The Alpha And His Rejected Fae Princess

Depths of Despair

Third Person POV

He dodged past the fist heading towards his face, sending out a flying kick that hit his enemy in the midsection and caused him to double over in pain, panting heavily from exertion as his enemy glared at him. Liam smirked, running a hand through his black hair, his dark brown eyes staring at the man defiantly. The man, a young one in his twenties, called Arthur, with auburn hair and freckles, rushed towards Liam, his eyes promising retribution. It wasn't his first mistake. He had underestimated Liam due to his young age of eleven years, expecting a child to not be capable of fighting to such a high standard, especially without a wolf. But Liam had been training for the role of Alpha his entire life, and his father insisted he be the best, no matter the consequences. Failure was not an option.

He kicked Arthur in the private area, the man clutching his private jewels and swearing at the top of his lungs.

"That was a cheap shot" he accused the child.

Liam raised an eyebrow, feeling smug "yet effective" he pointed out wisely.

The man glowered at him in reply but was incapable of moving and as such Liam was declared the victor. He stepped out of the training ring with a sigh and then headed towards the large pack house. He never failed to be impressed by the pack house of the Blood Moon Pack. It was magnificent, with large windows that showed off the scenery of the surrounding forest. It was built with several floors and looked like a giant mansion, a bright white with gorgeous flower beds all around the house, that consisted of fresh flowers and roses. He sniffed the delicate aroma of the flowers and gave a heady sigh, before opening the door and sidling inside.

Liam wanted to go upstairs and check on his mother. She was a frail-looking thing that was far too skinny for his liking. Once upon a time she had had long, shiny, healthy, raven black hair that had cascaded all the way down to her bottom. Liam had adored playing with her hair, touching its silken strands, and letting it fall through his fingers. Her brown eyes had also twinkled with laughter and good humor when he was younger, but now they looked dead and dull, large circles underneath her eyes. He couldn't understand it, for she slept a lot during the day. Maybe he should have grabbed some of the flowers from the garden for her, he thought glancing back at the front door, but then he shook his head. His mother might not even be awake, he rationalized, so he would go upstairs and see if she was first. He could always grab her flowers later.

He walked up the stairs. His father's study door was ajar. He could hear strange noises coming from it. He frowned perplexedly as voices reached his ears. "Oh god, Johnathon, yes, yes, yes" a woman was saying loudly, almost shrieking.

He winced. What on earth? He crept closer. He knew it was wrong to eavesdrop but he couldn't stop his curiosity. Besides, the woman didn't sound anything like hid darling mother. He sidled close to the wall, his keen ears picking everything up, as he glanced into the room, a look of shock coming over his face.

His father, a giant of a man, with brown hair and dark brown eyes, broad shoulders, and a well-built figure had a woman bent over the desk. The woman was dainty, with long blonde hair, her blue eyes open wide, her pale pink lips curved in a huge smile, and her breasts mashed against the desk. She was naked, while his father's pants were around his ankles. He could see his father's c**k sliding in and out of her as she moaned like she was enjoying it.

"God it's so good" the woman cried, her body jiggling with the weight of his father pressed against her.

"Yeah, you like that" grunted his father, moving faster now, his hand reaching out and grabbing the woman's long blonde hair, tightening it in his fist and causing her to look back at him "you like this you filthy slut" he growled.

"I like it" moaned the woman.

Liam didn't recognize her but she had to be from the pack. He felt sick to his stomach. His father was having s*x with this other woman and cheating on his precious mother! Part of him wanted to interrupt his father, storm into the room, and demand answers. He wanted to scream at the woman and call her a w***e, a no-good tramp. But he feared his father's temper. Part of him wondered if his mother knew about this. It would explain why she was so sad all of the time. He felt so angry, he dug his nails into the palm of his hands, drawing blood.

Liam couldn't bear to watch anymore. He turned and walked away, heading upstairs to the top level of the pack house, and down a long corridor until he came to his mother and father's bedroom. For a moment he fought back tears. He didn't want to appear sad to her, didn't want to let on that something was wrong. He knocked tentatively, half expecting her to be asleep. It was always a small chance that she wasn't.

"Who is it" came her shaky voice.

Liam closed his eyes and took deep breaths "it's your son Liam, mother" he said in an even voice "may I come in?" he asked.

Silence.

He'd just about given up when she spoke again, her voice cracking slightly "you can come in" she said, as he opened the door cautiously and walked in. He shut the door behind him and surveyed his mother with a smile as she struggled to sit upright, wincing with pain.

She looked awful. Her hair was dull and matted to her head, her eyes blank and unfocused. She was still clad in her white nightgown and she was so skinny that Liam could see all of her bones. She was shuddering and clearly in a lot of pain. Liam frowned.

"Do you want me to fetch a doctor?" he asked, coming closer.

His mother threw back her head and laughed, a bitter sound that raised the hair on Liam's neck, a look of sheer rage crossing her face as she glanced at her son.

"There is nothing that a doctor can do to cure this pain" she snarled "only your father can and he chooses not to. Bastard that he is," she said sourly.

This was new. Normally she spoke kindly about father or not at all. Liam felt a sense of foreboding, even as he tried to keep himself cheerful.

"Would you like me to read to you?" he offered, glancing at the pile of books on her nightstand, next to a glass of water and a small mountain of painkillers.

She seemed to consider that for a moment, her pale pink lips pursed before she reluctantly shook her head. His spirits sank. She was in a mood then.

She cried out, doubling over and clutching at her chest. Liam felt helpless, tears springing to his eyes. He had no idea what he could do to help her or what was causing this pain. Why wouldn't she let him get a doctor? He rushed to the window and opened it, thinking that maybe some fresh air would help. His mother continued to claw at her chest and grab at her abdomen, low growls coming out of her throat.

"This is all him" she muttered "all him. He doesn't care what it does to me. Doesn't care the pain or the anguish I feel each time it happens."

Liam was perplexed. She was speaking as though the pain was related to father in some way. His mind flashed back to his father in the study f*****g that blonde b***h and he swallowed hard, wondering if he should mention it.

"What if we went for a walk?" asked Liam, glancing out at the clear blue sky and the magnificent white clouds drifting their way. The sun was warm and pleasant and the air was cool. Maybe seeing some beautiful flowers or just being outside would enhance her mood, he thought with optimism.

His mother's eyes flashed and glittered with contempt, although she glanced away from Liam so he wouldn't see it. There was madness lurking inside of her. Madness brought about by years of being abused, years of pain brought on by her mate being with other women. Her wolf was in the depths of despair and although she'd tried to hold on for Liam's sake, she had reached the limit, no longer feeling in control of herself.