LUCIUS
Right now, despair is all I can feel. Right now, the only thing on my mind is how I can make amends with Freya's parents. Even though I knew my statements must have harmed them both, I didn't mean to. I was aware that none of them could simply forgive me. I was aware that it would be detrimental to know what I had done because it would only make me feel guilty. I'm sorry for the way I spoke with them.
Although I was aware that she couldn't attempt something of that nature, my fury and indignation had led me to believe everything.
Although I was aware that I would never be able to ask for forgiveness and be granted it, I'm willing to give it a shot. When I told her all those things, I didn't know what was wrong with me. I have to say that I'm sorry for what I did. I feel awful, and I can't seem to quit blaming myself.
I'm willing to apologize because I realized how much my words would have upset her. Selene is to blame for this, and for that, I am furious. I felt guilty all the time.
I couldn't get enough sleep, which is why I woke up with a migraine like every other day. I wish I could apologize to Freya, but I don't think it's feasible. It seems as though I got lost on an island. I made a concerted effort to push away the pictures of me berating Freya and her parents. I'm prepared to make apologies because I feel guilty. I would stop at nothing to win Freya's and her parents' forgiveness, but first I must apologize to them for what I said the day before.
Even though I was aware that I had no idea where I was in the pack, I was nevertheless prepared to ask for help finding her parents' house. I'm not sure about Freya, but I have a feeling that they would forgive me even though I knew it may be difficult.
I softly rubbed my eyes with my fingers and let out a heavy sigh. I stepped off the bed, stretching my body and letting out a yawn. I headed for the bathroom and gave myself a tooth brush. I took off my clothes and placed them in the laundry basket that was located in the restroom.
I was in the bathroom having my bath, and all I could think about was Freya. I could feel the gentle splash of water against my back. I kept thinking about what she had done to me. I knew that most of the stuff I had in my old pack was not from her. Omegas were forced to perform menial tasks in my last pack, but I detested doing it. I've had to force myself to do that for the entire pack, and now I'm getting the same treatment. Here, I rarely ever notice my clothes; all I do is sleep and wake up.
I regret it all since I knew I wasn't telling Freya the truth. Although I thought she would be open to letting me leave her pack, the fact is that I'm not interested in doing so. I have grown devoted to this pack, and in addition, there seems to be some unseen force pulling me to stay in it; therefore, I don't want to leave. A few days ago, after I recovered completely from the affects of the chilly chamber, I would have departed right away.
I put a towel around my waist and left the restroom. I headed for my closet, which was stocked with a variety of medium-sized outfits. I'm not sure how they obtained my measurements, but I suppose it was when I was unconscious. I pulled out a blue shirt and a pair of black jeans as I continued to browse around my wardrobe. I wrapped the towel around my waist to dry my body, then I changed into the outfit I had chosen earlier.
I waited for the woman who usually brings my lunch to arrive while sitting on the bed. Soon after, the woman arrived, and from the plate she was holding, I could smell roasted beans in the distance. I was certain that's what she brought.
"Good morning," she said with a lowered head.
"Morning, what's up for breakfast?" She let out a deep sigh in response to my question.
She said, "Beacons and eggs," and I took the plate from her with a smile on my face.
With a furious grin, I finished the food and returned the plate to her. She handed me the water she had brought with her, and I quickly drank it.
"Do you take Freya's food to her room?" She would usually take Freya's food to her room ever since the day we started fighting and me being in this pack, so I was curious to know whether that would actually happen. I've always been curious as to why she no longer dines at the dining hall.
"No, I didn't. "I heard her say, "She went to the dining hall to eat," and I nodded. I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling I had. I was positive that what I had said had infuriated her. I was aware that she would need to make some choices, and I also knew that I wouldn't be happy with whatever she chose. Nervousness sent a shudder down my spine.
I remarked to her, "I need a favor from you," and she gave me a curious look.
She said, "I will do it if it's within my power," and I smiled back at her.
I said, "I want you to take me to your former alpha's house; I need to see them for something important," but I couldn't help but wonder why I was saying it.
She asked, "When are you leaving?" and I got off the bed.
I answered, "We can leave right now," and she gave me a smile before pointing the way.
The pack members greeted me in a mutter as we left the house, and all I could do was nod. Before long, we arrived at her parents' home, and I was on my own. I complimented Freya's parents on what to do while I gazed at their door. I was aware that I couldn't just walk in there and say whatever I wanted to say. Although I was aware that my actions had harmed Cynthia the most, Stephen was understanding.
When I softly knocked on the door, it almost instantly pulled open.
Cynthia cynically remarked, "Finally, we have someone who visits us," as she opened the door. She smiled, but it disappeared the moment she saw me.
The smile disappeared, proving my assumption that she was aware that I was at the door and that she was no longer upset with me. The fact that I was the one who was causing her grief made me sad.
She questioned aggressively, "What the hell are you looking for here?" I groaned deeply, unsure of how to respond.
"Who is at the door?" Cynthia interrupted Stephen before I could respond. I heard him say something.
She said, "Nobody is at the door," and I couldn't help but feel bad for upsetting such a kind and gracious woman. I was aware that she was still upset with me for my previous outburst at her.
"I'm sorry for yesterday; it wasn't my intention; I was carried away by my anger." I apologize for my words and actions. I'll accept any penalty you deem fit. "With tears in my eyes, I said, 'I am going to beg your daughter next, and I hope she forgives me." I felt like I was being strangled by something or someone, and the cold shoulders I was receiving weren't helping at all.
Her words, "It's okay, I understand," surprised me as she gave me a hug. I was unable to comprehend or accept the fact that she had already extended her forgiveness to me.
"You have no idea how much this means to me," I replied, pulling away from the hug, and she grinned. "Thanks so much.
She said, "You can come in," and I did so, taking in each room's exquisite décor as I entered the house. I was staring at the home nonstop, in amazement at what I was seeing.
A voice said, "Look who we have here," and I leaped up in disbelief. I turned to face the voice, and sure enough, it was Stephen. He frowned as he looked at me.
When I said, "Good morning," he rolled his eyes.
"What do you want?" "I thought you said you didn't want anything to do with us." I couldn't help but smile when he stated it in a playful way.
"Sorry about all that; I overreacted yesterday." I repeated, "I was frustrated by my anger," and he grinned.
He said, "Come over here and give me a hug," and as I approached him, he gave me a firm hug.