Chapter 14: Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Xavier's Pov

"Xavier?"

"Levine??"

"Xavier!" she was yelling.

In my sleep, I heard my mother scream. The sound of a door knocking from downstairs interrupted my deep sleep, as I was a heavy sleeper.

I walked out of the room, perplexed, looking around. I walked downstairs and saw my mother's leg chained in the heavy chain that was impossible to break, her orange hair tangled, she was in the nightgown, and fear in my mother's eyes.

I dashed over to her in the living room and measured the length of the chain that was attached to the wall. "How did you end up like this?"

She said nothing and just stared at me with her wet, crystal-yellow eyes.

"Who did this to you? What's going on, Mom?" when I felt something strange in the house.

I touched the heavy, heated chain when she was pushing me away because she didn't want me to get hurt, but I still tried to break it and tried hard to free her from the chains, but she pulled me up closer to her and put both hands on my cheeks while looking into my eyes.

"Le... Levine, please take Levine," her voice was trembling.

"Take him with you," she couldn't speak properly because her mouth had already given out, and something was preventing her from engaging in conversation with me.

She pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks like a river. Her sad expression told me she had already given up on life. She was the strongest woman I had ever seen, but I couldn't believe she had already given up, which was difficult for me to comprehend.

I remembered how she fought alongside my father to protect the Oak pack, making many sacrifices and inspiring us all with her bravery stories. She was an invincible warrior.

"Go," she said.

"No, I'm not leaving you; where is the father?" I inquired.

She didn't respond while openly crying, which made me feel even more insecure. I began searching around the house, but he wasn't there, and I noticed smoke coming from the room under the door.

I ran towards it, kicked it, and broke the locked door, seeing the room collapse as fire consumed the entire room, my eyes racing faster to examine the entire room, but no one was there.

The fire was quickly encircling the entire house. The minutes and seconds were ticking like a bomb, the time was less, and smoking spread.

I ran back to my mother in the living room and tried desperately to break the chain, but she knew she couldn't, and she begged again.

"Please, please take Levine with you," she was yelling and crying at the same time.

I looked around for Levine, but my gaze was drawn to a month-old baby who was wrapped in a white blanket and cried as the fire appeared on the ceiling in his direction.

I felt fear, a fear of the thought of losing her; she was there when I couldn't save her, but why was that so difficult and impossible? I was powerless.

"Take Levine!" she cried, pointing to the baby on the table.

My hands were sweaty, my body was numb, and I didn't want to lose her at any cost. I was considering giving up; I wanted to be with her in her final moments, and I wanted to burn with her while trying to save her without regrets.

"Please leave, Xavier," she said.

I felt empty as I turned away from her; the thought of never seeing her again broke my heart; the pain in my chest was intense; and I just couldn't make myself walk away from her while she was screaming for me to leave that burning house.

I failed to flee from her, the mother who gave birth to me; the thought of leaving her was painful, so I returned to face her.

She yelled at me, "Leave!"

I was more afraid of losing her than of her screaming. I hugged her tightly; she was struggling, but I wouldn't let her go. While the baby cried and the heat of the fire spread throughout the house,

"I beg you, Xavier, please, " she was crying even more.

guts to go out. I was losing every second, and I wanted to stay that way with her. My eyes were like a waterfall, and I couldn't stop myself. The baby's crying increased the pressure on me to save the baby.

"I would not forgive you if you did not save Levine; leave," she was struggling to get me to move away from her.

As the fire quickly consumed the house, I noticed the ceiling was about to collapse on the baby.

I let her go without even looking her in the eyes, instead picking up the baby and stopping at the main door. One more step could get me out of the house, but the courage I was trying to gather was insufficient.

I returned my attention to her, and she was waving her last goodbye to me with a small smile on her face. I had lost everything, including control of my emotions, and cried openly while holding the baby in my arms. Her eyes were talking, but her lips were silent.

I was crying more and more. The fire was getting louder, and the baby's crying was ripping my ears open.

Everything went dark and blank suddenly. a dead silence.

I sat on the bed with my wet eyes open. I was sweating profusely and struggling to control my emotions, but I couldn't stop myself from crying in real life after a strange dream.

That dream I saw once or twice a month—there was a hidden message I couldn't figure out, or it was just a trauma I'd been carrying around for years.

None of that was true, but the house we used to live in was in the city, surrounded by humans, and we moved out when I was a teenager. My mother was never chained in the living room, and the baby I carried in my arms, whom my mother referred to as Levine, was not Levine but unknown.

I was not present when my parents were brutally murdered. I arrived 30 minutes later to surprise them on their wedding anniversary and found them dead, covered in blood all over the house. I did not expect to see them breathless after years when I returned home.

Levine was never seen around, and it took me 5 years to find him. I found him, but he ran away after a week to exact revenge on those who murdered our parents, and I had not met Levine since then, but I was looking for him.

I emerged from the tree house I built for Levine. We used to talk about building the tree house together when our mother teased us and our father encouraged us to build.

I used to use the tree house whenever I felt suffocated, and I enjoyed the night view when the jungle came alive at night. The old breeze brushed against my hair, and the bright moon was in the night sky. The jungle music was a mix of animals and insects singing.

I couldn't return because Sansa had taken over my room. I didn't mind sleeping outside. I was willing to go to any length to win her heart. I'd tried to distance myself from the thought of her, but I couldn't.

I kept thinking about her that night, and I didn't notice when the darkness gave way to light. I was out of my mind; I'd never had feelings like that before.

That was too fast. I had only recently met Sansa, who was not only sweet and soft with me, but her stubborn and rebellious nature made her a dangerously attractive woman, and I was the man she despised who crushed her dreams. I was drawn to her despite not knowing the outcome of our relationship, which had not even begun.

To avoid being seen inside the mansion, I jumped onto the balcony of my room, which was open just as I had left it the night before. I walked inside the room and watched Sansa sleeping against the bed while sitting. Her legs were wrapped in a blanket.

I'm curious about what she was thinking about before falling asleep. because she was sitting while sleeping

The sun was kissing her milky face while I desired it. Half of her face was hidden by her light brown, shiny hair, and I leaned closer to her face.

I slowly pulled her hair away from her face to reveal her full face. Her skin glowed like flowers. I leaned back as the delightful scent of her skin drew me closer to her.

My desire was secondary to her comfort. I drew the curtain open to block out the light. I went to the wardrobe to choose my outfit and then exited the room through the main door.

I was walking downstairs when I noticed everyone standing there, looking upset, disappointed, and angry. Edward must have told them about Sansa's half-human ancestry. If they knew, they would not accept her.

"What are you going to do now, Xavier?" a serious Adam asked.

I didn't know what to say because I was trying not to lose myself. I couldn't abandon the Oak Pack, but I also couldn't abandon Sansa at any cost.

Ruth raged. "This is not right; kill her."

Edward avoided making eye contact with me, and I could see the hatred in their eyes; they would do anything to get what they wanted.

"If you plan on spearing her life, I will kill her," Amara raged.

"Kill her or we will," finally Edward spat.

"She deserves to die," lamented Ruth.

Bella's voice passed through the crowd, and everyone turned to look at her. "If it's difficult for you."

Bella's sharp eyes were piercing me. "We're all here, and everyone is eager to do the job."

The pack's most poisonous member was staring right into my eyes from a distance. She was getting on my nerves.

They were all getting closer to me, and I began to plan my next move. Their eyes spoke louder than their lips. And I was the one they were expecting to hear back from.