bad joke.” I shook my head, glancing at the open door. “Oh, don’t even talk about men, I think I’m put off for life!” I said shuddering. “Why?” Taylor asked curiously.

“I just…” I hesitated.

Wait.

Taylor was a guy… I should ask him… “Is it true… That…” I glanced at the open door again and Taylor frowned slightly, getting up he went and shut the door, looking at me curiously. “What is it?” He asked. I huffed, embarrassed. “Well, is it true that a man’s penis girth can be thicker than my forearm?” I asked, cupping my arm just beneath my elbow.

Taylor’s eyebrows shot up as he stared at my arm.

“Damn, that’s one hell of a picture… A terrifying picture.” He said sounding amused.

I frowned, oh it was a terrifying thought too…

“It is… and now I’m scared…”

He began laughing and I glared at him.

“Hey, what’s to laugh about!”.

“Sorry, it’s just, like, seriously? I mean, maybe if we’re talking huge, then about this thick at most, but even that would be super rare…” He said, cupping the middle of my arm between my elbow and wrist.

To my dismay, he fell back onto the bed and began laughing.

“Goddess, you are so innocent.

Have you never watched porn? I mean, you must have seen an erect penis at some point, right?” He burst into more laughter and I felt my face burn with humiliation.” How could you even think that big of a dick would exist? Like how would it be possible to even make that fit?”

“Hey! Babies come out of a vagina! Things can fit!” I growled.

I swear I am going to kill Liam, the dickhead! How dare he over brag about his dick when I swear it’s probably going to be the size of a fun-size chocolate bar! The type you fill a party bag with- tiny!

Miniscule and dysfunctional! Stupid Alpha!

“Ok, stop laughing, it’s not that funny!” I shouted, smacking his chest.

He simply rolled over, laughing more.

I kicked him off the bed, grabbing one of my huge plushies and throwing them at him with as much force as possible!

Stupid, stupid men! Urgh, Liam is so bloody dead.

“Ok, ok! I’m so damn sorry.

Who told you that?” Taylor said, his face red as he tried to control his annoying laugh.

I swear if he laughs anymore, I will sabotage that Cher poster he cherishes so much!

“Liam did.” I said unhappily.

Taylor grinned.

“Well… I would say he’s boasting, but surely… You’ve probably seen him turned on, right? Like even if you haven’t had sex, maybe when you kissed?” He questioned, making me frown even more.

“Of course, I have!” I stated before my frown faded away and I realised what he meant.

He nodded with a small smile.

I have never seen a stupid forearm size shaft in there….

Yes, he was big but not that traumatizingly big… Fuck Liam you’re so dead!