The Alpha's Fated Mate Is an Outcast-Chapter 99

Alexis staggered toward him. "I’m...I’m sorry... I didn’t know."

"How would you? I never told you about it."

Keelion kept the flowers down and straightened up with a light smile on his face. He walked over to the bench close to the tombstone and sat down on it. "Sit," he said to her.

Alexis sat down next to him and shifted closer until they were gummed to each other.

"What was she like?" she asked.

"Hm..." Keelion hummed under her breath. "She was delicate, very, and filled with...so much love that even a man that didn’t deserve it could get it. Your mother reminded me of her."

She looked at him. "My mother?"

"Yes. They are both....very kind, sweet, warm, and very loving, I suppose. And if they have something in common, it’s loving a man that never reciprocated it."

Alexis swallowed. "Keelion—"

"My father never loved my mother. He somehow got her pregnant and then he had no choice but to marry her, you know, so people wouldn’t talk. Lorcan is older, so she was pregnant with him then. My mother is too innocent, so in her mind, she just...I suppose she kept thinking that eventually, even if my father didn’t love her, he would like her."

She asked, "Did...did he?"

Keelion shook his head. "No." He breathed. "He never did, not even when he still got her pregnant with me. He was just...using her because she was a dominant omega. Superior bloodline—whatever it could be called. When people endure, there is a point where they can’t take it anymore. My mother got to that point and killed herself on my sixteenth birthday."

Alexis choked on her breath, eyes fluttering as it suddenly started to sting.

"She hanged herself. She had enough and committing suicide was a way to free herself, at least that’s what she thought." A small breath fled from him. "I resented her for a while, because she left me, without a warning, without a goodbye, nothing at all. She just did, almost as if she didn’t think of me or Lorcan at all, but that’s not true, because I know she loved us, she always did... Lorcan though...he thinks it’s his fault."

"Why?’ Alexis stared at him.

Keelion shrugged. "If my mother hadn’t gotten pregnant with him, none of it would have happened. My mother would probably still be alive, starting a family with maybe a man who loved her. Her smiles, she would still have them and everything."

"You don’t...think it’s his fault though, do you?"

"No." He shook his head. "How could it be the fault of a baby who didn’t ask to be born?"

Alexis lowered her head, gaze stuck on her fidgety hands.

Keelion heard sniffles and looked at her, his expression contracting with pure confusion. "Alexis?" he snatched her by the jaw, tilting her head up to make her look at him.

"Why are you crying?"

"I’m sad," she responded. "A-and I really miss my mother."

An immediate pang of pain worse than what he’d just been feeling doubled down on his chest and his forehead constricted. He rubbed his thumb underneath her eye, wiping off the bubbles of tears.

"She was very sweet to me."

Alexis met his gaze.

"Every single one of those times I met her," he completed. "She even cooked for me once and went on for a while about you."

She blinked at him. "M-my mother?" freёwebnoѵel.com

Keelion nodded. "That’s why I said she reminded me of my mother. She has this warmth about her very similar to what my mother had. Her kindness, the way she talked. Her meals were very nice and homely. It’s a kind of feeling I can’t explain. I’m not sure how to. She just...felt like a mother."

Alexis sniffled harder and dropped her head against his shoulder.

He ruffled her hair. "My mother was a florist."

"Is that why everywhere is filled with flowers?" she inquired.

He nodded. "I wanted to make everything comfortable for her. She liked flowers a lot. Growing them, picking them, giving them out as gifts. She spent a lot of time on them and even had names for some of her flowers. I always found it weird."

"That she named them?"

"Yes." He laughed. "Who does that? My mother was a weirdo sometimes."

Alexis finally cracked a smile. She said, "My mother liked books a lot."

"Books?"

"Yes, she loved reading. Different types of books. It was the only interest she had. Oh, cooking too. But she really loved reading and you could say she was a book collector. She just randomly visits the library on a weekend and grabs whatever she wants."

A smile planted itself on Keelion’s lips.

"Did you have interest in them?"

"Not really." Alexis shook her head. "I love painting. It was the only thing I was interested in. The only thing I excelled in and knew how to do even with my eyes closed. But my father did eventually take them away from me."

That wiped off Keelion’s smile.

He questioned, "Why?"

"I don’t know." She shrugged as if it didn’t bother her, but he knew it did. "I think he was just angry with me. I was a burden to him and I could put him in a lot of trouble if anyone found out he was a father to an outcast."

Keelion’s hands balled into fists, but Alexis shook her head at him."It’s been so long. Don’t get angry about it."

"Do you still like painting?"

"Yes, I could never stop liking it. I told you it’s the only thing that makes me happy. Well, except food." She cackled and rested her head against his shoulder.

Keelion subconsciously nodded. "Okay," was his only response.

She grabbed his hand and weaved her finger with his. She asked, "Have you ever brought anyone here or you come alone?"

He smirked and chuckled, before shaking his head. "Alone, doll. My mother wouldn’t like anyone else here, except you," he said as he stared at the butterflies fluttering around the place.

"You think she would like me?"

"Very much, actually," he responded. "I knew my mother the best and I know the kind of people she liked. And she would have loved you a lot."

His palm cupped her cheek and he tilted her head up, enough that he was able to meet her lips, kissing her.

The rest of the pole lamps surrounding the grave flickered rapidly and suddenly came to life on their own. Burning brightly.

But neither of the two noticed.