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Xavier did what he had promised and told what had happened that made him so angry. He had informed me that Parker told him that he thought that I was using him and that I didn't really care about him.

That, of course, was a lie, and I was grateful that Xavier knew it was. I wasn't using him, and I wasn't lying about the fact that I really cared about him.

After he had told me, I had promised to keep an eye on Parker, and I did for the rest of the weekend we were there as well the following week.

I noticed that he was acting stranger than normal like he didn't want to be around me or Xavier for some reason.

Of course, this placed Xavier on edge, and there were many times when he almost lost his shit on him but didn't because I was there or someone called me.

When Parker and I were alone, he never looked me in the eye, something that he normally did. He kept fiddling his hands and licking his lips as if he wanted to tell me something, but he couldn't for whatever reason.

I kept my suspicions to myself and didn't tell Xavier. It wasn't because I didn't want to tell him because I did, but... I had gotten a feeling that Parker was trying to do something to protect us, and he didn't know how to continue.

Thankfully, my uncle had asked to come over that weekend, and I knew that I would be able to see if he sensed the same thing.

Like me, Uncle Brody was good at reading people, even better than me. He would be able to tell what Parker was thinking and if something had changed with him.

And, he was coming this Friday to spend time with me as well as my love.

I stopped folding my son's onesie and watched as Xavier looked for a sock to the one that he had in his hands.

His brows were furrowed in concentration as he picked one up only to place it down again since it didn't match. His whole body was relaxed as he looked at the socks, chewing on his bottom lip. His black hair was plastered against his forehead since he had just taken a shower before he started to help me only dressed in boxers and shorts.

He had questioned why I didn't let the Omega's do it, so I told him that all Guardsmen took care of their own clothes, and it was a habit that I couldn't break, especially when Camen made sure that I was the one to do all of the clothes when we were together. However, I didn't tell him that part.

After I had told him, Xavier just shrugged and went to take a quick shower before helping me fold the clothes.

To be honest, he was perfect, and that was what made me fall in love with him faster than I had with Camen. He tried his hardest to be a better man, a better Alpha, and it showed with the way the pack was being handled.

The pack was slowly becoming more vocal about their concerns and worries, but they mainly did that when I was in the room with Xavier. It lead to some better changes to the pack, and I knew that Xavier was pleased.

Finally, Xavier looked up and met my gaze. He furrowed his brows and cocked his head, holding the same two socks. "What?" he asked, finally.

"Just thinking," I said, looking down and folding Bryson's onesie and putting it into his pile.

"About?" he asked.

"How the big, bad Alpha is folding clothes," I teased, not really knowing if I should tell him that I loved him. "I mean, who would have thought that he could do it."

Xavier didn't reply as he picked up a pair of my shirts and folded it. "You aren't the only one who knows how to fold, Cass. I used to fold my clothes before..." He shrugged and picked up something else, grimacing.

"Xavier," I said, causing him to look up at me. I offered him a small smile and placed my hand on his. "It's not your fault, ok?" I squeezed it. "It's no one's fault as to what had happened that day."

Xavier hesitated but nodded his head. He squeezed my hand before letting go and started to fold clothes again.

I started to fold clothes as well, knowing that Xavier was beating himself over the mistake that he made long ago. "I do want to know what would have happened to us if I did walk to the barracks and not walked to my room."

"We would have probably met," he said, softly. "I had been waiting by the doors for a couple of minutes before leaving and going home."

I nodded my head. "I am sure I would have given you some sass if you were in front of the doors."

"Oh?" Xavier asked, raising an eyebrow. A small smirk appeared on his lips causing my heart to skip a beat.

"I was... pretty sassy when I was younger. I gave everyone lip which not a lot of people liked, but..." I shrugged. "I was a wild child. It didn't help that I grew up with men in their late teens or early to late twenties. Some of them were older than that, but ya."

"Why are there still only twelve top members?" he asked, causing me to shrug my shoulder.

"It's mainly based on what they are comfortable doing and if they, as well as Commander, think that they are ready for the next level," I explained. I shrugged my shoulder. "And, there are those that don't want to move up and leave the Guardsmen for whatever reason, like Zion."

Xavier nodded his head, staying silent.

"It's also based on how many times they had done missions as well as how many they screwed up."

"Have you screwed up on any missions?" he asked.

I stayed silent as I looked for a pair of matching socks. I was hesitating on telling him because there had been only one time where I had "screwed" up and ended in killing almost everyone.

"Cass?" Xavier asked.

"Umm... there was one time when I screwed up so bad that I almost killed everyone," I said, softly. "I... lost control of my Wolf and attacked everyone that was in my way. I... think I was thirteen."

"Was it a pack?" Xavier asked, causing me to nod my head. "What happened?"

"I was on a mission by myself at a pack that... wasn't that good. It was... basically supposed to be an undercover mission, but it ended with me killing over 5,000 men and women. There were 6,000 people in that pack."

"Did you kill any innocent people?" he asked, causing me to shake my head, no.

"I am sometimes able to sense if a person is good or not. My wolf was very good at it, and she would sometimes tell me to kill someone, and I would." I shrugged. "I would get permission from my uncle first, though."

"But, you didn't with this pack."

"But, I didn't with this pack."

"Did you lose control over your Wolf?"

I nodded my head. "And, I didn't have my medication with me," I added, softly. I folded some more of the clothes, watching as the pile grew smaller and smaller. "Um... after that, they decided to not send me undercover by myself. I had to at least have one or two others with me at all times. All of them started to carry a snack and my medication." I shrugged. "We agreed that was never going to happen again."

"What happened to the thousand that you had let live?" Xavier asked.

"They split into a couple of packs as well as some becoming Guardsmen themselves. I made sure to track them down and apologize for them seeing me like that."

"Why?"

"Because the one thing that I hate the most is people being afraid of me. I can deal with someone not liking me or wishing me dead, but I can't deal with someone being scared of me." I cleared my throat, my throat closing in. "I don't want people to think of me as a monster." My voice cracked as I said that and I blinked back some tears. I hated it, but it was something that I couldn't control.

Xavier didn't say a word. He pushed the clothes to the side and pulled me into his lap. He placed a kiss onto my temple causing me to close my eyes.

I took a deep breath and buried my face into his chest as I tried to stop myself from crying.

"You are not a monster, Cass. Never ever think of yourself as one. Ok?"

I took in a deep shuddering breath and nodded my head. "Ok," I whispered. "I'll try not to." I licked my lips and cleared my throat. "It might be hard, but I promise that I won't."

"Good. Because to me, you are the best thing that had ever happened."