Not His Type Of Mate
Chapter 30

Lord Maddison's POV

As I drove off, I couldn't help but wonder what was actually happening to me. I knew I wanted to help this girl from the first day I saw her crying in her sleep, but I didn't realize it would go to this extent. Something was off about the whole thing, and I tried to communicate with my wolf, but he had been silent for the past four months since the death of my mate and wife, Gracie. I knew my wolf was still with me, but I just couldn't connect with him because he was still in pain and mourning the death of his mate. I was also mourning her, but as a king, I had to be strong for my clan.

The pain I felt four months ago was unbearable. I stayed locked up in my room for days without food and water, and it's a miracle that I survived that phase.

The silence of my wolf got me worried, and I visited a seer who told me that my wolf was still mourning his mate and would come back to me when he was done. I have to remain patient.

I drove into the mansion, handed the keys to the butler, and entered the sitting room. I reached the sitting room and met Leo, seated on a high stool at the bar.

I walked over to him, sat, and poured myself a drink. As I sipped the whiskey, I could sense that Leo had something on his mind. His attitude towards me had been off lately, especially his intense hatred for Nora. I couldn't ignore it, and I couldn't help but wish that my wolf were active to help me to understand his motives.

"Don't you think it's too early?" he asked, eyeing the bottle of whiskey on the bar.

"I don't understand," I replied, confused.

Leo took a deep breath before looking my way, his gaze piercing. "Don't you think it's too early to start flirting with another woman, especially when you've just lost your mate and unborn child?" he asked, and I felt anger simmering inside me.

"Don't get me wrong, I have no business with what you do, but remember people will talk..."

"Talk about what?" I asked with fuming rage, "What would they say?"

They'll say you're seeing another woman just a few months after Gracie's death," he replied bluntly, not holding back.

"And who is this woman that you're talking about?" I demanded, feeling defensive. Leo remained silent, and then in one swift movement, he stood up, turning to leave.

"I believe you already know the answer to that," he said, his back to me as he walked away.

Left alone with my thoughts, I felt guilt twinge in my chest.

By his words, does it mean I didn't mourn Gracie enough? Perhaps I should still be locked in my room, heartbroken and in pain. I wondered as I stood up and took the bottle of whiskey with me. Climbing the stairs to my room, Leo's words kept nagging at me. Even though I knew he was wrong, I felt guilty. I had lost my mate barely four months ago and shouldn't be talking to a woman, let alone making friends with one. As I mulled over Leo's accusations, I realized that my wolf was still mourning the death of his mate, even though I was already up and about, acting silly.

I entered my room and sat on the bed, taking a large gulp of whiskey and painfully swallowing it down my throat. Perhaps, Leo was right. It was too soon to move on from the mourning. With a sigh, I closed my eyes, and memories of that fateful day replayed in my head.

"Why don't you stay?" Gracie asked, but I shook my head and placed a kiss on her bloated stomach. "This is a very important meeting, and it's just a few miles away. I will be back before nightfall," I assured her, kissing her forehead before moving down to her lips and kissing them tenderly. I heard her sigh in the kiss as I withdrew from her and made my way to the door.

"Come home quickly," she urged as I left the room.

After a two-hour drive, I arrived in the next town. As I was about to leave the car, my wolf, Simeon, felt something was wrong with my mate. Quickly, I got back into the car and instructed Stephen, my personal driver, to drive me back home.

As he drove, I tried to connect with her through our mind link. Her response was barely a whisper. So, I reached out to her personal maid and found out that she had missed a step on the staircase, fallen, and gone into emergency labor. Panic and fear took over as I sat uncomfortably in my seat, making mind links with the doctors to ensure they were doing all they could for her.

What should have been a two-hour journey took only one hour and ten minutes. When I got to the hospital, I rushed to the emergency hall and met her gynecologist coming out of the delivery room. She held my gaze with tears-filled eyes, shook her head, and sent cold shivers down my spine. For a moment, everything around me spun, and my body became numb. "No!" My wolf howled, pushing me forward and returning me to my senses.

I rushed into the emergency room and found Gracie already dead with our babies still in her womb. "No!" I yelled, and all the bulbs in the room exploded.

With trembling hands, I reached out to touch her lifeless body, but my abilities were useless. She had already passed away before I even arrived at the hospital.

For the past three months, I was a shadow of myself; my chiefs and people were scared of losing me, they begged me to come out of my mourning, but I didn't heed to their request until three weeks ago, when I saw Gracie in my dream. She looked so happy and beautiful. She asked me to move on with my life and that she was fine in the place of eternal rest.

After that dream, I decided to pick myself up and accept the invitation of Aunt Christabel, and here again, I'm being reminded of a past I was forgetting.

I opened my eyes and realized I had emptied the bottle of whiskey, but I was lucky that a mini bar was in the room. Wobbly on my feet, I stumbled over to the bar, snatched two bottles of liquor, and returned to bed. I opened the first bottle, downing a huge gulp of it, letting sadness blanket me. Throughout the night, I drank in sorrow, recalling the past I thought I was over it.

In the morning, a maid knocked on the door, informing me of breakfast, but I sent her away. At noon time, another maid came, and I did the same.

A knock came on the door before Aunt Christabel spoke from outside, "Are you okay?" she asked with concern. I sighed heavily before responding, "I'm fine; I just want to be left alone."

There was a long pause before she spoke again, "Did something happen?" Her voice was filled with worry, but I remained silent. "Are you sure you're okay? You've been in your room for almost a day, and it's making us all concerned. Can I come in and see you?" She pleaded with me, but I cut her off abruptly, "I'll leave if you keep disturbing me," I threatened harshly, my voice low and dangerous.