Chapter 229-It Is Much Better Being Alone

Chapter 229: 229-It Is Much Better Being Alone


Troy:


"You haven’t said a word to me since you returned," my mother scolded, slapping the back of my hand.


The entire family seemed determined to ruin my day. We were in a luxurious hotel on its top floor, while the rest of the floors were occupied by our pack members.


I didn’t even know why they had all come. It wasn’t like anyone actually cared about me. If they did, they wouldn’t have sent me to the academy to die in the North.


"I wanted to rest, not deal with all these shenanigans," I muttered. As I tried to lean back, my mother smacked the back of my neck, forcing me to sit up again. I shook my head angrily. I was so annoyed at this point.


Ever since I’d arrived, my mother had been on my back. It has been two full days now.


"As a mother, I want to know everything about your life. If you’re not going to tell me, who will, huh? You know you’re my only one. Troy, don’t hurt me like your father did," she pleaded, and I started to feel bad.


She wasn’t wrong, though. My mother had been wronged by my father so badly that I didn’t know how I would ever fix her broken heart. My father, on the other hand, didn’t care or understand anything. He had just happily tossed her aside.


"I’m so sorry. I should have been more considerate," I replied, feeling guilty now.


"Anyway, it’s fine. I’m doing well there," I added, trying to reassure her.


Ever since I’d returned, I had noticed how my older brother had been acting. Messi was a weirdo. I never got along with him. There were many reasons for that, apart from the fact he was my half-brother. The main reason was his interest in Clementine.


"Anything else? I heard that girl is in your dorm room," my mother finally said, voicing what had been bothering her.


I knew she meant Clementine. My mother didn’t like her. After everything that happened and how Clementine betrayed me, my mother openly told me she didn’t like her.


"Yeah, she’s a good one though," I said, noticing my mother trying to meet my eyes.


I kept looking away, not because I felt guilty about being friends with Clementine, but because I hated every time my mother started talking about her.


"Anyway, I’d suggest you stay away from her. She’s gotten you in trouble once before. This time it will be deadlier because the consequences will be harsh," my mother tried to explain, but I raised a finger to silence her.


"Please, Mom, can you not? It’s been years now. She was fifteen for heaven’s sake. We were both children. Children make mistakes," I tried to excuse Clementine’s past behavior, which made my mother grab my hand and pull me forward to get my attention.


I instantly gave her eye contact because of how hard she pulled.


"No, I will not let you forget her betrayal. She was your friend. She was supposed to stay on your side. All this could have been avoided. But no, she’s the reason you were sent to the academy. She doomed you years before you were finally sent away," she hissed, and I began to nod my head.


"Fine, Mom. I just don’t want you to keep talking about her," I urged, freeing my hand from hers and rubbing my face in my hands.


It was a constant battle at home. ’Messi is better than you. Messi is doing this. Messi is doing that. Messi will have an alpha mate. Messi will become an alpha.’ I was so tired of the comparison. I didn’t want to be like Messi. I didn’t care who he mated with.


My mother didn’t even know I was mated to the best crusader and alpha. But of course, that meant nothing to her because my accomplishments, or anything dear to me, were always overlooked.


"Anyway, get ready and come downstairs. Your father has an announcement to make," my mother whispered as she kissed my head.


I hated how my mother had suffered so much at the hands of my father. I didn’t understand the concept of a man having so many mates. And then it hit me, why did Clementine have so many mates?


It was the first case, and we hadn’t even thought about discovering it yet. But I was determined to do my research while I was here.


If only I was allowed to go around and find the library here. I sighed and got up, grabbing the suit my mom had brought for me because my father wanted me to wear it.


This was my vacation. This was supposed to be a special celebration for me. But Messi had overtaken it as well. It was always about Messi. The food they were preparing was for Messi. If they liked him so much and felt so little about me, why the hell did they come here? They should have just let my mother come. I would have been fine.


After I was ready, I walked out of the bathroom, gave my head a good shake, and instead of using gel, I just ran my hand through my hair before leaving the room with my mother.


It was a set of luxury suites, but the main one was given to Messi as always, even though it had been booked for me. I didn’t care and avoided an argument. As long as I had a bed and a closed door, I was fine.


I reached the big hall where the dining table was set for us and noticed everyone was dressed very perfectly. It looked like they were headed somewhere.


Messi was wearing a white suit. His hair was perfectly gelled and slicked back. I wore a black suit, all black.


I sat with my mother, noticing my father glance at me, then at her, before he stretched out his hand and held my stepmother’s hand, making sure my mother saw it.


I clenched my fist because I hated those actions from my father, but I could tell there was more to come.


"I know you wanted to rest, but we’ve decided to let you know that your half-brother is getting married soon. So, we’re taking you with us to meet his fiancée’s family," my father stated, making me frown. Since when did they include me in their personal celebrations? That was sketchy. Something was off, but I couldn’t tell what.


Even if I wanted to stay behind, I wasn’t allowed. So I agreed to go and meet his fiancée’s family.