Chapter 376
“They should be in an institution,” Margaret stated flatly. “Somewhere they can be properly contained and monitored. Not running around our schools, not being integrated into pack life like they’re normal children. Just because Riley is technically the twin that was kidnapped when they were babies doesn’t mean Xenois and Lumina should be raising him. They found him months ago, after that whole disaster with Sophia-”
“Don’t even get me started on that,” Sarah interrupted. “The fact that sophia managed to keep Xenois under some kind of love trance for months, using Riley to try to replace Lumina as his mate… the whole thing was a disaster. And now we’re supposed to just move on and pretend like those children aren’t dangerous?”
I felt rage building in my chest, hot and fierce and barely controlled. These were pack members-people I’d served, people I’d protected, people whose children I’d cared for during pack events and emergencies. And they were standing here casually discussing putting my children in institutions, calling them damaged and dangerous and wrong.
“And what about Ollie?” another voice asked. I still couldn’t see the speaker, hidden as they were behind shelving units.
“The poor boy was officially recognized as Xenois’s heir, and now he has competition from Riley. And Lake too, if the rumors about werewitches are true. How is he supposed to take his title when he shifts completely and starts his alpha training if there are two other candidates with equally valid claims?”
“He probably hates all these changes,” Margaret said with false sympathy. “But what can he say? His parents are so focused on integrating these new children that they’re not paying attention to how it’s affecting their actual son. Ollie’s too loyal to express his resentment, but it has to be eating him alive.”
“Speaking of family,” Sarah said, her voice dropping conspiratorially, “has anyone heard from Silvia and Samuel Blackwood? The previous Alpha and Luna? They’ve been completely silent since Xenois and Lumina came back with the boys. Not a single public appearance, not even a statement of support. That’s… unusual.”
“My husband thinks they disapprove,” the unknown woman contributed. “That they’re staying quiet because they don’t want to publicly criticize their son, but they’re absolutely against everything he’s doing. The progressive policies, the acceptance of non-werewolves, those children-all of it.”
“Can you blame them?” Margaret asked.
“They built this pack on traditional values, on strength and purity and proper hierarchy. And now their son is dismantling everything they worked for. Letting in werewitches and other supernaturals, giving people qual rights regardless of bloodline, treating those facility children like they’re legitimate heirs instead of security threats… it must be devastating.”
“The Elder Council is reaching a breaking point,” Sarah said quietly. “My husband won’t give me details, but there have been closed-door meetings. Discussions about whether Xenois is still fit to lead, whether his judgment has been compromised by his mate bond or his guilt over what happened to Riley as a baby. Some of the elders are talking about calling for a leadership review.”
“Good,” Margaret said firmly. “Maybe that’s what we need. Someone to stand up and say that this has gone too far, that we can’t just throw away centuries of tradition because the Alpha feels guilty about his missing son turning up traumatized. Those children need help, not integration. The pack needs stability, not revolution. And frankly, Lumina eeds to remember that her job is to support her mate and raise her actual son, not to play savior to broken weapons from a terrorist facility.”
Something inside me snapped.
I moved forward, deliberately pushing my cart around the corner so I was suddenly visible to the group of women. They all froze, their
faces going pale as they realized I’d been standing there, listening to every word of their vicious gossip.
“Luna,” Margaret stammered, clearly trying to calculate how much I’deard and how much damage control was needed. “We were just-”
“Discussing my family,” I finished, my voice cold and level despite the fury burning in my chest. “My children. My mate’s leadership. My in- laws’ supposed disapproval. Yes, I heard. Every single word.”
The other women looked like they wanted to melt into the floor. Good They should be uncomfortable.
“We didn’t mean-” Sarah started.
“You meant every word,” I interrupted, my Luna authority making their around us feel heavy and oppressive. “You meant it when you called my sons damaged and dangerous. You meant it when you suggested they should be locked away in an institution. You meant it when you implied that my mate’s judgment is compromised and that I’m failing as both Luna and mother. So don’t insult my intelligence by pretending
otherwise.”
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