The Discarded Luna Is The True Heiress

Episode3

Sloane's POV

“That's impossible,” I said firmly, but Sterling was already on his feet.

“Where is he?” Sterling asked.

“Sterling–” I began to say.

“I-in his playroom,” the omega managed to answer, and in three long strides Sterling was on the staircase already.

“Sterling!” I called after him, not liking the sudden turn of events.

“He can't possibly believe Toby took that b***h's bracelet,” Scarlett said, her disappointment mirroring mine. But now wasn't the time to dwell on that. I can't allow Sterling talk to Toby in that state

I ran up after Toby, using more of my wolf abilities, and arrived just in time as Sterling was about barging into the playroom.

“Sterling!” I called out firmly and for a moment he paused, his eyes widening slightly.

Now wasn't the time to dwell on this, but it seems like I Alpha-commanded him.

I exhaled slowly. “You can't possibly believe Toby took Penelope's bracelet.”

“Then explain how it got to be amongst his things.”

“Someone probably dropped it there on purpose, and–”

“Are you insinuating that Penelope did that?” He cut in, his brows raised in a frown.

“Yes, dumbass,” Scarlett whined in irritation.

“I'm not,” I said, even though that's the obvious answer, but I didn't have proof and Sterling's mood was on an edge and I wouldn't want to piss him off further. “But we both know Toby is never interested in shining things. Especially not something as shiny as Penelope's bracelet,” I pointed out. “He's more into rocks, geometric shapes, and most times the sound of running water, but not these,” I explained softly, but firmly.

“Then explain what he was doing at the guest wing yesterday,” Sterling said, and just when I was about to answer the playroom door opened, and Toby stepped out.

“Mommy?” He called out softly, looking up at me with those colorful green eyes of his.

He glanced briefly at his Dad then back at me, his eyes asking all the questions he couldn't bring himself to ask right now.

“Hey sweety,” I crouched down to hug him, then turned to look at Sterling. “I'll find out about that.”

“You better. And you owe Penelope an apology,” he said, then turned on his heels.

I spent a few minutes with Toby, before going to prepare for the PTA meeting at the Pack's Elementary school.

Arriving at the school, Sterling as always took the liberty of ‘showing’ Penelope around.

We spent over two hours at the schools, and only about thirty minutes in it was used for her supposed book tour, and the look on the faces of some of the parents who at least went through the first page tells me I'm not the only person who thought the book was trash.

Penelope clearly had no idea how to parent special kids. But she was the Alpha's guest, so people kept their opinions to themselves, and let their expressions leave subtitles.

We got back at exactly the time for lunch, and that's when I was informed that Sterling had organized a small party in honor of Penelope's book tour, which to me is completely unnecessary. But I've come to the sad realization that when it comes to Penelope, nothing is ‘unnecessary’.

The party consisted of ranked Pack members, and their kids-which were mainly toddlers.

The adults were seated in the main dining room, while the kids were in a corner room.

Lunch was served, and while we ate Sterling always found a way to make Penelope the center of attraction-each conversation always has a way of making her seem like she is the world's savior.

But I kept my cool, and tried my best to reel in Scarlett's anger.

Halfway through lunch Penelope excused herself. The moment I noticed she was headed to the room the kids were in, I excused myself immediately. After the stunt she pulled this morning, I can't trust her around my kid.

“Luna Sloane,” Beta Carter's wife, Evelyn, called out to me from behind.

I took one last look in the direction Penelope went, and tried easing myself with the fact that Toby wouldn't be alone so Penelope won't be able to pull any funny stunt.

I turned around to see Evelyn walking graciously towards me.

“Thanks for inviting us for lunch, the food was delicious,” she complimented, but there was a certain mischievousness in her gaze that tells me this wasn't what she came to tell me.

I smiled. “It's good to have you here, Evelyn.”

“You're such a wonderful host,” She chuckled. “Not every wife would make things this comfortable.”

I knew it. There's no way in hell, Evelyn walked down here just for some fancy ass compliment. As the greatest gossip amongst the elite, she always wants to have some breaking news to deliver to her cohorts.

“I don't understand what you mean, Evelyn,” I lied, mirroring her fake smile. “But if you'll excuse me.”

I walked away without wasting a second more, and headed to the kids room.

I froze the moment I rounded the corner leading to the room.

“Is that peanut butter I smell?” Scarllet asked, and my heat dropped to the pit of my stomach.

Oh goddess! Please no!

I took to my heels and burst into the room, not a single kid in sight, just my poor baby by himself in a corner with his eyes wide with terror, and his lips swollen and rounded, his cheeks red from the swelling, and tiny hives all over his body and traces of blood on his fingertips from scratching himself.

My heart stopped.

“Toby!” I gasped, rushing to his side immediately.

“Mommy,” he slurred weakly, his voice coming out thick from his swollen lips.

I had EpiPens in every room in the Pack House, something Sterling has regarded as me doing too much. But there's nothing like doing too much or being too careful.

When we adopted Toby, and got an understanding of his conditions and peanut allergy, I had laminated a card with Toby picture on it and placed it on almost every corner of the kitchen wall as a reminder that Toby can't have any form of peanuts, I even explained anaphylaxis to every staff in the Pack House and told them what to do in case of emergencies, and for the past five years they've followed through judiciously. Until now. And I have a solid feeling about who's behind this.

But now's not the time to dwell on this, I rushed over to the pouch with his EpiPen and with shaky hands that didn't feel like mine anymore I grabbed it and rushed over to his side.

I pulled him closer, steadying his leg with one hand.

“This would make you feel better, okay?” I said softly to him in assurance, then pressed the injection into his thigh with a single click.

The voices of kids chatter filled the room, and died down almost immediately as they found me on the floor with a tear streaked face, and Toby who was still having difficulty breathing in my hand.

Penelope was with them, I sensed her without needing to look up as I had my eyes fixed on Toby.

“Oh my goddess what happened to Toby?” Penelope's voice cut through the silence, and In a heartbeat she was right in front of us. “Let me help–” she began to say, stretching her hand to touch my son like she hadn't done enough already.

“Get away from my son!” I growled, Scarlett flashing in my eyes, but the pretentious b***h just didn't know when to drop her act, and made to touch him again.

This time I let my claws do the talking.

Penelope screamed, and stumbled backwards, her eyes wide with terror as she stared at her arm which was gushing blood from where Scarlett clawed at her.

Not sparing her a glance more, I stood up with Toby in my hand, and walked away.

I met Sterling as I walked down the hallway.

“Sloane what happened?” Sterling asked, his brows etched in a frown. “I heard Penelope scream.”

Not what happened to our Son. Penelope. Still Penelope. Even in a state like this when it was clearly visible that our son almost lost his life but what my mate was concerned about Penelope.

I glared at him and walked away, not trusting the words that'll come out of my lips if I indulged in his madness.