The Broken Mate

Chapter 47

Blake's POV

I fell to my knee, breathing heavily, panting like I would lose my breath. My mother's last statement was ringing continuously in my head, sending terror all through me as I wondered if it was all true.

This should be a dream. Maybe a nightmare, which I was going to wake up from. I don't want this to be reality. It just doesn't have to be. Lola can't be dead!

"Son, can you stop all this? Can you fucking stop grieving over a wolf? What has come over you?" Daddy yelled out in frustration, glaring hard at me.

I opened my mouth to talk. Yes, I wanted to yell back and tell him to his face that he should never call me his son. I felt the greatest need to fight my mother for causing me such deep pain, but all my strength is gone.

I felt empty inside me, like a shallow building up inside my heart; that space was occupied by Lola.

I was already in tears. It was clearly falling down my cheeks as the reality was settling into my brain. Lola is dead.

"Blake, tell me these are fake tears! You are not crying over her, are you?" "Dad asked, standing up from his throne and walking forward to me with raised brows.

"Oh, God, what sort of powerful charm was used on you? Those werewolves must be very cruel. If I hadn't killed Lola faster, it would have been disastrous for us!" My mother mumbled to my father in a surprised tone, and it was like a spear struck my heart as she repeated killing Lola.

"Mommy..." I called out, standing up as my heart panged more. The image of Lola was all that filled my head, especially her charming smile and beautiful eyes. I can clearly hear her voice speaking in my head.

"Tell me you were lying and just trying to see how I would react. Yes, tell me Lola isn't dead. The hunters didn't kill her, right?" I asked under my breath, praying it would all be a prank. I can't get myself to accept Lola's death. It will be a big trauma forever.

"Son, when did it escalate to this extent? Even after I had made you lose memories of her. She broke the spell and made you fall even deeper in love with her... she'

"Mommy! Stop! She didn't use a single spell on me! She isn't evil like other werewolves. I swear with my life!" My voice roared through the entire building as I fell back to my knees. My legs are tired of carrying me.

"The hunters are bringing her body here, so you will know that we've killed one of the enemies that took your sister's life. Better get back to your senses and stop being a freak!" She snorted, sitting back on her throne.

The other vampire members, who my parents were tending to before I barged in, were all dumbfounded and were staring at me in shock, their mouths agape. I knew I shouldn't be falling for a werewolf.

I know we used to be enemies, but how can I explain to them that Lola is my mate? The fated one for me. She is the one I was meant to be with.

"Take your seat and wait for her dead body to be brought in for you. Maybe that will bring you back to your senses...." Mom added, hissing at me.

"I hate you. Mom, I hate you for killing my...."

That was where my statement ended, as the door of the palace gave way that moment and we all turned to see who came in.

Five hunters stepped in and bowed to my parents, glancing at me in confusion.

"Her body is here. Because it is all bloody and disfigured, we couldn't bring it in. Who wants to see it?" One of them, who seemed to be their leader, spoke out, and I stood up weakly, swallowing the lumps in my throat.