Chapter 31

Chapter 31:

“Stefan was supposed to warm my bed one night, but for some stupid reason, he went into Ingrid’s chambers. I was so desperate because I had already taken a sex enhancement pill, waiting for his arrival, but he never showed up.” She let out a loud hiss, then glared at my father.

“Driven by frustration, I had to sleep with my lover. Unfortunately, I got pregnant. Ingrid did too, and we gave birth on the same day. To teach Ingrid a lesson for taking my place, I swapped our babies. The faded scar behind her ear was given by me, and she also has a long scar on her thigh. Her fur is black, just like mine. What more proof do I need to convince you that Nathalia is my daughter?”

“Don’t believe that crazy bitch, Dad!” Nathalia wrapped her arms tightly around the Luna’s shoulders, but the Luna shrugged her off, moving away from her.

“You mean Nathalia isn’t my daughter?” My father’s voice trembled as he gulped down the bitter truth. This evening was filled with drama. It was more than I could bear.

“Nathalia is my daughter, and Aurora is yours. She has Alpha blood running through her veins. It was a shame her Alpha seed awakened today, ruining my plans,” she lamented, casting a furious look at me before muttering inaudible curses.

Disbelief washed over me as I stared at Valerie in shock. Her confessions crashed down on me, hitting me hard and leaving me speechless.

Tears blurred my vision as I looked at Valerie, filled with so much hatred in my heart.

How could she do this to me?

I covered my mouth, my mind racing as realization took hold. That explained everything!

That explained why she hated me. Despite all my efforts to please her, she treated me like I was nothing.

All my life, I had wondered why she acted so indifferent toward me. Now I knew the truth.

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She wasn’t my mother. She didn’t love me. I was a victim of her revenge.

A sharp pain shot through my chest, and I groaned as memories of how she had been mistreated flooded my mind.

For all these years, I had lived as a shadow, while someone else stole my identity.

I was supposed to be powerful, but instead, I had been a slave—the lowest of the low.

All these years, I endured accusations, suffering, bullying, and pain while Nathalia stole my life. She will pay dearly for it.

Lust cloaked me like a garment as my eyes remained pinned on her dripping pussy, studying it intently. I was so engrossed that I didn’t blink for a second.

How could I say no? What was I even thinking when I told her to leave? I swallowed hard, adjusting myself on the couch impatiently, my fists clenched into tight balls. My hips moved unconsciously, following the rhythm as she rocked her waist gently.

I grabbed a fistful of the couch when she began to move faster, her moans and curses filling the air. My hands pressed hard against my thighs before rubbing them. She was affecting me. I couldn’t resist her charms anymore.

“Oh shit,” she moaned, her eyes partly closed, her eyeballs rolling upward. Her trembling legs parted further, giving me a clearer and better view of her.

“Fuck!” I muttered inwardly, taking harsh breaths before licking my bottom lip.

“I want you to feed your eyes, my king,” her seductive whisper rang in my ears.

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