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Leilani.
“I could not marry Ragnar even though he was the one I loved.” Her voice cut through the silence, echoing in my ears like the sounds of betrayal. “…and after my mother’s death, I had no other choice but to continue with the wedding arrangements with Malakai. I mean, how else was I meant to pay back the debt if not uphold our betrothal?” She asked, but frankly, I couldn’t respond.
I didn’t know what to say or how to voice how betrayed I felt. So I simply heaved a sigh and moved away from her, as if I could no longer stand the thought of sharing a space with her.
Which I couldn’t….
Especially not after everything.
Her shiny blue eyes followed my movements and they fell when I rose to my feet, my limbs shaky as I took several steps back.
“But it doesn’t make any sense.” I said after a moment of silence, shaking my head. “It doesn’t make sense that you were with Ragnar, my father, before you met Malakai…” I trailed off, my breath catching when she nodded slowly in agreement.
“Which is possible… but how am I Ragnar’s child? Did you keep seeing him even after being married to your husband?” I finished.
However, I hadn’t even finished saying those words when she quickly nodded, her eyes glinting with something akin to yearning and a bit of mischief as she explained;
“I never broke up with Ragnar. I could never leave him even after being married.”
So in other words, she was a cheat… an infidel… fuck!
“He tried to remain in my life by becoming friends with Malakai. He attended my wedding… stood by me as my only family left. But behind closed doors, we continued with our affair. We were always intimate. I slept with him while being pregnant with Gavin, slept with him even afterwards. And when I took in the second time after a series of sexual escapades with him, I feared that the child would be his. And guess what…?”
“What?” I snorted disinterestedly, disgust rising in my stomach like the largest bile there is.
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I couldn’t even hide the disgust on my face as I watched her shake violently, her clasped hands and legs vibrating as she shook her head again and again.
“Mrs Blackthorne!” Zevran yelled from behind me, but me being unfazed said nothing.
I simply folded my arms across my chest. “You asked me to guess but I cannot. So go on.” I spat.
Her eyes met mine for a fleeting moment and I saw something akin to regret fleet past them before she quickly shut it down and seethed;
“I gave birth to twins. Two girls. And while one belonged to Malakai, husband, the other one was his. And you… you Leilani exposed my illicit affair to the world.”
The fact that despite all of what she’d just explained to me, she still saw me as the villain… like this was all my fault… made me see her in different light.
It made me hate her to an impossible extent.
Made me so mad I wanted to scratch at my face.
I gritted my teeth as I pulled away from her, ignoring the searing heat now running up the length of my back due to how closely Zevran was standing behind me, and I hissed;
“And where can I find him now?”
“Who?” She asked with wide eyes.
“My father… Ragnar.” I snapped, “…where can find him?”
It took a moment for her to respond to me and when she finally did, she beamed a smile at me- one that seemed so maniacal, it made shivers run down my spine. She slurred;
“I don’t know.”
“Mother!”
“For real, I don’t!” She yelled back at me. “He suddenly disappeared from our lives shortly after your birth. Malakai swore to kill him and he fled, never returning. So I done know if he’s still alive or dead. All I know is that he never came back.”
“And you never felt his death?” I snapped, because truth be told, if they were really
mates then she would’ve felt it. She would’ve
“I mourned him so much. I was hurt for a long time, it felt like he died. So Leilani… I really don’t know.”
When she said these words, I did not know how to feel. I did not know whether to be mad or sad or downright irritated. I hated that she was going round in circles and that she wouldn’t just respond to me with clear words.
My hands balled into fists, itching with the irresistible urge to shake her until she passed out, especially since she still had the effrontery to smile smugly at me. And when she threw her head back and smiled, her gaze meeting mine, I wasn’t so surprised when I noticed the lack of remorse in her eyes…
The shamelessness… the spite… And I could not understand it.
Goddess, it seemed as though she would do it all over again if given the chance, and I could not wrap my head around why I was the one she hated not herself.
Not herself for creating this mess in the first place. Not herself for being a two-timer.
My breath caught at the thought, and what was more hurting was how she was the one who had committed the crime, yet I was the one who had paid for it for most of my life.
I bit down against the spiteful retort bubbling up within me and heaved a sigh, my voice cold as I mumbled; “I have another question to ask.”
Mother lifted her head then. Her eyes roved the length of my body and then darted away to look at the male standing behind me. She scoffed derisively, sounding almost insane as she spat; “What is it?”
I did not hesitate. I asked; “Did you ever suppress my wolf?”
Deep down, I knew the answer to that question but I had this urge to hear it directly from the horse’s mouth. However, as soon as I asked her that, she stopped smiling, frowned and hissed;
“You don’t have a wolf…”
“You know that’s a lie, Mrs-
“You have a beast.” She snapped interrupting me. “What you have is an abominable combination of a wolf and a lycan… and to worsen it all, you seem to come from a strange ancient lycan lineage…”
The lineage of Dark knights…?
“Did you suppress it?!” I yelled, interrupting her. “Did you and your husband do this to
me?”
“Yes!” She sneered even before I could finish, her eyes brimming with tears, “Malakai
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and I tried to suppress your wolf to hide the truth about your birth from the rest of the pack.”
“And then you both made me the pack’s runt that way. You made me live all my life thinking that I was defective because I couldn’t shift.”
“Leilani—” Zevran started but stopped when my mother hissed;
“You are defective.”
And goddess, that stung.
It stung like a motherfucking bitch!
“You hurt me beyond words. And it wasn’t even my fault that you decided to cheat on your betrothed. I am not mad that you cheated or that I was illy treated. I am mad that I suffered for something you committed. That I was made to pay for your crimes! “I yelled, hating the way my voice trembled and the way the corners of my eyes burned with unshed tears.
Wiping them off before they had the effrontery to fall, I drew in a deep breath and turned to face mother again, my voice icy-way too icy-as I spat;
“I suffered for you, Maurice. Take this cell as your karma.”
“You said you’ll help me out if I said the truth” She began to say but stopped when I quickly raised my hand, silencing her.
“And you were stupid to ever believe my words. You are gullible to think that I. the child you hurt so badly would help you out of here. Have a nice life!” I hissed, and with that, I turned and walked out of the cell without sparing her a second glance.
And as I walked, tears streamed down my face, my breath came in short rasps and my body shook with pain… with anger.. with betrayal.
That is until I walked into a wall…
Not a wall but a body,
Heat seared in the places where our bodies touched; And I glanced up just then to see who it belonged to:
“Jay?”
“I heard you came here with Alpha Zevran and decided to come pick you up.” He answered softly, his eyes soft as he took in the look on my face.
And maybe it was his voice.. maybe it was the way it made me feel, but I found myself
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throwing my arms around his neck and sobbing into his chest like my entire world was crashing and burning.
It wasn’t, but I missed him like crazy.
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