Alpha's Discarded Luna (Talia) novel Chapter 84

Chapter 82

Aires‘ POV

I stare at her… this woman I’ve been married to for five years,

the mother of my child, and realize I don’t recognize her at

all.

She’s always been… there. Gentle. Beautiful. A good

mother to Aeson, a competent Luna behind the scenes. She supported me after the accident, managed the household,

never complained. She checked every box I had for a wife,

except her background as an orphan.

But once she became the Luna, I never needed more than

her silent obedience.

Even when Imema returned, Eleanor remained reasonable.

Accepting and silent of her presence in my life.

But this woman standing before me now–cold, sharp, utterly

unyielding, is a stranger.

“I won’t agree to a divorce.” My voice carries the weight of

command, the certainty of an Alpha used to being obeyed. “So abandon the idea.”

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She shrugs, indifferent. “Didn’t Ms. Volkov have six months?

Funny how quickly things change. If I keep ‘bullying‘ her, she

might not last that long after all.”

The words hit like ice water. I feel my gaze turn arctic. “Eleanor. I know I’ve wronged you. I’ve overlooked your

recent behavior because of that. You’re Aeson’s mother, and

I don’t want to fight you. But if you continue this way, I won’t hesitate to protect what matters.”

She should be afraid. She should back down.

Instead, she smiles, bright, beautiful, utterly terrifying.

“You see? The moment I mention her, you’re ready for war.

You can’t have it both ways, Aires. If you won’t divorce me,

then here’s my condition: you never see or contact Imema

again. Not ever.” She pauses, letting it land. “Even if she dies.”

Fury burns through me. “Must you fight me at every turn?”

“Mr. Perseus.” Her voice is calm, final. “It seems you’ve made

your choice. Let’s see who wins.”

She walks past me without a backward glance.

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I don’t stop her.

For the first time, I have nothing to say. Because somewhere

in the cold spaces between her words, I’m starting to wonder

if I’ve been wrong about everything.

Talia’s POV

A week passes. Aeson remains in the hospital, and Aires

doesn’t call. I don’t either. The silence between us has

become a wall, solid and complete.

I’m in the kitchen when Robin comes home from school, his

backpack thumping against the doorframe as he bursts

through.

“Ms. Perseus!” His voice is bright, excited, but with an edge

of something else–hesitation maybe. “Aeson came back to

school today. Mr. Perseus and that mean lady brought him.”

My hands pause over the vegetables I’m chopping. Just for a

second.

Aires always had excuses when I asked him to do school

pickups. Too busy. Too much work. Too important. Now he

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finds time to go with Imema.

It was never about time. It was about me.

I’ve stopped doing pickups myself lately–can’t bear the thought of running into them. I was worried Robin might be upset, so I asked carefully if he’d mind having the driver take

him for a while.

He didn’t hesitate. “Ms. Perseus, of course that’s okay! You’ve been practicing piano and taking care of me. You must be so

tired. You should rest.”

If only he were mine. The thought slips in uninvited, and I

push it away.

Robin lingers by the kitchen island, shuffling his feet. “Ms.

Perseus?” His voice is small, hopeful. “There’s a talent show

at school this weekend. Dad’s still away on business, so he

can’t come. Do you think… could you go with me?”

I wipe my hands on a towel. “What kind of show?”

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didn’t get any points. If I miss this one too…” He looks down,

voice dropping. “I’ll probably be last in my class.”

This kindergarten isn’t like ordinary ones. The children here are heirs to powerful families, trained from infancy to

compete, to excel, to win. Events and contests are constant. The pressure is relentless.

Robin missed points when he first transferred-

understandable. But missing this would cement his place at

the bottom. No child wants that.

I reach out, smoothing his hair. “Alright, sweetheart. We’ll go.”

His head snaps up, disbelief written across his small face.

“Really? You really mean it?”

I smile. “Really.”

He launches himself at me, wrapping his arms around my legs. “Ms. Perseus, you’re the best! The absolute best!”

I watch him dance around the kitchen, pure joy radiating

from every inch of him, and something twists in my chest.

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But Robin–this child who isn’t mine–asked so carefully, so

hopefully. And now he’s over the moon.

“Robin.” I catch his arm as he spins past. “Are you sure you

want me to come? You won’t be embarrassed?”

His face falls, worried. “Ms. Perseus, don’t you want to go

anymore?”

“No, no, that’s not it.” I crouch to his level. “I just… what if we

don’t do well? What if I embarrass you?”

He looks at me like I’ve said something incomprehensible.

“Ms. Perseus, you’re beautiful. Why would I ever be

embarrassed?”

“But if we make mistakes-”

He cuts me off, his small face suddenly serious, those big

eyes holding mine with unwavering certainty. “Ms. Perseus,

as long as you’re there with me, I’ll be happy. I don’t care if

we win or lose. I just want you there.”

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