NovelEnglishChapter Forty-Seven: Talking with Mom
Mom and I walked up the stairs and I could feel my mate’s gazes on us. I didn’t look back at them. I didn’t want them to see the
pain that my parent’s lies were causing me.
They knew about shifter and neither Scott nor my mom had told me anything.
If I had known about shifters and mates, the other night would have gone so differently. I wouldn’t have been so hurt about Jake
cheating on me because I would have understood things that better. I didn’t blame him now after Jason, Ryan, and Travis had
explained the mate thing to me a little better. But if I had already known, I had a feeling that I would have known about Charity as
well.
That maybe I wouldn’t feel betrayed by her for not telling me what she was.
If they would have told me about shifters. I wouldn’t have thought Jason, Ryan, and Travis were crazy for talking about
werewolves and shifters. I wouldn’t have accused Travis of spiking my drink. I might still have run after the three of them claiming
but then again I would have been better prepared for what happened.
Mom wrapped her arm around my waist and I looked over at her. Her hair was pulled to the side in a heavy braid that was
draped over her shoulder and she had on a loose floral dress. Crystal necklaces were looped around her wrists and neck, but I
noticed something that I hadn’t noticed before. Beneath the pink and purple stone necklaces was a scar on the side of her neck.
It was faded with time, but the skin was pale and marked deep with a bite.
My throat tightened and I looked away from mom. I wanted to relax against her. To let her comfort me the way her touch usually
did. It didn’t. All I could think about was that she had been lying to me for so long. My mom and I had been best friends my entire
life. It had been us against the world and she had raised me by herself after the sperm donor she had slept with dipped out
because he hadn’t been ready to be a father.
This though, it made me feel like my entire life was a lie.
What else could they be lying to me about by omission?
We made our way to my room and mom closed the door behind us. It was so quiet between us that you could have heard a pin
drop. I walked over to my overnight bag, shifting the knit throw around so that I could pick up my bag without the blanket falling. I
grabbed the handle, lifting it up and turning towards the bed.
“Tillie.” Mom said, her voice soft like she was afraid to say anything.
I swallowed hard, looking at her as I took my bag over to the bed. “Why?”
“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.” Mom said, stepping deeper into the room. “When I met Scott, you were fourteen and I didn’t want to put
more stress on you. He didn’t either, we wanted you to have normal.”
*You lied to me. You knew and you didn’t say anything.” I said, sitting my bag down and tugging the zipper open. I pulled out a
pair of panties and the sexy lingerie that I had brought with me got caught on the unsexy underwear before getting caught on the
zipper. I looked up at my mom as I tried to stuff the silky garments back into my bag. My mom’s eyes widened and I felt my
cheeks burn, knowing how she had found me when she and Scott had arrived. Now she was seeing sexy red panties that I had
“When you called because you broke up with Jake... Was it because you met those men?” She asked, her eyes moving up to
mine.
“Yes, but not in the way you think,” I said, worrying the inside of my cheek with my teeth. “Jake found his mate, which I guess I
don’t need to explain what that means to you.”
“He was never right for you anyway. Til.” Mom moved to the bed, sitting down on the edge beside my bag.
“Was that why Scott didn’t like him?” I asked, before sucking in a breath and holding it.
“Yes,” Mom said, clasping her hands together in her lap and looking down. “He was worried that you would get your heart broken
when he found his fated mate. Things are... A bit intense when you find your mate.”
“Mom, that’s a fucking understatement if I’ve heard one.” I snapped at her, blowing out the breath that I had been holding.
“Well, most of the time there isn’t more than one shifter claiming their mate. Scott and I both didn’t think,” She paused, thinking
over her next words. “We thought that you would meet a nice human boy that was like you and me, baby. A boring human who
could give you a white picket fence and I never thought, I never thought, that you would end up with a mate, let alone three.”
Did she not love the life that she and Scott had created? Did she regret it because he was a shifter? I didn’t understand. Mom
had always
seemed to be happy with Scott. When they had gotten together, it was like he was the missing part of our family. I didn’t
understand why she wouldn’t want that for me.
“So you guys knew and you just let me keep dating him while you still hoped that I would have boring?” I shifted the blanket up
onto my shoulders. Leaning down and pulling on my panties, but really I was using it as something to do so I didn’t have to look
at my mom. I was so mad at her and my heart hurt from her answers.
Scott, I could forgive. But I had thought that mom and I didn’t have any secrets.
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