CHAPTER 34
1076 Words
(Selene’s POV)
The silence in the house was thick, like a storm waiting to crack open the sky.
I descended the stairs slowly, my hand brushing the cold mahogany rail. The scent of roasted meat and baked bread wafted from the kitchen, my stomach grumbling in response, but the moment I stepped into the dining room, I felt it. That familiar stench of bitterness and burning pride—Dexton.
He was sitting at the table, long legs crossed arrogantly, glass of water in hand like he owned the place. His gaze snapped up to mine the moment my foot hit the last step.
“Took your time,” he sneered, eyes raking over me with pure disdain. “Enjoying your new life already, huh? Must be easy, trading mates like dresses.”
I froze for a second, inhaling deeply to steady my temper.
“It’s breakfast, Dexton,” I said calmly, walking past him to the table. “Let’s not ruin it with your venom.”
But he wasn’t done. Of course he wasn’t.
“You are such a shameless b***h,” he spat suddenly, rising to his feet, his voice echoing off the walls.
My hand stilled mid-reach for a plate.
“Excuse me?” I turned to him, my voice quiet but icy.
He stepped closer, his face contorted in disgust. “You really have no boundaries, do you? First, you beg for my love. Cry when I reject you. And now... what? You slither into my father's bed? You want the throne that badly?”
My heart thudded painfully, not from shame—but from anger.
“You’re delusional,” I whispered, clenching my fists. “This isn’t about power. This is about fate.”
“Fate?” Dexton laughed bitterly. “Fate doesn't mate a woman with a father and son. You were mine once. And now you’re my mother?” His lip curled. “Disgusting.”
I stood straighter, refusing to cower under his words. “You lost the right to call me anything the day you threw me away like dirt.”
“You were nothing when I left you,” he snapped. “A lowly she-alpha, abandoned and pitiful. And now you want me to bow to you? As my—ugh—mother? Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Watch your mouth, Dexton.” My voice shook now, not from fear, but fury. “I didn’t climb into anyone’s bed. I was chosen by the Moon Goddess, just like you rejected that gift.”
He shook his head, a dark chuckle slipping from his throat. “You’re insane.”
“No, you’re just weak.” I stepped closer now, staring into his eyes. “You couldn’t handle a real mate. So you picked a docile omega. And now that I’ve been given what you never appreciated—you’re throwing tantrums like a child.”
He growled, nostrils flaring. “Don’t act high and mighty with me, Selene. You’ll never be my mother. I don’t care how many marks he puts on you. You’ll always be the desperate little b***h who wasn’t enough.”
I slapped him.
The sound echoed like thunder in the silence that followed.
He stared at me, shocked. For the first time, he looked unsure. Vulnerable. And it gave me the strength to hold my ground.
“You don’t get to talk to me like that,” I hissed. “Not anymore. You’re not my mate. You’re not my friend. And from now on, I am your mother. Whether you accept it or not.”
“You’re crazy,” he whispered, rubbing his jaw.
“No, I’m finally sane,” I said coldly. “You lost your chance, Dexton. And trust me when I say this—if you ever speak to me like that again, I will remind you that I’m not the same girl you left sobbing in the rain.”
He didn’t respond. Just stared at me like he wanted to say something more, but knew it would cost him.
Just then, the front doors opened. I didn’t even need to turn to know Lucian had returned.
His scent hit me first—smoke, cedar, and fury. Harper followed behind him, stiff and silent, eyes darting between Dexton and me.
Lucian’s boots echoed across the floor as he entered the dining room. “What happened?”
Dexton scoffed and grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair. “Nothing worth wasting your time on.”
Lucian’s gaze narrowed. “Dexton—”
“I’m not doing this again,” Dexton cut him off sharply. “I won’t argue in circles just so you both feel justified.”
Lucian’s golden eyes darkened. “She is my mate. And you will—”
“I know what she is!” Dexton exploded, spinning to face him. “But I won’t pretend she’s anything more to me than what she’s always been. A mistake.”
My jaw clenched.
“Watch it,” Lucian warned, voice deathly calm.
Dexton shook his head and moved toward the door. “I’m done here. Staying in this house with her isn’t just uncomfortable—it’s impossible.”
“Then leave,” I said quietly, arms folded. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”
He paused by the door, hands shaking, but didn’t look back. “You can have the throne. The titles. The luxury. But don’t expect me to pretend this isn’t sick. You’ll always be the woman who wasn’t enough for me. And now you want to play queen? Pathetic.”
Lucian took a single step forward, eyes glowing. “Get. Out.”
Without another word, Dexton turned the knob and slammed the door behind him.
The silence that followed was heavier than before.
I stood still for a moment, my chest rising and falling, until finally, Lucian came to me.
“He’ll come around,” he murmured, cupping my cheek.
I shook my head. “No, he won’t. And I don’t care anymore.”
He studied me. “Are you okay?”
I gave a bitter smile. “He still sees me as the girl who begged for scraps of love. But I’m not her anymore, Lucian. I’m not.”
“You’re stronger now.”
“No,” I whispered. “I’m dangerous now.”
I grinned and I kissed his lips, he grinned back before pulling my waist and kissing me back, crushing my lips madly.
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