Bound by Moonlight; A Night with the Alpha

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Maya's POV:

“Behave,” I muttered when Carlos decided to start jumping in his seat.

I had to give it to him for being able to sit still for this long compared to the child three seats away and was making life hell for everyone. I was on my way back to nowhere else but New York.

I was still shocked about the death of that obsessed fool but that was it. There was some kind of relief that came with the fact that I wouldn't be stalked or something.

I downed the contents of my cup before pushing away the tray. My anxiety had been eating me up to the extent that I couldn't bring myself to think about anything or eat.

I was really grateful that I had a quiet son because I couldn't imagine how much of a headache it would be for me if he didn't behave.

We were close to landing which was twenty minutes later than the estimated time. I wasn't excited about meeting my parents after years, so if anything, I was grateful that it was taking more time than it should.

The whole checking out of a thing made my anxiety increase for some reason unknown to me. I wished Selene had followed me, then maybe I would have distracted myself with a conversation.

I knew I was lying to myself because Selene would probably be deep in thoughts. She had asked me last night if she should wait so that we could go back together.

I had wanted to say yes but then remembered that she needed to prepare for her concert. I glanced at my wristwatch and noticed that I was quite late which was something I couldn't change.

I wonder what Selene’s reaction would be if she found out that I had refunded the tickets she got for me, then gotten a later one. I kind of felt guilty about it and was even regretting it because I didn't have enough time to react in the hotel after dropping off my luggage.

Selene had suggested staying at home so that I wouldn't waste unnecessary money on hotel expenses, but I knew how uncomfortable it would be for me so I disagreed, which she understood.

“Logan?” I said with surprise in my voice because I didn't expect my parents to still have the same butler after six years.

This could only mean that my parents never found out who helped me out. Selene had told me that they hadn't found out who helped sneak out, but I thought she had said that to make me feel less guilty about Logan losing his job.

“Ma’am,” he said, then gave me a bow before opening the door for Carlos and me.

His eyes were on Carlos most of the time during the drive and I patiently waited for him to ask questions about his father… which I wasn't going to give him an answer to.

“Aunt Selene,” Carlos’ voice distracted me and when I glanced at what he was pointing at, it was a banner of my sister playing the piano.

A smile found its way to my face when I saw how calm and feminine she looked. Logan soon stopped the car at the entrance, then quickly stepped down to open the door for my son and I.

“Thank you,” I awkwardly said because it was a treatment that I wasn't really used to.

“Maya,” Logan surprisingly called me just when I was about to enter.

“It's nice to have you around once again,” he said with a bright smile, then winked before disappearing into the car.

I smiled not because he found a way to my heart but because it was the opposite. Logan was someone decent and he got good pay from my parents, but I wasn't attracted to men like him anymore.

It wasn't even about men like him. I think I was just not attracted to anybody at this point. I brushed that thought aside and focused on the fact that I was about to meet my parents.

I showed the first usher that I came across the paper in my hand and she directed me to Selene’s room. Selene had told me that I had to meet our parents before the performance, which meant it was going to happen in her room.

I had a feeling that nothing good was going to come from this since my mother was involved. Selene had told me not to be negative and mother secretly missed me; more like her moneymaker though, if I were asked.

“Come in,” I heard Selene say after I placed a soft knock on the door.

Taking a deep breath, I glanced down at my son and held his hand tightly before walking in. The first person I made eye contact with was my mother and it didn't last for more than a few seconds because I couldn't take the intense stare.

There was a part of me that wanted her to accept me back and I really wanted to fight again-

“Mi amor,” my father cut off my train of thought with his loud voice before he hugged me.

I let out a little chuckle and hugged him back, slightly relieved that at least one of my parents wanted to see me.

“Father,” I muttered into the hug, then pulled away with a sigh.

He glanced at my son and squatted to his eye level which made Carlos back away a bit. My father shook his head with a sad expression which I understood because I couldn't imagine my grandchildren running from me.

“This is Grandpa,” I said to Carlos before giving him a slight push to father.

Thank God he trusted me enough to walk towards my father who hugged him immediately and muttered compliments.

I looked up and saw that my mother's attention was on the exchange between the two. She must have felt my eyes on her because she soon looked up and stared at me for minutes.

My chest tightened when she looked away from me. I wasn't expecting her to run towards me and hug me since that wasn't the type of person she was but I didn't expect this reaction.

“Mother,” I said even though a part of me wanted to keep shut.

“Why did you come back?” she said and her words but through my heart.

She really didn't have to suddenly act sweet, but the least she could do was act like she really cared about me after what she did six years ago.

“Cariño!” My father said in a high tone that surprised me because I'd never seen talk to my mother in such a way.

I guess a few years changed some things in him, although I couldn't say the same for my mother.

“Leave her, father,” I said coldly before grabbing my son's hand and walking out.

I shouldn't have come here in the first place, but I guess the curious part of me wanted reality to hit me.

“Did you talk to mother?” My sister, who seemed like she had been pacing in the hallway, said.

With a sad smile, I said, “I'm returning home after your show.”

I wasn’t going to cry over something like this. Why? Because the tears I shed for the past six years while trying to make a living for my son and I in a foreign place was more than enough.