No One Will Ever Hurt You Again I Promise-Chapter 66: Soiled

On this almost deserted road that seems to have no living soul, which leads to the remote upper-class district, a teenager indulges his heart in a simple and innocent pleasure, but as dangerous as an automatic weapon left in the hands of a kid.

With a light heart and an overheated mind, Howie lets himself be lulled by the pleasant murmur of his car’s engine. A part of him exudes happiness, a happiness that he will do anything to hide from others, while the other part is more rational and aware of his condition and position.

There is nothing to get excited about, he knows it, and no matter how many times he repeats it to himself, he still finds himself with this glimmer of hope that torments him and sparkles in him. What? Is it a crime to want and desire something or someone, or is it a sin to hope? No, it is neither, but it is one more merciless torment to which we submit ourselves sometimes when we have, above all, set goals to stay away from this desired thing.

He doesn’t intend to see Aike. He didn’t go out for that purpose. What worries him is the mental health of his dogs. However, there is a strong probability that he will meet Aike, and the idea of seeing him does not displease him that much either since he has spent the last few days avoiding him more than anyone else. Why else is he in all this state unknowingly driving at light speed?

Marc indeed gives him some freedom, but he has always been clear about his way of driving. He must be careful even if his taste and love for sports cars are unparalleled.

When he arrived in front of the Morgenstern gate, he was surprised to see it open immediately without having time to slow down or identify himself. He entered the sizeable paved alley surmounted by shrubs and flowers of all varieties, it was a wonderful and pretty sight, but he didn’t have time to admire the landscape.

On the road, he had this feeling and this need to get here as quickly as possible because his every breath wanted it, but now that he was here, he only wanted to get out as soon as possible and get away from it as far as he could. He hasn’t been here for a few days since the boys decided to drive, and he wants it to stay that way.

Did he make the wrong decision by giving them custody of the dogs instead of leaving them at the clinic as they often do? He doesn’t know why but suddenly, his idea seems absurd to him. He should have chosen the clinic instead of the boys.

Was El right to laugh at his face? Did he want to explain why he came to see the twins, let’s say Ayke, because he tried to find an excuse for his real reason for coming here? He didn’t know, but suddenly he stopped the car in a screech of tires, feeling overwhelmed by a wave of doubt and conflicting emotions.

"I’m no better than El in the end," he mutters with a mocking laugh devoid of emotion. "Now it’s too late; I can’t go back, might as well get it over with." he continues to mumble, which begins to stir up a wave of panic in his four-legged companions, who have started whining nervously around him.

"Okay, fine, I’m sorry. Calm down; I’m calming down. He spoke to them in a soft and conciliatory tone while turning to them, trying to stroke their heads one by one to show them his goodwill. "You’ve been too sensitive lately; you’re picking up on every little thing. Is that because of me?" He whispers, his eyes a bit lost in a non-existent void.

It’s true; pureblood werewolves have a way of acting on their surroundings. They change their perception and everything. But they only affect people who are dear to them or people they care about, people they value, whether they be humans, animals, or wolves of their kind.

That said, it is rare to find a pureblood who is so close to those around them except their child with whom they share a certain intimacy, and all those around them have a strictly professional relationship. Not even their wives could benefit from the effects of their royal blood and exceptional power.

Since they never created a sentimental or emotional bond with anyone, they did not want to weaken their position or leave a loophole for their enemy to exploit their weakness. They had never had a fated mate, either.

It is often said: the highest placed when they fall, it’s a hell of a blow they take, so it’s the same for purebloods; as much as they are powerful, it’s as much as they are vulnerable in front of people who ’they like. This is one of the main reasons they choose tactical marriages over love marriages.

Marc does not turn into a wild beast at the full moon, and he is not a slave to the torments that stress or moment of panic can bring him into. All that it’s because the one who transformed him partly transmitted his ability to handle situations out of control without showing any signs of transformation or other disturbing symptoms.

He doesn’t attach himself to sexual needs or the pleasures of the lower abdomen. It’s been a long time since all that doesn’t work with him anymore, yet he’s virile and has iron endurance. The girl from the nightclub had the proof. Someone took the liberty of keeping them away from him. It looks like he doesn’t mind, either.

They control their transformation, but they have a particularity; they are not four-legged wolves. They are wolf-men like Howie, which makes them even more frightening, terrifying, and respected by everyone, not to mention their royal rank and rarity.

Despite their enormous size, they are agile and very vicious, so don’t get in their way if you don’t have a death wish.

That said, his presence among the dogs is a disruptive element, they consider him family, and he loves them, so he affects them all. He has increased their sensitivity and senses. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Okay, let’s end this little visit; promise me you’ll be nice. I’ll be back to pick you up as soon as possible, okay? There is no doubt that your two-legged uncles inside will treat you well." The dogs listened to him intently. They stopped whining as soon as he started murmuring to them while suppressing that dangerous, upset aura that emanated from him.

He resumes his drive towards the house, which looks at him majestically when murmurs of impatient voices gaping inside the house catch his attention. They reach his ear as if he were right between them.

"Would you please stop thinking that the world only revolves around you for a moment, dad? "Why would he come here to see you exactly?" always in that dull and exasperating tone. Ayke quibbles in a bored voice.

" What? Are you implying that I’m not attractive enough for him to want to see me? " Answers Lucian, who has finally taken his rightful place in the lives of his children, by displaying an offended air at his son’s words, whom he finds far too protective of H.

"I’m not implying anything; that’s exactly what I mean, he’s not there for you, and you’re indeed not interesting enough for him to be interested in you. My brother and I are the only people he cares about, so stay where you are, crestfallen old man."

Lucian looks even more outrageous than before when he thinks about how El praised him for his elegance and coolness. He can only frown before raising one eyebrow in defiance as he listens to his son calling him a crumbled thing.

Yet I am not old, he thinks confidently. "If your friend were there, he would tell you how charming I am. You had no taste or eye for beautiful things, so I let it go this time. »

"That’s it, still talking, old man" his insolent son continues to stand up to him, scrutinizing him with a sidelong glance. "Okay, I’m old and ugly, and your friend only cares about you, so what? Lucian admits to gathering his courage with both hands; otherwise, Ayke will not let him go with this story.

When Lucian thinks about how much this boy ridicules him before they get along a bit, he doesn’t need his son’s protection. He feels how much Ayke hates that someone approaches H. as if anyone could take the latter away from him. But his son seems doesn’t give a damn about this fact.

"Now go greet your friend and get out of my sight, little runt," he shouted at them. Since their relationship has improved, not a day goes by that they don’t get together to discuss the things that father and son want to share between them or half.

While waiting for the witch’s return, he intends to enjoy these moments alone with his children, who do not take him for a comrade worthy of their rank, these two little rascals treat him anyhow, and he does not care.

After her altercation with Howie, she took the jet back to London without even taking the time to chat with her children. Sometimes he even forces them out of their room so that he can spend a lot more time with them until their mother comes back. Since that’s all he ever wanted: a good relationship with his children.

Despite the maniacal side of Lucian’s family tree, he was always a playful and free child. He was far too carefree at times, making him a little unwilling in his father’s eyes, who felt obliged to take far too strict measures. These things sparked his reason for choosing a woman who is ambitious and loves power and luxury to remind him all the time of his duty as Morgenstern.

But above all, he was a turbulent, competitive, and trouble-making child, always getting into improbable discussions and dragging his older brothers into intriguing stories that cost them the skin of their asses.

Yet today, no one will dare look him in the eye and tell him what kind of kid he is, but his butler knows who he is.

When his brothers were forced to leave home very young to take care of the branches of their business abroad, he had to find someone else to help him stay on the line, not because he was incompetent but because he was afraid that his grief would outweigh his education.

So Maryse was the perfect candidate since she didn’t seem to attach any profound importance to human relations if it didn’t bring her any particular interest. She doesn’t play, and she doesn’t get distracted. So he quit playing and messing around, being naughty and radiant, and turned into an absolute heartless little tyrant, a workaholic.

He reconnected with his brothers when he was nineteen; these two were twenty-one and twenty-two. He was fourteen years old when they left the family home. His father wanted them to get to work as soon as possible. Still, in reality, he was afraid that his children would let the family down if he let them grow together to their majority, even though they worked very hard in everything.

They were good at school and were very quick-witted, but that didn’t stop them from being a real pain in the ass, always fooling around and playing dull tricks on each other. He feared they would never mature and stay in that childish state of mind.

He was afraid they would always focus on their childish games and forget their family motto. Still, their mother arranged for them to each follow their brother’s ceremony by preparing a small meeting on zoom, where they could attend their brother’s ceremony. They each had their entry into the business world ceremony on their own, away from each other.

We’re talking about Lucian and his children now. Later maybe you’ll know a little more about this business entrance ceremony.

"And you, you are not coming? Aike’s slightly tense voice asked his father, who pretended to return to his work. "Um, no, why am I coming with you? He’s your friend, right? You made it clear to me that I was not welcome, and he was not there for me," he replied to his son, sulking a little.

He is downright back to being that unbearable child he was in his childhood in the short time he spent with his children.

"You know what, dad, you’re a real drama queen," Ayke intervenes, "you made a big scene for us so that you could come and say hi, and now you’re running away pretending that we don’t want you. What exactly do you want? »

They have a slight idea why their father is acting like this, but they don’t want to help him. He is ashamed to meet Howie since this one refused his invitations, and when he made an appointment with Marc to discuss and apologize, this one did not show up too.

In fact, Marc showed up for the appointment but not Howie. Marc went there for the sake of his child and his friendship with the boys. But Lucian still wrote him a letter of apology for each of them. Even if Lucian was not the one who slapped him, he still felt very concerned by this whole story.

"How do you expect me to show up to him after what your mother did, I’m ashamed of this whole thing, and he refused to see me, so I’m not going to force him until he wants me as a friend or the father of his friends. »

" Voila!" Ayke exclaimed, annoyed, "You know what’s wrong, but you’d rather act like a child and hide. We’re way more mature than you; you know that."

"And we had our share of problems before he became our friend today before he decided to come to our house and such. But look at yourself at the first small obstacle you already give up. »

"Okay, Ayke, that’s enough; leave dad alone, and you know H until he decides to take the first step, all those who are against his will are useless. So, I think dad needs to give him some time to digest our damn mother’s offense before he does anything else, okay. »

"Yeah, okay," grumbled Ayke reluctantly. On the one hand, his brother is correct, but he thinks he and his father have the same problem. They are some ass cowards who hide behind excuses not to act at the right time.

At the same time, he is afraid that his father will change when their mother returns, he does not think he will be able to bear it, and it is tormenting him. At least this time, his brother won’t see his fear or feel his doubt. That is one of the reasons that suits him in their new way of life.

"So come on, bro, let’s go," he said, getting up from his chair, ignoring his father, and turning to his brother, who was startled slightly when he heard his brother speak directly to him. "What is this jump again?" asked the latter harshly. "What, what jump? Aike answered silly.

"You know what...." Instead of finishing his sentence, Ayke decides they aren’t worth it. He exited the room rolling his eyes, leaving them behind stunned as he kicked a decorative piece of furniture not far from the door on his way out.

Howie had long turned off his long-distance listening. He doesn’t want to pry or be accused of eavesdropping on other people’s conversations. It’s not good, and it’s not polite. But it’s nice to hear them bickering like three kids. It was time for these two to have parental listening and to feel at home in the house that saw them grow up.

He parked the car and went to open the doors to let his little army out. They trotted along happily, whining, shuddering with delight, and shaking their tails from side to side as they hopped.

"Come on, let’s calm down, everyone; remember, okay, you’re going to stay with your uncles until I come to pick you up. "sit down, don’t run, Ravi." »

He went to take out the things he brought with him so they would not miss anything during their stay and could feel at home too.

"A real daddy hen," a soft voice he knows all too well came from behind him. "Hi to you too, Ayke," he replied without turning around. Ayke went over and doled out a few pats on the heads of the dogs, who were all sitting obediently in a line waiting for Howie to order them to move. Then without warning, he jumped on the back of Howie, who was slightly leaning on the trunk of the car, picking up the suitcases he had prepared.

He didn’t even move under the weight of his friend. He felt him coming, so he got ready to receive him.

"I missed you," the latter whispered in the crook of his neck while kissing and nipping at the same place without any qualms or restraint. "I missed you too, Ay," Howie replies calmly.

"But don’t bother tickling my neck like that," he told him, feeling something in Ayke’s touch that was unlike any time Ayke had kissed him on the neck or cheek. That innocence and childlike touch he had were gone; there was only desire and expertise in his movements.

"What did you do?" Howie asks him in a hoarse and choked voice, and the dogs start whining nervously. " what? asks the other in a mischievous tone, which is not new; he always plays like this. "You know what I’m talking about. Your touch isn’t the same, Ayke, so what did you do? »

Ayke stiffens a bit before he jumps down. "I didn’t do anything. Do you think it’s different? He retorted while avoiding Howie’s gaze, who turned to look him in the eye. "So you want to play this? Well, who did you sleep with? »

Ayke gasped, screaming in terror as he went to cover Howie’s mouth with one hand. "Damn you, creepy mate. You are so confusing, do you know that? He replies while casting worried glances around him, especially towards the large front door.

"Is that all you can think of to say?" Howie asks him in that same deep voice, pushing his hand out of his mouth. "Of course, man, you caught me off guard. »

"Okay, I see. Well, I’m going home... thank you for wanting to host them, but I think I made a mistake by bringing them here. »