Rejected, Broken And Forgotten
Chapter 10

Carl’s POV

My heart is broken, and my wolf feels sick inside me. I can not believe the boy I loved so much is not my son. He is the son of the Alpha I followed most of my life and whom I saw as my best friend. My mate betrayed me, and I am a broken wolf, but I refuse to go rogue. I will show Maren and Henry they can not break me! I still have my daughters I will live for.

“Maren, my sweet Maren, why did you betray me?” My heart cries out to my mate. Well, ex-mate. Luckily, werewolves do not have to get a divorce, and I can just denounce her as my mate. I will start a new life with my daughters and live for them. Women are, anyway, a nuisance. I can live without my mate, and I do not need her. Maybe one day, the goddess will smile upon me once again and give me a mate that deserves me.

“What will you do now that you no longer have a mate?” Paris asks me. I know it is Paris as I can tell the slight difference between the way London talks and Paris talks. Paris will not call me father or dad. I know because I do not deserve to be called that. After Ben was born, I stopped being her father.

“I will live my life devoted to you and your sister. Paris, I know I was not a father to you, and I feel ashamed that I neglected you for the sake of a boy who is not even mine. I am so sorry. Even if he was mine, I should not have pushed you away,” I say. I know it does not mean much, but at least I am trying to make up for the time lost.

“Yeah, I do not care. You can stay with London if she wants you. I am leaving in a couple of days,” Paris says.

“What?! Where are you going? What if London leaves for England? When will I see you again?” I ask Paris, but she pulls up her shoulders and walks on. We are returning to the apartment where London and Paris are staying. I must say I am proud of Paris. She kicked the best warriors of the Ravenstone pack’s butts. She is strong and one hell of a fighter.

“I don’t know, and to be honest, I do not care. I am not your problem anymore. I am big and strong enough to look after myself,” Paris says. I feel the stab of her words in my heart, but I know I deserve it.

“I am proud of you, Paris. You are one hell of a fighter,” I say.

“Yeah, you taught me most of my moves, so I guess I owe you one thank you,” Paris says. London looks at Paris, and she frowns.

“Paris, I know dad was not a good father to you, but cut him some slack. He is hurting. You should know how it feels to be hurt by your mate,” London says, and Paris shows her to stop speaking.

“What do you mean she should know how it feels? Did you meet your mate? Did he hurt you?” I ask.

“He rejected me, but I asked him to as I did not want to be his mate. It did not hurt,” Paris says.

“Who is he?” I ask. I will break his neck!

“Mark Brown, the future Alpha of the Ravenstone pack. I do not want him as a mate. Don’t intervene. I do not want a weakling for a mate,” Paris says. I smile.

“That’s my girl! He is not worthy of you,” I say.

“Like I care what you think,” Paris mumbles. London gives her another glare.

“It is okay, London. I can not expect Paris to accept me back into her life. I did not treat her right,” I say.

“Yeah, he even hit me the other night when I had to go back to that pack to save your a*s,” Paris says to London. I feel ashamed that I lifted my hand for my daughter.

“I am sorry about that,” I say.

“I do not care. What does not kill me makes me stronger,” Paris says, and she walks faster, as if trying to get away from me.

“Paris, you don’t always have to be strong. It is okay to show emotions sometimes and to give someone a chance to fix what they broke,” London says. Paris laughs.

“What he broke, he can not fix. London, if you want to accept him into your life, I will not stop you, but do not expect me to forgive and forget. I don’t love him and don’t care what happens to him or Maren. I am worried about Ben, though. He is a little brat, but he is now without a father who once loved him. Don’t you think he is the real victim in all of this?” Paris says. I know what she means, and yes, I feel sorry for Ben, but he has a father, and it is not me. I will not raise another wolf’s pup.

“Yeah, I know. Poor Ben. He is still young and will learn to live with his real father. You don’t expect me to be a father to another wolf’s pup, do you?” I ask Paris.

“Nope, I don’t expect you to do it. No wolf with a bit of pride will accept his mate’s love child. I am baffled that you could not see it,” Paris says.

“I did not expect your mother to cheat on me. We have been through a lot, and I thought she loved me,” I say.

“I think she still loves you, but what she did is unforgivable. She and Henry did a number on you and poor Luna Helen. I feel sorry for Luna Helen. She is sick and does not need this drama in her life. Maren is a b***h,” Paris says. Well, she is right. My ex-mate is a bloody b***h. Helen was her friend before she got sick.

“A she-wolf that loves her mate does not sleep with the Alpha of the pack,” I say.

“Who knows why she did it? Maybe he forced himself on her,” London says.

“She would have said it to save her relationship with Carl if Henry forced himself on her. She does not care about others and will throw them under the bus. Maren is selfish as f**k,” Paris says. I can see her hate for her mother, and I wonder why it seems like Paris hates her mother more than she hates me. Is it because of Ben? Does Paris blame Maren for the birth of Ben, and since he is not my child, she does not hate me as much?

“Why do you hate your mother so much?” I ask.

“Because she was the clever one in your relationship. At first, you still cared a little about me, but she made you hate me and give Ben all your attention. She made you love another wolf’s pup more than your own,” Paris says. I know that is true. At first, I felt sorry for the little girl who could not touch her brother or play with him. She looked lonely and helpless without the love of her mother, who used to love her so much. I remember her sitting at the table, eating her food in silence when her mother told her to go and eat in the kitchen with the omegas, as she was not the future Beta of the pack anymore. I remember Paris taking her plate and walking out. I wanted to go after her, but Maren handed me Ben and showed me how cute he was. I forgot about Paris, who was chased away by her mother. I knew why Maren did not want Paris near Ben and why she pushed me to train Ben. She knew that Paris could challenge Ben for the Beta position one day, and Maren wanted her to leave the pack. She wanted Paris to feel unwanted and unloved, so she would not challenge Ben for the Beta position. Maren told me that one day I was so stupid that I wanted my son to become Beta and not my daughter, who was the rightful future Beta. It does not matter if you are male or female in a pack. The one born first has all the rights. Werewolves are funny creatures. Once they see one member being pushed out by their parents, they will also push that one out as they see them as weak. Paris is everything but weak. She is stubborn, and her don’t care attitude drove Maren crazy. Paris adjusted quickly from being loved to being pushed away. She became stronger instead of weaker, as Maren was hoping she would become.

“I can only say I am sorry,” I say, as I do not know what to tell my daughter. London looks at the two of us but says nothing.

“I don’t care. I did not want your love or that of Maren. I am good on my own,” Paris says. She does not even look sad as she says it.

“You have us now, Princess,” Wallis says, glaring at me. I know Wallis does not like me as he knows I hurt Paris when she was small.

“Hahaha, Wally. I am glad I have you,” Paris says, and I see Wallis smiling at her. He adores Paris, and I can see he loves her nickname for him.

“I will protect you when we go to England,” Wallis says. I frown. Why is Paris going to England?

“What is going on? Why are you going to England?” I ask.

“None of your business as you will not be going with me,” Paris says. London looks at me, and I can see she feels sorry for me.

“She is going in my stead. I asked her to help me,” London says. She explains everything to me, and I am worried.

“If your grandfather replaces out about your deceit, he will kill Paris,” I say. I sound worried.

“Oh please, don’t pretend that you care. I will be okay, and I can fight for myself,” Paris says.

“I can not let you do it, Paris,” I say. I know the old king. He came to take London the night they were born. I had to protect my mate and let go of my daughter in exchange for my mate’s life.

“Listen, Carl, I once was your daughter, and you had a say over me, but I am no longer your daughter, and I will decide for myself. I need to help my sister and her true mate,” Paris says.

“My grandfather is not as heartless anymore, and I am sure he will not kill Paris. Even if he replaces out she is not me, he will embrace her and not kill her. My grandfather is old and not as evil as he once was,” London says. I am not sure, as I know that the royals are very strict and do not like being fooled.

“Yeah, besides, I can take care of myself,” Paris says. She does not look worried. I know that Paris can fight and is good at it, but a whole army will be hard to defeat.

“I will go with her and make sure she is fine,” Jeffrey says.

“They will not touch Paris while I am around,” Wallis says.

“Okay, fine. I will stay with London to make sure she is okay and that the Ravenstone pack does not come after her again,” I say.

“Thank you, dad. I would love to get to know you better,” London says. Paris rolls her eyes as she looks at London and me.

“Well, that is settled then,” London says. She is happy, and I would love to meet Nathan, her mate. He must be special if Paris is willing to help them. She will not help if she thinks London’s mate is a weakling.

I have not thought of my pain the whole time I talked to my daughters, and I realize how much I have missed Paris. I know it will take time to regain her trust, but at least London will give me a chance. I wonder if it is because she has a mate and understands how broken I am. She must think about Nathan and how it will hurt if he leaves her or cheats on her. I am sure I will be fine in the long run, but for now, I want to lick my wounds while getting to know my daughters better. Paris looks at me, and I pretend not to see it. There is sympathy in her eyes. Is that why she did not tell me about Ben? Paris did not want to hurt me! She may pretend she does not care, but I know she cares. Ben comes running to us out of nowhere. I push him away when he runs to me and wants to hug me.

“Daddy, please do not hate me,” Ben says. Paris walks over to him and hugs him.

“It is okay, Ben. I will make sure you are okay. Maren, you can come out of the bushes now. Stop using your children as pawns in your games,” Paris says. She stands between Maren and Ben. I can feel the hatred radiating from Paris as she looks at Maden. At the moment, I think the same about Maden, and it is as if the peels have fallen from my eyes as I look at the cold she-wolf standing in front of us. She is not even beautiful to me anymore, as I see how she looks at her children and me.