TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 88: Chapter 88
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: HOME SWEET HOME
SILAS' POV:
The Bloodmoon mansion finally rolls into view after a few hours on the road.
'Home sweet home' most would say, but it was simply home to me, preferable a place containing memories of childhood a few good ones, and all the bad ones all together.
In spite of bad memories, I remind myself that I am here for strictly business with father. Our relationship is already strained but i hope silently that there's a perfect explanation for what's happening, the threats and the transfer. There had to be.
He's crazy but he had never dared to interfere in my private life as long as I did what he wanted which was being in a relationship with Elena for all those years.
"Alpha, we've arrived." the driver speaks from behind the screen separating the driver's seat from the back of the limo.
I nod waiting for a bit before the door pulls open by a separate guard by the entrance.
I step out finally taking in the fresh air and adjusting the lines of my suit blazer to remove all creases. Mother loves dressing formally for dinner and most importantly hates creases. A neat freak in her own way.
"Silas" she yells dashing out from the front door of our lavish home.
Speak of the devil.
"Mother," I say simply smiling as I engulf her in my arms.
She squeezes me tightly just as she's always done even with me being basically an adult none of that matters to her.
A few seconds later she pulls away rubbing her hands over my jacket to remove any crease.
"You never call or drop by these days..." Her nagging begins almost instantly. "...don't you miss your mother, this is your home and you should be here as often as possible."
She frowns looking up to me instilling guilt within me just like that. I sigh smiling just a bit.
"I'm sorry; I just have a lot on my plate. I missed you too mother."
The words are enough to remove the frown on her face. In seconds it morphs into a wide grin before she reaches out and tugs on my cheeks like she's always done in my childhood.
"If you're sorry drop by more often."
"Of course," I mumbled in between squished cheeks.
Satisfied, she drops her hands from them.
Now that she seems in a brighter mood my faces grows more coldly.
"Is father home?" I ask.
She watches me and just from looking she already knows. She sighs nodding her head.
"He is, but he's working right now. You know your father hates to be disturbed."
I scoff now gnashing on my teeth. All I can think of right now is the possibility he's too busy making calls to ensure Freya remains where ever she's locked up in.
Mother places her hands on my shoulders with a worried look.
"Are you and your father going to have a squabble again?"
Her question and the look in her eyes instill guilt again. I wish that we weren't honestly, for mother's sake, but this wasn't something I could take on or over look.
I place my hands on hers resting on my shoulder and give it a little squeeze.
I can't guarantee we won't but I still want to reassure her some way.
"We will talk once he's free."
She nods offering a small smile.
"Fine, let's go in. You need to rest a bit before dinner starts in an hour."
I nod following her in.
While my mother gets dinner really with the help of servants I wait impatiently my room. I have to find some way to distract myself and stop myself from barging into his office and ruining the day for mother.
She hasn't seen me home in a while so I bet she has high expectations for today.
So instead of causing a scene, I pace round my bedroom I haven't stayed in for almost a year reminiscing on the old memories that came with them.
The most things that stand out are the dozen trophies
I won for every sport I participated in in my earlier days in school. They each represented just how much I was pushed and modeled into perfection.
I am grateful for those days because they have made me into the man that I am now, but for the first time I don't want to forfeit the precious people around me to satisfy his thirst for perfection.
I want a future with Freya.
It sounds stupid and maybe a little drastic. The idea might frighten her, but I am willing to wait as long as I need to have her for myself.
There's a knock from behind me. I turn to look at mother standing by the door. Her once free fiery red hair is pinned away from her face and she's now wearing her apron.
"So this is where you were." She comments stepping in as well.
Just like I had done her eyes move round the room with a smile playing at her lips fondly.
"This place brings back so much memories of your childhood. Who would have thought such a neglectful son of mine used to be a cry baby in diapers?
I groan now.
"What? It's true. You clung to me so tightly and cried for hour, at some point I thought of giving you away."
"Yes, I know, you've told this story countless time." I drawl.
She chuckles whole heartedly and warmly that I can't keep my tired expression for too long. I'm force to smile along with her antics.
"Whatever. Dinner is ready." She says once her laugh solely fades. "And your father is waiting."
His name alone is enough to kill the mood. I nod and follow her out of the room.
We walk down familiar hall ways before we finally emerge into the dining room.
The long table is filled with a long of different delicious looking food with most being my favorite dishes. My gut makes a sound and I realize just how hungry I might be.
At the far end of a table sits my father, Alpha King
Darius.
As I walk closer to him I notice the small smile that looks more of a smirk playing at his lips. "Son!" he rises to his feet just as we approach. First he moves close to mother dropping kiss on her cheeks making her blush and being all lovey-dovey.
They share a brief look before he turns to me again. "We were surprised when we heard you were finally coming home for a visit seeing as you rarely bother to check in on your mother and I." He begins.
I see through that constructed smile he's good at wearing that makes him seem like the perfect father he's far from.
"I'm mostly busy." I respond stiffly
"You should visit more often and keep in touch with your mother." He pushes again
"Maybe mother wouldn't miss me so much if you worked less and paid more attention to her." I snap back.
The tension between us grows thick immediately.
"Okay guys that's enough." She calls out stepping between the both of us.
He smiles back having successfully riled me up like the psychopath he is, constantly trying to make me look back once I don't run things through him or do exactly what he wants he always does this as a form of punishment.
"Let's sit down for dinner." She says attempting to diffuse the already bubbling situation at hand.
I look away from him doing as I'm told and sitting on the opposite side of her, regretfully also beside him. From the smile and look he gives me I can already tell this isn't over.
It's going to be a long and eventful dinner, just like old times.
SILAS' POV:
The Bloodmoon mansion finally rolls into view after a few hours on the road.
'Home sweet home' most would say, but it was simply home to me, preferable a place containing memories of childhood a few good ones, and all the bad ones all together.
In spite of bad memories, I remind myself that I am here for strictly business with father. Our relationship is already strained but i hope silently that there's a perfect explanation for what's happening, the threats and the transfer. There had to be.
He's crazy but he had never dared to interfere in my private life as long as I did what he wanted which was being in a relationship with Elena for all those years.
"Alpha, we've arrived." the driver speaks from behind the screen separating the driver's seat from the back of the limo.
I nod waiting for a bit before the door pulls open by a separate guard by the entrance.
I step out finally taking in the fresh air and adjusting the lines of my suit blazer to remove all creases. Mother loves dressing formally for dinner and most importantly hates creases. A neat freak in her own way.
"Silas" she yells dashing out from the front door of our lavish home.
Speak of the devil.
"Mother," I say simply smiling as I engulf her in my arms.
She squeezes me tightly just as she's always done even with me being basically an adult none of that matters to her.
A few seconds later she pulls away rubbing her hands over my jacket to remove any crease.
"You never call or drop by these days..." Her nagging begins almost instantly. "...don't you miss your mother, this is your home and you should be here as often as possible."
She frowns looking up to me instilling guilt within me just like that. I sigh smiling just a bit.
"I'm sorry; I just have a lot on my plate. I missed you too mother."
The words are enough to remove the frown on her face. In seconds it morphs into a wide grin before she reaches out and tugs on my cheeks like she's always done in my childhood.
"If you're sorry drop by more often."
"Of course," I mumbled in between squished cheeks.
Satisfied, she drops her hands from them.
Now that she seems in a brighter mood my faces grows more coldly.
"Is father home?" I ask.
She watches me and just from looking she already knows. She sighs nodding her head.
"He is, but he's working right now. You know your father hates to be disturbed."
I scoff now gnashing on my teeth. All I can think of right now is the possibility he's too busy making calls to ensure Freya remains where ever she's locked up in.
Mother places her hands on my shoulders with a worried look.
"Are you and your father going to have a squabble again?"
Her question and the look in her eyes instill guilt again. I wish that we weren't honestly, for mother's sake, but this wasn't something I could take on or over look.
I place my hands on hers resting on my shoulder and give it a little squeeze.
I can't guarantee we won't but I still want to reassure her some way.
"We will talk once he's free."
She nods offering a small smile.
"Fine, let's go in. You need to rest a bit before dinner starts in an hour."
I nod following her in.
While my mother gets dinner really with the help of servants I wait impatiently my room. I have to find some way to distract myself and stop myself from barging into his office and ruining the day for mother.
She hasn't seen me home in a while so I bet she has high expectations for today.
So instead of causing a scene, I pace round my bedroom I haven't stayed in for almost a year reminiscing on the old memories that came with them.
The most things that stand out are the dozen trophies
I won for every sport I participated in in my earlier days in school. They each represented just how much I was pushed and modeled into perfection.
I am grateful for those days because they have made me into the man that I am now, but for the first time I don't want to forfeit the precious people around me to satisfy his thirst for perfection.
I want a future with Freya.
It sounds stupid and maybe a little drastic. The idea might frighten her, but I am willing to wait as long as I need to have her for myself.
There's a knock from behind me. I turn to look at mother standing by the door. Her once free fiery red hair is pinned away from her face and she's now wearing her apron.
"So this is where you were." She comments stepping in as well.
Just like I had done her eyes move round the room with a smile playing at her lips fondly.
"This place brings back so much memories of your childhood. Who would have thought such a neglectful son of mine used to be a cry baby in diapers?
I groan now.
"What? It's true. You clung to me so tightly and cried for hour, at some point I thought of giving you away."
"Yes, I know, you've told this story countless time." I drawl.
She chuckles whole heartedly and warmly that I can't keep my tired expression for too long. I'm force to smile along with her antics.
"Whatever. Dinner is ready." She says once her laugh solely fades. "And your father is waiting."
His name alone is enough to kill the mood. I nod and follow her out of the room.
We walk down familiar hall ways before we finally emerge into the dining room.
The long table is filled with a long of different delicious looking food with most being my favorite dishes. My gut makes a sound and I realize just how hungry I might be.
At the far end of a table sits my father, Alpha King
Darius.
As I walk closer to him I notice the small smile that looks more of a smirk playing at his lips. "Son!" he rises to his feet just as we approach. First he moves close to mother dropping kiss on her cheeks making her blush and being all lovey-dovey.
They share a brief look before he turns to me again. "We were surprised when we heard you were finally coming home for a visit seeing as you rarely bother to check in on your mother and I." He begins.
I see through that constructed smile he's good at wearing that makes him seem like the perfect father he's far from.
"I'm mostly busy." I respond stiffly
"You should visit more often and keep in touch with your mother." He pushes again
"Maybe mother wouldn't miss me so much if you worked less and paid more attention to her." I snap back.
The tension between us grows thick immediately.
"Okay guys that's enough." She calls out stepping between the both of us.
He smiles back having successfully riled me up like the psychopath he is, constantly trying to make me look back once I don't run things through him or do exactly what he wants he always does this as a form of punishment.
"Let's sit down for dinner." She says attempting to diffuse the already bubbling situation at hand.
I look away from him doing as I'm told and sitting on the opposite side of her, regretfully also beside him. From the smile and look he gives me I can already tell this isn't over.
It's going to be a long and eventful dinner, just like old times.
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