The Dark Thrall Mating Olivia

Chapter Fifty-Four

"Fuck, Nick. I wouldn't. Livie is one of my best friends." Micheal said, shooting a glare at me. I knew he was pissed, I could feel his anger radiating through me.

"She was smiling at you and you were touching her stomach. I didn't want to mess things up for the two of you." I said, knowing that it was just an excuse. That I should have gone in there. Should have told her that I had messed up when I rejected her. That I was wrong.noveldrama

"Of course, I would touch her but it doesn't mean anything." He looked at me, the tops of his cheeks turning red. "I wouldn't touch her like that. She's my friend. She leaned on me when you left. After you rejected her, Livie had no one."

I ached at his words and my wolf let out a whine that slipped past my lips. Micheal's anger let up and the pressure lessened on me to submit. He looked away from me, towards the kids that were playing tag in front of the pack house. His gaze softened and I knew that I had fucked up. Micheal was a good alpha and a good friend. Of course, he would be there for a pack member who needed him. He wiped a hand over his face, his hand covering his mouth before he looked at me.

"She was alone and pregnant. We were never together. You should have fucking come back for her. I know that you loved Chelsea." He said, dropping his hands to his side. "But Livie was your fated mate."

"I know," I said, my chin hitting my chest. "I've messed up and I don't know how I'm going to fix it or if it even can be fixed. I'm going to try."

"Is that what you want?" Micheal asked.

Swallowing hard, I nodded. "Yes, I want to be in Olivia's life. I want to be there for our daughter. I have to fix this."

Micheal nodded, resting his hands on his slim hips he blew out a breath. "I'll call her and arrange a meeting. I'm warning you though if it's too late. I won't stop her from being with the dragons. She deserves to be happy..."

His unspoken words hung heavy in the air. He didn't need to say them. I already knew it. She deserves to be happy even if it's not with me.

I hoped that it wasn't too late, that there was still a chance for us to be together. I wanted to be with her, I was going to do everything that I could to try to fix what I had done.

"Thank you, alpha." I whispered, tilting my head to the side in submission.

"Don't thank me yet. You've got a lot of work ahead of you if you want to try to make things right with her. That's going to have to come from you." He said and I nodded, he was right. But, I was determined. I was going to show Livie just how important she and our daughter were to me.

I watched Micheal walk into the house; he dragged his hand through his hair. Messing up the bun before pulling it down and shaking out his dark red locks. I stood outside of the pack house, part of me wanted to go inside. It had been so long since I had been with my pack and it made me wonder why I had ever left.

Why I had thought that going with Chelsea would be enough for me. I had loved her. I'd been willing to give up everything to be with her.

Now, it felt like everything was falling apart. I wasn't sure where to start with making things up to Livie and our daughter, but I figured if anyone would know it would be my mom.

Pulling my phone out of my back pocket, I turned to face the treeline of the forest. Hoping that it would ease the ache deep inside of me for my pack. I scanned the treeline, sending up a prayer to the goddess that I would be able to fix things.

My mother was the one who had called me to warn me that Livie had a date. She was the one that had told me that I had a daughter. She wouldn't have done that if she didn't want me to try to be in their lives, right?

Swiping my thumb over the screen, I looked down at my phone. Scrolling through my contacts until I found my mother's name. I tapped the call button, lifting the phone up to my ear, hoping that she would take my call. That she would want to try to help me fix things if I even could. The call went to voicemail and I let out a sigh. I couldn't blame my mom for not wanting to talk to me right now. She and dad had raised me better than this. We didn't walk away from our responsibilities and I had done just that.

Livie and my mom probably thought I was a piece of shit and I couldn't blame them for it. I couldn't help but wish that I had done things differently. That I hadn't rejected Olivia. That I hadn't gone off to school with Chelsea.

Maybe if I had stuck around, she would have told me about the baby and I could have been there for them. There was so much wasted time that I could have spent with them. So many memories with our daughter that I wasn't a part of. I wanted to fix it all, but I wasn't sure what to do or even if it was too late to try to fix it.

Tucking my phone into my back pocket, I turned back towards the pack house. My brother was closing the front door. He was clad in a pair of gray sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt. A cup of steaming coffee clutched in his hand as he walked down the steps towards me.