Chapter 30
Chapter 30:
But that wasn’t all.
“She belongs to you and Ingrid.”
“It’s Luna to you!” my father corrected, his jaw clenched tightly before he released it.
“Aurora is not my child. Nathalia is mine.”
“That’s not true! The Alpha and Luna are my parents,” Nathalia chimed in, rushing to hold the Luna, who stretched out her hand to protect her.
“You fucking slut, I need explanations,” my father’s confused voice rang out.
My mother’s harsh words hit me like a bulldozer, weakening me to the point where I didn’t have the strength to stop my father from calling her foul names.
“Don’t fucking yell at me, Stefan!” my mother fired back, regaining her bravery. I could feel her anger building slowly.
“Don’t you dare call me by my name!”
“Or what? You’ll kill me?” she scoffed, fixing her gaze on his furious one. “Just like you kill those who stand up to you?”
With the way her eyes burned with anger, I could tell she was ready to start a fight.
“We were fine before she came into the picture!” she lashed out, walking toward the Luna. Her sudden outburst threw me off guard.
“I was supposed to be Luna, not her,” she spat with hatred.
“You were just a mistress—”
“Just a mistress?” she asked, cocking her head to meet my father’s gaze. “I was the first woman you knew. I stood by you, and what did you repay me with? Marrying someone else, despite knowing how deeply I loved you,” my mother’s voice shook for a few seconds before she cleared her throat and blinked rapidly to hold back tears.
Lατєѕτ ϲнαρτєrs ιn g𝒶l𝑛ovєl𝑆.𝗰om
“Who else was I supposed to marry? She is my mate,” he tried to explain, gritting his teeth.
“And I am more of a mate than she will ever be!”
The Luna gasped in shock, her eyes wide at my mother’s confession.
“To think I had nothing against you, despite being my husband’s mistress. I never mistreated you or your child,” she cried.
My heart ached as I looked at the woman I called my mother. To think she wasn’t even remorseful after saying those words.
Why would she hate the Luna when it wasn’t her fault?
Luna Ingrid was an easygoing woman, loved by everyone.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch! If you didn’t hear me correctly, I’ll repeat myself. Aurora is not my daughter,” she said firmly, breaking my heart into a thousand pieces.
“What are you saying, Mum?” I raised my head to meet her gaze, hoping she was making some cruel joke.
I shut my eyes, holding back the tears that threatened to spill.
This can’t be real.
“Don’t you fucking call me mother! I am not your mother!” Her words hurt more than the lashes I endured from Nathalia.
“I don’t understand,” I found myself saying, not to anyone in particular, as I stared blankly ahead with a dazed look.
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