When a Well-Raised Son Grows Up - Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Carlisle stopped moving and looked around, panicking. He took a slow breath to recover from his surprise, but the fetid odor made him feel sick.

His eyes were drunken and confused, but he tried to think logically.

“Uh, Mom?”

He called out to her reflexively, even though he knew she was asleep. Unsurprisingly, there was no answer.

“What did I… do?”

His head was spinning as he wondered what he had done. Carlisle blinks for a moment. He was trying to understand the situation. The sight of white thighs spread apart caught his attention. The blood was flowing from the gap where she had taken his p*n*s.

He snapped back to reality. Carlisle withdrew his hanging p*n*s and he could see the blood more clearly. It felt as though the sky was tearing apart.

“Mommy, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Carlisle apologized, unable to control himself.

He only wanted to mate with Avella to have a child of his own, and he never expected to see her bleeding like this.

“She must be hurt.”

Carlisle quickly examined the area around her v*g*nal opening, noticing signs of bleeding. He couldn’t see any visible wounds, but he knew he had caused her to bleed from that area.

What should he do? But should he put herbs in such an important place? Should he put something on the wound?

Carlisle was flailing around like a broken doll, unable to figure out what to do.

However, one thing was certain:

He had hurt his mother.

He had not expected his first time with Abella to be easy, but he had not anticipated seeing blood.

Carlisle chewed his lip, appearing as though he might cry.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, Mom.”

He apologized again, knowing he couldn’t reach her. Then he smoothed her dress and retrieved a warm, damp washcloth. His first task was to clean up the mess between her legs.

Carlisle carefully cleaned her wounds, but he knew the cuts he had made were still there.

As the towel turned red with blood, Carlisle’s expression grew increasingly painful.

He berated himself, feeling pathetic and incompetent for not being able to mate properly.

He chewed on the soft flesh in his mouth, consumed by self-loathing.

‘I should have been more careful.’

His self-satisfaction was the cause of his downfall. He fell for a low-grade provocation. He left his mother with a broken heart.

He asked himself, ‘What am I good at?

I’m not good at anything.’

He felt angry and disgusted with himself.

He had spent his nights lusting after and enjoying Abella’s body, but he had never wanted to leave her with a scar.

Carlisle returned to the bed after washing every last bit of the bloody towel. He couldn’t stop blaming himself, feeling guilty as he watched Abella sleep peacefully, unaware of what had happened to her. His heart throbbed in his chest.

“I’m sorry, mom; I made a mistake.”

Carlisle pulled the small woman into his arms and apologized for a long time, but it didn’t ease his burden.

His swollen, hard c*ck was long since gone.

He held her in his arms and closed his eyes. Memories of the time he had almost forgotten came flooding back.

-You are an as$hole. I don’t know if you are capable of having s*x properly.

-F*ck?  Say something that makes sense. Someone is giving a cripple a hand job.

-So what the hell does this as$hole know how to do?

-If he knew what he was doing, his father wouldn’t have abandoned him.

-Because he doesn’t. He was born a wolf and eats weeds like a rabbit.

The hand that held Abella in his arms tightened. Carlisle frowned at the echoes of the past in his head.

“But come to think of it, they’re not entirely wrong. I’m not good at anything. My mom, the one who healed me and took me in, maybe she regrets it too? That she spent money on something like me?”

His ears are perked up. His tail is wagging happily, but tonight it was hanging down.

Through the small window of the bedroom, blue moonlight bathed them both. Even with Abella in his arms, Carlisle’s expression was unforgiving.

The sight of the blood must have been quite a shock to him, for he remained frozen for a long moment, sighing in frustration.

This would be the end of Carlisle’s long-awaited first mating with Abella.

* * *

Abella opened her eyes to the savory smell of stew. The bed was empty, and when she looked up, she saw Carlisle’s back to her, cooking in the distance.

“Baby.”

Abella stretched and sat up, intending to go to Carlisle’s side and help him prepare the breakfast as she always did.

But there was something different about today.

“Ugh……!”

A dull pain shot through her legs. It was hard for her to keep her feet on the ground. It even felt a little warm.

Panicked, Abella groaned and stumbled, and in the distance, Carlisle, who had been making breakfast, came running up to her in a flash of surprise.

“Uh, Mother!”

“Uhh. Good morning, sweetheart.”

“Are you okay? Are you sick?”

Carlisle was usually very attentive to her, but today he seemed to be overreacting. Abella let out a small, embarrassed laugh.

“Oh, I’m not sick; it’s just that my legs are in pain.”

Abella couldn’t bring herself to tell Carlisle that her p*ssy was sore, so she said her legs hurt, and Carlisle’s face softened.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry..”

“What? What are you sorry for? Honey, there’s nothing to be sorry for.”

“But I’m not. I’m not. I’m all wrong.”

Looking at his shadowed face, Abella stroked his cheek, as if to reassure him that it was all right. Then Carlisle’s ears perked up on top of his head.

“You can do no wrong. You’ve been making me stew all morning. Isn’t that just nice?”

“No.”

Carlisle lowered his eyes to meet Abella’s radiant face. Guiltily, he couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact with her.

“But, sweetheart, haven’t you put something on the fire?”

The question made Carlisle jump, and he hurried back into the kitchen. Abella couldn’t help but laugh. There was something almost adorable about the way he fumbled around with a small pot.

He looked a little wild, but the more she looked at him, the more she realized that Carlisle was a gentle, warm child at heart.

Abella smiled broadly. Breakfast was spread out on the table.

“Thank you always.”

She meant it. To her, Carlisle was the most important person in the world. But Carlisle couldn’t help but smile back. Her sincerity made him feel even more humbled.

“No, you don’t have to thank me.”

Even if she knew what he had done last night, would she ever thank him? Even if she knew what he’d threatened to do to her best friend? 

‘Of course not. I may be a conscienceless beast, but I thought I had that much sense.’

At the bitter realization, Carlisle could only shake his head.

* * *

“Uh, mother, are you sure you’re okay?”

Carlisle shuffled his feet as he watched Abella stomp out of the room.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.”

“But you said earlier that your leg was bothering you.”

“That was just for a second; I’m fine now, don’t worry.”

Abella still felt a little tingling in her lower back and her p*ssy, but she pretended to be fine. Seeing Carlisle so worried about her made her feel even more compelled to hide her discomfort.

She’s still worried.

If she tells him the truth, he’ll worry even more than he already does. She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

Abella clenched her fists tightly, trying to act nonchalant. But Carlisle knew she wasn’t well, and the more she did, the more his stomach burned.