Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 350

Celeste’s POV

Mother was furious when she found out that Karl left.

I returned to the compound after it happened. My heart was shattered into a million pieces as I watched the man I had once loved, back before everything went wrong, walk off into the distance.

I knew I would never see him again. I knew that Mother would do to me what she had done to my siblings once she thought I was no longer useful.

She thought that I drove Karl away. She thought that my stupidity, cruelty, and ugliness had driven him to leave the pack for another woman.

Thankfully, she didn’t know that Natalia and those two little children were still alive. She thought her plan had worked in that regard, at least, so she didn’t send anyone after them–thank the Goddess.

But as for me–well, I was the disappointment of a daughter who couldn’t fulfill hers and Father’s grand plan. With Karl gone, I was no longer of use to her. A quick death, like the ones she gave my siblings, would have been a

mercy.

However, she couldn’t simply slit my throat in the middle of the night. No, after everything that had happened, Mother’s plan was at greater risk of being found out by Alexander than ever. With his daughter missing, allegedly having left of her own accord without a trace, he was on edge.

If I, the stepdaughter he had grown to love, went missing too? Or worse, if my corpse was found laying in my bed in a puddle of my own blood?

Well, Alexander would start pointing fingers. And he wasn’t very happy with Mother right now, not with how cruel she was to Natalia, so he might just point a finger at her.

So she had to be careful. She had to think. Plan. I was in the way, so the easiest thing to do was to simply lock me

1. up.

And she did just that.

She told Alexander that I was ill and couldn’t leave my room. She used one of her cohorts posing as a healer to corroborate the story–they diagnosed me with a highly infectious disease that could be spread just from being in the same room as me.

Alexander, of course, couldn’t risk the entire pack getting sick, so he listened to Mother.

So my sentence began. I didn’t leave that room for weeks. Food was brought sparingly, once a day if even that, and it was usually no more than a single serving of moldy, inedible bread and a cup of water. Some days, I didn’t even get that much. Mother’s personal servants “tended” to me, so of course, they were in charge of my rations.

On the outside, I was just a sick girl being cared for by her mother’s personal staff. No one knew that inside that room, I was wasting away.

It was a slow, miserable death, but I didn’t pity myself. I knew I deserved what was happening to me because of what I had done to Karl. I had hit him. Laid hands on the person I was supposed to love, marry, and raise children with. Mother had raised me as a weapon, but she had never told me to hit my own fiance. She may have taught me how to do it with her own actions, but in the end, I had been the one to guide my own hand.

Maybe that was why I didn’t fight back. I knew I would never see Karl again anyway, and even if I did, no one should forgive me for what I had done. It was better this way. It made more… sense.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify