Alpha’s Regret: Begging For My Luna Back novel Chapter 69

I took a shaky breath and turned around. I knew who was standing there. Even without looking at them, the familiar weight of their judgment pressed down on me.

It was my mother and father. Six years had passed, but they looked exactly the same–tired, and always, always disappointed in me.

Surprisingly it didn’t bother me the way it did back then and seeing them didn’t wake some old feelings or make me feel some type of way.

My mother didn’t waste a second. Her face was set hard, like stone.

I was hoping that maybe she wouldn’t insist on asking again but I was wrong.

“Faith,” she said, her voice dry and low. Then she asked the question that I knew was coming, the one she had asked Alice. “Do you have a son?”

I tried to keep my face calm, forcing a smile that felt tight and unnatural. I needed to sound polite, to take the high road.

“Well, hello to you too, Mom. And Dad,” I said, trying to inject some warmth into the cold air. “It’s good to see you. Six years is a very long time, isn’t it?”

I know that they overheard me but the fact that they couldn’t even be bothered to ask how I am was disappointing to say the least.

My father stepped closer, his jaw tight. He didn’t look happy to see me at all.

“Don’t start that, Faith,” he accused, his voice rough. “You’re the one who walked away. You’re the one who completely canceled us out of your life. Don’t blame us for anything.”

The small amount of calm I had built shattered instantly. But before I could argue with him, my mother cut in, her eyes boring into mine.

“We are not here to talk about who called who, or who left who,” she said sharply. She lowered her voice slightly, but the intensity didn’t lessen. “I asked you a simple question, Faith. Do you have a son?”

I glanced around the busy hallway quickly. I didn’t want anyone to hear this conversation, especially not the answer. This secret was not meant for public viewing.

“We need to talk privately,” I told them, trying to keep my voice flat. “Come with me.”

I guess this conversation was too important for my mother to even argue with me because she followed me without even arguing.

I led them down the hall to the small and empty guest room that I had been using. As soon as we were inside, I closed the door softly and turned the lock.

Before I could even speak, my mother was in my face, ignoring the surroundings completely.

“The truth, Faith. Right now,” she demanded. “Do you have a son?”

The shock didn’t last long, though. My mother recovered quickly, her expression twisting into disbelief and anger.

“That’s a lie!” she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. “You couldn’t stand seeing Alice happy, could you? So you came back to ruin things, and now you’re lying to say the child is Astor’s just to cause more trouble.”

I took another step toward her, my protective anger burning hotter than anything I had ever felt before. My voice was tight, but firm.

“Say whatever you want about me,” I warned her. “Call me a failure, call me a disgrace. But you will never talk about my son that way. You will never disrespect him like you always disrespected me.

Not ever again.”

My mother seemed to shrink slightly, but her main goal remained the same.

“Leave this place, Faith. Just leave,” she pleaded, dropping the sharp tone for one of desperate urgency. “Leave Astor and Alice alone. Leave their family alone.”

I smiled, but it was a cold, hard expression. I had come too far for that. I was done running.

“I wish I could, Mom,” I said, leaning in close so she could see the truth in my eyes. “But unfortunately for everyone, Astor already marked me. I’m not going anywhere. Better yet, it’s only a matter of time now before Astor finds out that he has an heir.”