CHAPTER 370: 370-FINALLY ADDRESSING MY FEELINGS

Ian:

My head had been pounding in my temples. I did not realize when I came back to the room until I lifted my head and looked around.

I noticed I was no longer in the passage.

There was no Clementine and nobody else, except for Yorick, Haiden, and Oriana, who was, as always, hiding under the bed.

I scratched the back of my neck, trying to think hard about whether what happened had truly happened or if I had imagined it.

I was stuck in these thoughts when the door suddenly opened and Troy stepped in.

That was when everything returned to me, and I could not hold my anger anymore.

The way he had kissed her and the way she had lied hit me at once, and I could not stop myself from unleashing everything on Troy.

The way I rushed at him was something I could not even understand myself.

Before long, I had thrown him onto the ground and started striking him.

An alpha like him tried to stop me. He was strong.

I felt it in the way he held my hands to pull me back. But there was another issue.

He forgot that I was not like the others.

As I began to punch him, he finally put all his strength into it and pushed me away.

He got up, wiping the blood from his lip. Then he pushed himself off the floor and rushed toward me with a loud breath.

I steadied my steps, feeling the pressure in my veins, and I knew I was ready to strike him again.

My vision was blurry at this point. All I could see was blood.

He swung at me, but I blocked his hit and pushed him back with one hand.

The force sent him tumbling into the bed, and the bed moved with him.

Oriana screamed from under it, possibly crawling farther away.

He looked shocked by how easily I had handled him.

He got up again, but the moment he grabbed my shirt, I shoved my shoulder into him and sent him to the ground once more.

Before I could reach him again, Haiden and Yorick jumped out of their beds and rushed toward us.

They had been too shocked to react earlier and had only watched us.

"Stop it, Ian," Haiden yelled at me, stepping between us.

I began to feel a strange agitation build inside me.

"Have you lost your mind? Do you have a death wish?" Troy yelled while Yorick held him back. Haiden adjusted his stance, ready to stop me if I tried to fight again.

I felt a sharp noise in my ears. I covered them and began to grunt, slowly crouching down before lifting my head again.

"You are going to stay away from Clementine. If I see you manipulate her against me, Troy, I will lose it. I will kill you," I warned through clenched teeth.

My body hurt so much that I could barely control myself.

"Wait, what is going on?" Yorick asked, turning away from Troy.

"He is sabotaging Clementine’s relationships. He is making himself look like a hero," I yelled.

The pain kept spreading through my body. It was the same pain I felt before a transition, and I knew it.

I needed to get away from them, but part of me wanted to stay so I could hurt Troy.

"Well, it is not my fault that you all are scumbags to her," Troy finally remarked in front of Yorick and Haiden.

The two looked at him, realizing their friend was not loyal to them.

He wanted Clementine for himself.

Haiden, who had been warning me that he would take her from me, finally understood there was another competitor, and it was Troy.

The fact that there was a competition hurt me deeply.

I did not understand under what conditions Clementine had kissed him, but I felt truly defeated.

"You are such an asshole," Yorick yelled at Troy, but I could no longer listen to them.

At this point, I felt like I needed to get away from there. Besides, I had been asked to go and see my father.

A lurker had come by again.

Everybody looked at me because they had to stay quiet in front of the lurker, waiting for me to leave so they could continue arguing.

I sped past them and even rushed past the lurker, moving briskly toward the phone booth.

A few steps away from it stood the dark mansion, my father’s place.

’Not right now, not right now,’ I kept repeating to myself, letting my wolf know he was not supposed to transition. I needed to speak with my father.

As soon as I entered the mansion, I dropped to my knees and placed my hands on the ground to steady myself.

"My son," my father’s thunderous voice called, and I looked up at him.

He rushed down the stairs, quickly taking off his mask, tossing it aside, and gesturing for the lurkers to leave.

The moment the door was locked and it was just the two of us in the large dark mansion, he crouched down to help me get up, but I could not move.

All I could do was sit on my knees and look at him.

"Why? Why did you send me to the North? Why not Zian?" I asked him.

This question had been buried inside me for a long time. I had been a good kid, so why did I get punished?

After everything that happened, after Troy, Joshua, and everyone else got a chance to speak with Clementine while I was seen as the bad one, everyone tried to take the only happiness I had, Clementine, away from me.

I could not hold it in anymore. I finally voiced my emotions to my father.

My father placed his hand on my head, and I noticed a tear roll down his cheek.

"Because I promised your mother that I would keep you two safe. If I sent him there, he would turn into a full monster, but you– you would fight the monsters and return," he replied.

There was pain in his voice as he spoke those words.