Chasing the rejected Luna novel Chapter 57

I knew it. But that failed to explain the hurt that overwhelmed me. How had I failed to see it? I didn't fail to see it though, even if part of my heart still clung to the hope that this was all a big fat joke. 

"Stop looking. Open your mouth," Dianne came in front of me and brought bread to my lips. Even if I wasn't a fan of bread, at that moment the smell almost brought me relief. 

I looked at the bread and back at Dianne. This was the person I thought would never stop until she saw my downfall. But what changed? Although I knew the answer, I was unwilling to admit it. Meanwhile, she suddenly switched roles with her mother. 

"Eat. You need it for your baby. If not for you," she said and I paused because I was actually about to eat the bread. I could no longer fight hunger. 

"How did you know I'm pregnant?" I stopped and looked up at her while she shrugged. 

"My mother wasn't particularly silent about her plans for you." She looked to the door and pushed the bread further to my mouth. "You need to eat. It won't be funny if my mother or any of her followers catches me here trying to bring you food."

I took a bite even though I wanted to ask her a lot of questions. But I just bite them down and eat for my baby. 

I ate the bread and drank the water she provided. I had trust in her that she wouldn't poison me because of how her eyes shone with fear. 

"What other things were your mother not particularly silent about? Did she tell you why she kept me here? And where are we?" 

Dianne halted her movement as the cup almost dropped from her fingers and she bit her lips a confused expression on her face, "I'm sorry I can't tell you any of those. Even if I hate you and would want you out of my life and that of Alexander, I don't want this for you or your baby."

"I understand," I said and looked away from her. Even if she was of no help to me, at least the bread she gave me brought me some strength. And I hoped my wolf would wake up. Even if I had no idea what they did to her. 

And to be frank I was scared. The memories of the days I was without a wolf were still buried in the inner part of my heart. I had been traumatized because of it. And I wouldn't want to experience that again. 

"I hope you will find a way to get out of here. But you don't have to worry, my mother wouldn't hurt you," she said as she moved. 

"I doubt that," I said and she turned around to me. 

"My mother is not a murderer but the last thing she would do is to kill someone. She just wants to scare Alexander a little so he could give up the Alpha position," she argued and I smirked because she was so much in the dark. 

"Sorry to be the one to break it to you. But the mother whom you have known to be so innocent is not so innocent after all. She is a murderer."

Dianne balled her fists. She could not accept that her mother was a murderer. And I wondered how she would take it if I told her her mother killed her stepbrother. 

"My mother is not a murderer. I understand that you are saying these things because of the condition you are in," she pointed to the chair I was tied to. "But my mother would never hurt even a fly."

I burst out laughing. She had so much faith in her mother. I was once in her shoes. If Dianne's mother hadn't shown her real side to me, I would probably be in denial. But someone needed to tell Dianne. She needed to know the truth about the death of Rudolph. I also had to clear her on it even if she didn't believe a word I said. 

"Rudolph was killed by your mother," I whispered but I knew she heard because of the stiffness of her shoulders. 

Soon her eyes found mine. And there was disbelief in them. "How could you even say something like this? After all my mother did for you? She loved you like a daughter but you had to pin Rudolph's death on her. You killed him and she loved you regardless! How could you be so heartless?" She yelled, forgetting her words of not wanting to be caught in here by her mother. 

"Have you ever thought about how I killed Rudolph like everyone had said?" I asked her and I could see some amount of anger leaving her. 

Her eyes darted every which way and I knew she was thinking hard about the question. And I continued.