LUNA’S REVENGE: Rise Of The Rejected

Chapter 14

POV: Lena

Meanwhile, I collected the glass of juice offered to me by Adrienne’s father dreading yet bracing up for the next few hours. I honestly do not know what to expect but it’s obvious this sick old man has something that must be said.

“Do you remember where we left off?” He asked, still staring through those glasses at the picture in his hand.

*Ahem* I cleared my throat. One would think I had a speech of a thousand words to say in a minute. But of course I instead stammered at this man that made me so nervous “I-I-I”

“Oh yeah, I was asking you if you love my son, Adrienne. You were yet to give me an answer”, he looked down at me trying to look at me without glasses hanging low on his bridged nose.

“You know, we haven’t done a proper introduction. I’m sure you did with my son since he’s the one in charge now but I’m still Alpha, you know. Indulge me Lena, can you reintroduce yourself to me?”

“My name is….”

“Aht aht aht!” He stopped me raising his hand signaling me to stop.

“I’m not asking about your name of favorite fruit or color. I’m not trying to go on a date with you, my dear one. I’m asking if you can tell me a bit more about you and your background. What bloodline and ancestry are you from, all those. By the way, I already know your name is Lena” he closed on me with a chuckle, as though he couldn’t take me seriously.

Now this is getting intense, but gratefully, I have a little information about his question. I’m guessing we would be done here in a minute.

“So, let’s start with your mother, who is she?” He sipped from his glass, sitting upright, waiting for me to talk.

“My mother, well, there’s little to nothing I can say about her. Everything I know about my mother was told to me. I never grew up to experience her” I casually said cos honestly, even with a gun to my head, I can’t really say much about my mother. The little I know, father told me but either telling me as a bedtime story or told me in comparison to her that this was exactly what she did.

I was worried I was boring the man already, but was I amazed when he said:

“Go on, tell me what you know about your birth mother?” I wasn’t quite comfortable about his emphasis on ‘birth mother’. Did he know about Annabelle?

“Well, my father told me that she was that her name was Nabel, that she was from another tribe up north. There were mostly know for wizardry. He said the Shadow pack didn’t approve of their romance so they asked him to choose between the pack and they excommunicated him. He told me that was the reason we lived in the outskirts of Shadow pack territory.

“He told me that she died In Labour while giving birth to me. The pack suspected her of witchcraft so they used black magic to cause to bleed to death”

“Imagine, using witchcraft to kill a witch. What an irony”

“That’s exactly what I said” I said, with a grimace while hand gesturing to him.

“To who?” He asked without a flinch, like wanting to catch me in a lie.

Oops!

I must have gotten to comfortable.

“To a friend, not that it matters”

“Gotcha!” He released a wild loud laughter.

He really got me. I backed him up with an awkward laugh because I can’t believe I’m in a garden on a warm evening, having a conversation about my life with the Alpha of the revered moonstone pack. But I knew better that that was not an invite to be irresponsible around royalty.

“You’re not drinking, or don’t you like orange juice?” He looked at the glass in my hands. “I can send for something else. Maybe you would prefer something stronger. Wine, whiskey?”

“I’m okay sir, I love orange juice but I decided to finish answering first”, I showed my respect for him.

I don’t imagine Abel getting this close to a stranger. Except of course, he is going to f**k her. But Abel will never accept someone and even have this intense conversations. There must be something in for him in return. As his wife, I dared not get this close, we never spoke this much in the whole entirety of knowing him.

Because of him, I saw the members of Royalty as gods that were not to be treated without reverence. I saw them as though they were not humans and couldn’t be closed to. Funny enough, I had that perception before I married Abel. Maybe growing up poor and outcasted had that on me.

Marrying Abel did not just intensify that perception, it also cemented it. All my fears about the brutality of royalty came to life. My worst nightmare, Abel made it real.

Realizing I drifted in thought, I could hear The Alpha’s voice call out to me from a distance: “I said, you were trained well for someone brought up by just her father”.

“Thank you, sir”, I accepted his compliment. I took a good sip from my glass before going on To say:

“So that’s pretty much what I know about my mom. Birth mom. As told by my father”.

“Oh wow! Interesting”, he acted as if I just told him a blatant lie and he knows the truth. Unimpressed by my story but impressed by me not drinking while I spoke?Maybe it’s in my head.

“Care to tell me who is your father?” He spoke so gently at me, for the first time since I joined him in the garden.

“My father is Sebastian Yakov of the Rollo bloodline of the Shadow Pack. He lived a quiet meek live outskirts of town with no friends or relative. He was just a petty trader who lost my mom at my birth and has trained me as a single parent until he died recently”

“Dead? How recent did he pass on?”

“The week I arrived here, sir. About 5days prior”

“So about a month? I’m sorry about your loss”, he said and abruptly turned his head the other way but I saw him catch a tear. He sniffed and faced me. He feels this sorry for me? For him to cry over my father’s loss? Well, if he hears the most part of my life story, he going to cry a river. “So what happened? What killed your father?”

“I learnt he was sick. He lived his last days in a poor condition. Starving and not being taken care off killed him. I was out of town. I wasn’t aware neither was I present at his death bed.the news of his death came to me In The most heartbreaking way.” I was hold back tears as I narrated this story, remembering the truth, remembering Abel yet again.

“I’m sorry about your loss once again, Lena. Is there any relative you have or have heard of?” He asked me.

“As grown as I am, I only grew up with my father, my only and best friend -Trina, and occasionally being visited by an aunt that works in the palace. My father has never talked about any relative, not a brother, not a friend, nobody. It was just us and the old tales of my mother when she was alive” and that was when it hit me. I’m just alone In this life, all by myself. There’s no close relative I share blood with. Maybe 2nd and 3rd cousins that I’m not aware of but I have no living relative.

“Lena, I think you need to prepare yourself for what I’m about to tell you. I hope you’re ready for this…