Fated For Lycan's Luna (Chloe and Blake) novel Chapter 90

Chloe’s POV

The news of my father's demise spread like wildfire through the packs, leaving a trail of sorrow in its wake. It seemed as though the very air carried the weight of the loss, dampening the spirits of all who heard.

Each and every members of the Red Moon Pack mourned.

Surprisingly, Vanessa spared no effort in ensuring that the funeral was a grand affair. She took charge and orchestrated a funeral befitting my father's stature. Every detail was meticulously planned.

I silently stood before the casket that held my father's lifeless body, a torrent of emotions surged within me. My chest clenched tightly and I could hardly breath. Inside, my heart was very heavy with sorrow.

“You look like you are at peace,” I whispered softly as I touched the casket where my father was laid.

In the past, my father was like a tall mountain. No matter what the situation was, he stood proudly and was filled with power. He held my life in his hand, and I could only helplessly follow him.

There was a long period in my life when I resented him.

Despite the power that he held in his hand, my father had failed to protect me. He even inflicted pain upon me countless times. I used to hate him... hate him to the point that I cut all of our communications with each other.

That time, I was certain that I did not want to see him anymore.

Yet, in his final moments, he had revealed a side of himself I had never seen before. He had bared his soul, expressing his true feelings, telling me that he loved me and cared for me deeply... and that he was in so much pain seeing me in pain.

I closed my eyes and sighed. My fingers trembled as I prevented the tears from falling out of my eyes.

In the last moment of his life, he made me feel his love for me.

I opened my eyes and a sad smile appeared in my eyes. And with my hand softly touching the side of his casket, I solemnly whispered, “Thank you, father.”

“I love you, too.”

Silently, I kept a silent vigil beside him as around me, the pack members continued to cry and grieve for the passing of my father.

But amidst the solemnity, a commotion erupted at the entrance. One by one, alphas from various packs began to arrive.

My father's reputation as one of the greatest potion masters had garnered him great prestige among them, and now they came to pay their final respects.

My gaze shifted to Vanessa. Instead of standing beside me, guarding the casket and honoring our father's memory, she was caught up in a frenzy of ingratiating herself to the visiting alphas.

"Alpha Williams, how wonderful to see you here. Your presence honors our pack," Vanessa's words dripped with honeyed sweetness, but I sensed the underlying insincerity.

Alpha Williams, a powerful figure from a neighboring pack, offered a polite nod in response. "My condolences, Alpha Vanessa. Your father was highly respected among us. His loss is felt deeply."

I watched their exchange, my eyes narrowed with suspicion. These alphas, with their carefully crafted sympathy, were not here solely to pay respects. They had their own agendas, hidden beneath layers of false condolences and empty gestures. They saw this as an opportunity, a moment of vulnerability for the Red Moon Pack.

Walking on their side was another alpha. Alpha Hawthorne, known for his cunning tactics and strategic mind, approached Vanessa, his voice dripping with calculated charm. "Alpha Vanessa, my deepest sympathies for your loss. Your father was a remarkable potion master, and his knowledge will be sorely missed."