Chapter 182

Donald's pov

Things shouldn't have gotten so out of hand. We had the perfect plan. The perfect way we planned to do o things so it wouldn't affect anyone, but things didn't go as planned. Everything just fell apart like broken shards of glasses a person tries to piece together..

A glass is easier to break, but when broken. It's difficult to piece back, and even if you do piece it back, the crack will still be there.

It's the same case with our mate. 

Miguel's the glass that should have been handled with care. A precious gem that should have been protected. One we cowardly broke to pieces out of fear.

We thought we were protecting him by doing the things we did, but we were all along making things more difficult for him.

We should have bore the responsibilities, we should have done things you protect him like we vowed to. We should have found another way to deal with the letters we received from Manuel, but we did no such thing. 

Instead of doing something reasonable, we took the coward's way out. We did something no mate should have been proud of doing to their mates.

We were three, yet we weren't able to take care and protect him. What use are we if we can't protect them?

Now our mate is lying on our bed, bruised more than the physical wounds we see.

Our babies lie on their beds sleeping out their days in death, yet we can't do anything to help them. Nothing but wait on the doctors. 

I touched the little cheeks of our daughter. A daughter we've always wanted yet we couldn't protect her. We couldn't protect the fragile little angels who were gifted us by the goddess.

"Am sorry," I failed you.

I kneel on the ground beside their bed. My hand clutching tightly to the wood as I allowed the tears freely flow from my eyes.

I don't care anymore. 

Nothing else matters in this world. Not even the whereabouts of Manuel who must have noticed the presence of my mate and our babies.

"Manuel!"

I clenched my hands into fist. My anger at him boiling to a high crescendo.

I will deal with him when I get my hands on him. He was the cause of all this. Without him there wouldn't have been a problem between us and our mate.

Without Manuel Favour would still have been alive.

We might not have loved Favour, but I don't like how she died.

She deserves so much more than the death she was given. She deserves so much more than what she got in our hands.

Manuel will die for all he've done. I will make sure he regrets the day he came into our life.

"Donald," Bianca came in. Her face etched in the now familiar frown I've come to associate her with.

Bianca haven't ceased blaming us for the cowardly way we're doing things. For a year now, she've been more like a rogue than a normal wolf . Showing her face when it's necessary.

It wasn't a secret she went to the town where Miguel was, but shame made her unable to approach him. 

She instead followed him in the shadows. Content to be with him only if in secret.

"Bianca," I looked up at her. Not even trying to rise to my feet.

I don't care who sees me kneeling in front of my babies. I don't care anymore.

Today Bianca is putting on one of the clothes she and Miguel bought together when he was still here. Clothes I recognized because Miguel left it at our home during his last visit to us.

"Where is he?"

Just three sentences, but it was more than she've ever spoken in a year. A year she lived in seclusion and in the shadows.

i point to the room next to the one I am in. 

My brothers are in there with him, but I think I ought to be here.

Am not worthy of looking at him as he sleeps. I lost all rights to do so when I denounced him as my mates.

Being with my babies makes it a bit better for me. At least the little darlings won't hold any grudge on me.

Bianca stood there looking at me for a long time before she walked out.

I know she hates me for all I made her Luna pass through. She hates us all for not being there the day he gave birth to put babies.

She hates us so much because we didn't keep to our promise. A promise to protect and be with Miguel for all of eternity. 

A promise to be there for him through thick and thins, a promise that didn't take us much to break. A promise we cowardly broke thinking it was for his protection.

If only we fought to keep him with us. If only we joined forces to defeat Manuel. Manuel as a witch or whatever he is couldn't have been a match for us, but we didn't try fight back because of his threats on the life of our pregnant mate.

We should have known better. We should have fought tougher. 

We should have tried to find a way to defeat Manuel without sending out mate to a place where we can't go. 

"Am sorry I wasn't a good father," I touch the boy's cheeks.

But I vow.

I will be the best mate and Father the world have ever known if am given a second chance.

I won't make the same mistakes twice. I will right my wrongs.

Aspiring and fighting to be the best of who am supposed to be. 

Mistakes are meant to be learnt from, and I've learnt mine. 

It have thought me on how best to do something. How best to do things when faced with a difficult challenge. One that needs brain power to tackle.

I will do my best of given a chance again.