Bullied Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Chapter 67

Ren's

POV

Still curled up like a ball trying to ignore the glee that I had seen on my own mother's face as she broke my arm, I watched, my eyes threatening to close in agony from the pain that radiated round my small body as she walked away from me, back to her seat,

picking up her phone and dialing my father.

If she had not just shown me how ruthless she was, I would not have believed that it was possible for her to start shedding tears the minute the call was picked on the other end.

"Oh, Irwin, the worst has happened to our little boy!" she cried, her entire body shaking from the force of her sobs and that was what hurt the most. Knowing that all of this was fake. That she was willing to do anything to get what she wanted, pull any stunt and discard me like garbage as long as her needs were met.

I vaguely heard Irwin ask what had happened, feeling chills over my body even though I was burning up like a volcano about to erupt.

I heard her fabricate a lie about how I had fallen down the stairs when she was not looking and subsequently broken my arms. When Irwin asked if he needed to come over, she had quickly stopped him, asking that he send money to take me to the hospital instead. Without any doubt, that had been the whole reason for this circus that she had been acting for the past twenty minutes. Money.

That was the only thing that really mattered to her and the fact that she needed to resort to these methods to get money did not matter to her and I knew that she would only do worse if she got away with this.

The call ended and after some minutes, I saw a huge smile on her face break out.

"Well, what do you know? The Alpha cares about you, little brat. This money is enough to sponsor a weekend vacation and I'll still have change left. You are useful after all." Kicking me out of her way, she rushed upstairs and came back with a suitcase and as she headed out of the house, I heard her calling a friend to also pack her bags that they were going on a trip.

"Mum?" I whispered through heart wrenching sobs, even as pain flared in my arm when I tried to stand up.

The last thing I remembered before giving in to the hands of unconsciousness that pulled me in was that I was going to die on this cold floor and nobody was going to know. Nobody was even going to care.

Perhaps someone would replace my body after a couple of days but it would be too late by then and my mother would be very far away, living her best life.

The next time I opened my eyes, I was in heaven. The sky was so pretty with clouds and paintings of angels dancing on clear blue skies.

"He's awake!" I heard a little voice squeal excitedly and I had to reevaluate whether I was truly in heaven or not.

Feeling the softness of the bed beneath me, the sheets silky and smooth, I realized that I was not in heaven and the clouds I had been staring at was painted into the ceiling. The angles and skies were also painted into the ceiling, my hand itched to draw this and show it to someone.

I had just turned to look around the bedroom when a face appeared in front of me to my left. It was a girl and she looked to be about my age. Her hair was white blond but her eyes were a light shade of teal mixed with blue.

She gave me a bright toothless smile that showed her missing front teeth.

"Hi, my name is Rhea." She said brightly, her entire body bubbling with excitement as she turned around and beckoned on two people who I just realized had been in the room standing by the door.

"Come and say hi to him."

"We're not supposed to be here." One of them complained.

"Don't worry, we won't get in trouble. I told Ashley to distract mum." The little girl said before turning back to look at me. "These are my friends. Aiden and Zac." She gestured to the two boys who also looked to be about my age. "I'll introduce Ashley to you later. She's Aiden's sister. Do you have a sister?"

"N- no?"

Her eyes brightened. "Really? I can be your sister! We look almost alike!"

"It doesn't work that way, Rhea," the one she called Aiden was scowling as he ran his hands through his thick midnight black hair and watched me with cold silver grey eyes. "You better stop her before she gets used to the idea."

The second boy, who I presumed was Zac had charcoal black hair with pitch black eyes that was currently staring at him with unabashed curiosity. He was standing close to Aiden, an arm around his shoulders as he took in my bed ridden form. Rhea's voice drew my attention back to her.

"You were asleep for so long, I was beginning to think that you might be a ghost."

"He smells like a werewolf." Zac added, leaning close to sniff my hair and I shrunk back at having my privacy invaded.

Aiden nodded in agreement. "A werefae, isn't it. Not just any werewolf. I thought werefaes didn't fall sick. How did you? Who broke your arm? What happened to you?"

And just like that, I felt myself being dragged back to that living room where my own mother had hurt me and left me for dead.

Was she here now? Was she going to take me away?

I don't want to go back. I don-

Rhea's hand quickly covered mine and i realized that I had started to hyperventilate and panic.

"Don't interrogate him, Aiden." Rhea chidded, before her kind eyes and cherubic face smiled back at me. "You are safe here, okay? No harm is going to come to you here. What is your name?" Name?

"Boy?" I said and she rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Duh, I know you're a boy even though you look pretty enough to pass off for a girl, but what's your actual name."

I stared at her blankly.

She pressed a hand to her chest. "My name is Rhea and I'm a girl. You are a boy but you're supposed to have a name that's just for you too."

I looked at her in confusion and her brows furrowed before her eyes widened in surprise.

"You dont have a name, do you?"

"It's boy."

"That's not a real name, but dont worry." Her smile brightened. I didn't even think it was possible to get any brighter. "I'll give you one. How about Ren? Rhea, Ren! They match!"

Aiden nudged her and rolled his eyes. "You can't just name him like he's your dog."

"Why not?" Rhea groaned and Aiden looked like he was about to respond when the door opened.

I could not see her from where I was on the bed, but I heard the woman's voice, soft and serene. "What are you all doing here? I'm sure you've disturbed the boy after I told you not to, Rhea."

"We didn't, mummy. I promise." She said and gave me one last smile before pulling the two boys to take some steps backwards, givng room for the woman to get to me.

"Werefae or not, get well soon so that we can play together," Aiden said, before stepping back for the woman.

My heart squeezed and I smiled at brightly at him. "Okay."

When the owner of the voice finally arrived in my line of sight, my first thought was that she looked like an angel.

She had soft white blonde hair and kind blue eyes just like the little girl and her touch was gentle as she placed a hand on my forehead to check for a fever and I relaxed into her caress when she smiled at me. "Your fever is down," she smiled in relief. You are a strong little boy for surviving all you did for so long, dear child."

Rhea grinned as she looked at me. "My mama really cried when you didn't wake up. She thought you were going to die."

The beautiful woman rolled her eyes playfully and turned to look at Rhea and the two boys.

"Off you go. Go to the playroom with Ashley and the boys."

"But mum!"

"Aiden and Zac, take her with you please."

"Yes ma'am." The duo answered and took Rhea's hands, leading her out as she grumbled.

When the door closed, she turned back to look at me and placed a wet cloth on my forehead in a way that I had always seen mothers on television do and that was when a tear finally trickled down my cheek. Whoever this woman was, she was definitely not like my mother.