Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 467

Chapter 467: 467-The Good One Died

Ian:

There were entries after entries, but among them was something I could not look away from. It was one specific thing repeated nonstop. In my father’s exact words, it was this:

’My father made a mistake. He acted too soon and killed, thinking he had killed the bad one. Little did he know, the bad one got to live.

But I carried this burden. I wanted to do something so their sacrifice would not be wasted.

All my life, I tried to do good things, but there were moments when my flaws came out.

One of them was when I made the deal about the academy.

Even when I tried my best to be a better version of myself, or to make everyone proud of me, I could not stop myself from letting a few people die here and there. I told myself it was because anger filled my veins over what they did to my wife, but the truth was that I was a flawed individual.

In the end, I justified it as the right thing to do. If the alphas planned all this entertainment, then their generations should be the ones entertaining everyone.’

As I read those words, my heart started to thump louder in my chest. Everything began to make sense.

In all the tests my father put Zian and me through when we were kids, all the hard physical labor that left scars on us, he watched to see whose scars healed first.

Zian stood.

The bad one had more monstrous genes in him.

"I wanted to tell you this last time, but I did not know how you would look at me then."

My father’s voice came from the doorway, and I instantly jumped to my feet, dropping the pillow onto the ground.

"What is this, Father?" I asked, showing him the diary.

He looked guilty. For the first time in his life, he started to take off his gloves and his coat, dropping them onto the ground.

He wandered inside in defeat, almost as if he were dragging his feet behind him.

"I did not want this outcome. I tried. I tried to convince myself that I should end the academy, but the bad part of me kept reminding me that there were still monsters out there. I have seen alphas worry for their sons, but I could not stop myself. I could not stop what I had started."

My father paused as he gently lowered himself, placing his hand on the mattress before sitting down, like a man defeated by many wars.

"I had to take revenge for your mother’s demise. There were moments when part of me wanted to unleash the demons, the monsters, onto the south, east, and west. But I stopped myself whenever I thought of your mother. I could not let it happen. She was the one who helped me become a better version of myself, but at times it was difficult," he explained, and a single tear rolled down his eye.

I sat beside him on the bed, staring at the wall where his picture with my mother hung.

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