Kendrick's POV.

I placed her in my room again and I stayed next to my bed for a whole two weeks, my Beta was taking responsibility for my pack at the moment. I just couldn't leave her side, I didn't want her waking up without my face being the first she sees. Of course I only left when there was a need for showering, but I used the adjoining bathroom to my room and I ate at my desk and changed my clothes in the walk-in closet when needed. I never thought I could care for someone so much, the desire to put her needs above my own is so great that if she asked me for the world I would do my best to give it to her. I've never felt this way before so I'm not sure what to call it.

There are similarities between us, much like her I didn't have the best example of what a true family and love is, or to tell the truth: I just had a really messed up and crooked one.

My parents were very young when they got together and although mate's are meant to be together; not every relationship turns out perfect. When they first met they were so in love, so on fire for each other but as the months and years passed it began to fade and the once strong couple became as broken as a fallen China pot.

I remember as a child and for most of my life, my parents fighting all the time. The arguments were so loud that not one person in our pack didn't know of the troubles that plagued their Alpha couple. My mother, now she's what everyone would call the perfect Luna. Thing is, no one outside of the pack knows what she dealt with at home. I'm pretty sure my father loved my mother but he had a problem. He struggled to stay faithful to her and would constantly go out drinking, partying and would sleep with other women while my mother stayed home running the pack at the same time raising me.

I hated seeing what he was doing to her, I didn't hate my father though, he loved me and treated me well on the occasional time I saw him but it was as if he was stuck in a world where he just couldn't grow up and chooses to live life the way he wants and denies acknowledging having a problem. Their fights always ended the same, my father would leave for the night then return early the next morning after partying and my mother withering in pain in their bed hoping for it all to stop. The fights would begin and my mother would lose a piece of herself each time as she broke down. One day I decided to sneak out of my room instead of staying inside as my mother asked me to when she brought up my breakfast. As I sat on the stairs that lead to the main floor of our large home, I saw my mother breaking down while yelling at my father for his partying and cheating ways. The force of her pain filled words and the truth that lay behind them set into my father and I watched as my father turned from a confident Alpha into a fallen broken man.

I watched as my father collapsed into a fit of tears, crying out that he wanted to stop but he couldn't, that he loved my mother and wanted to stop but he just didn't know how. He continuously promised he would never do it again as he kneeled at her feet, begging for her to believe him, to forgive him and each time my mother released her arms from the crossed pose they were in and embraced him. Tears fell from her eyes as she held my father to her chest raising her eyes to the ceiling; his arms holding her tightly against him, they both held onto each other as if they were one another's life lines. My mother would run her fingers through his hair each time and whisper sweet words into his ears to calm down his gasping tearful breaths as she kissed him wherever she could reach.

At Alpha gatherings everyone always thought my father was the great strong Alpha who took care of his pack but what they didn't know was that it was all my mother. I doubt they saw the pain filled smile on both of their faces as they looked at each other. Just as my mother took care of the pack she also took care of the pack's Alpha, and because she never complained or rebelled against him not one member of the pack tried to fight against him. Their loyalty to my mother was too strong, they would do anything for her. The pain and sorrow he inflicted on her was so strong and yet she was such an incredible woman. She never once raised her voice at anyone but showed the greatest love and kindness to them; not one memeber of the pack saw weakness in her. Although they knew my parents would fight they didn't know the times she would scream and cry in pain as she felt the affects of my father's cheating, sometimes I would walk to her room and crawl into bed as she cried and held onto me until it went away.

The damage it inflicted on her body was horrible, and when I was a teenager I made the mistake once of saying to my mother that I hate my father for doing what he is to her. Her system was becoming so weak and fragile even though her mind was stronger than ever. When I said those words I'd never seen my mother so angry with me, I was almost afraid she would hit me, even at that age of being sixteen but a good part of me knew she never would. After she told me to watch what I say she became quiet which made me nervous and I apologized continuously until she told me to hush in a calm voice. She pulled me into her arms and held me to her; she told me how we should not be angry and harbour hatred for my father but to love him more. He has a problem that neither she nor I can fix but he needed to figure out on his own, only he can stop the hurt he's giving. She said that if we love him hard enough then maybe he will choose to stop what he's doing, fight his problem and come back to loving both of us the way he is meant to.

So that's what I did, I believed in my mother's words and tried to love him as best I could; inside I always knew I would fall short. It shows still that I fall short because when I got into my early adult years, my father finally came to the realization that he could not continue living the life he was anymore, he explained to both my mother and I that he'd stopped finding that strange addicting fulfillment in sleeping outside his mate bond, finally after all these years, he's changed his behaviour after twenty-one years. I'm twenty-six now and my parents are finally the way they should be, my mother finally has her mate back and I'm still the one trying to get over the past. A part of me still holds anger and this hatred for my father, and I know I promised my mother I wouldn't. I know she's happy now but how can I just forgive the damage he inflicted, not just on my mother but on me too. I went almost my whole life living without a father and watching my mother change from this strong happy woman when I was just a baby to a torn apart broken woman, turned into that very thing by the one person who was supposed to protect her from every harmful thing in this world.

I don't care if she's forgiven him and has let it go, I will not. I will forgive him to the best of my ability but I will not forget. The reason for that is because I want the memory of him to stay in my head so I know just what kind of mate I need to be for my Felicity. Adding the horrible way I rejected her, and all because I was afraid I was looking at the female version of my father. I have a lot to make up for and to prove that I can be just as loving and forgiving as my mother.

I will not fail the love of my life. Never again.

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BOOM!!! Drops the mic and walks away!! What do you think of this chapter? Okay so I literally just connected his fear of his parents failed relationship to what he did with Felicity and the rejection of her with his father. I honestly had every intention of keeping them separate but as I was writing I figured out how they could intertwine with his actions. How crazy is that?!! Wooh! Enjoy my lovelies!!

Also sorry for the long wait...I was lazy again hehehehe (shows evil expression). I do think this chapter is worth the wait though!

-Viorra