Chapter 70

-Cain-

We didn't want food. We wanted to forget the truth that had been so roughly thrown into our faces, but Willow was good at convincing us to get a grip and eat something to soak up the fluid in our stomachs. We ate slowly while we still tried to come to terms with the fact that Weston was our father. Our mother had intentionally cheated on our father, but he had agreed to raise us anyway, to call us his sons. However, while I wanted to be mad at our mother, I also understood. I probably understood better than Carter because just looking at Willow, I knew I couldn't give her up. Even from the moment I saw her, I knew it wasn't possible for me to give her up. So how could I blame our mother for wanting to be with her true mate? Even if just through one of her heats.

"What?" Willow asked when she caught me staring at her again.

"What?" I echoed.

"You keep looking at me funny. Are you okay?" she asked.

"I'm okay," I admitted.

"Then why do you look at me that way?"

I shrugged,