Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 537

Chapter 537: 537-The Land They Created

Yorick:

I moved to separate them, but my father’s arm suddenly locked around my neck and dragged me backward, trying to pull me away from the fight.

I tore myself free and shoved him aside, then lunged forward again just as my mother threw her full weight onto Mariana, forcing her to the ground beneath her.

And then I saw it.

Blood began to seep between their bodies, and in that instant the struggle stopped as both of them froze, staring at each other in stunned silence.

I rushed forward, grabbed my mother, and dragged her off Mariana before flinging her aside so I could check on her.

Mariana was not bleeding.

When I turned, I saw the dagger buried deep in my mother’s chest.

In that brief moment, I remembered my mother and how I had spent my entire life in her shadow.

I did not understand what I was feeling. Watching her lose her life was not easy. She was my mother.

But was she still my mother after everything she had done to us and to others?

It should not have shocked me that she died.

Even as she took her last breaths, I saw the anger in her eyes. She was furious that she had failed to kill Mariana.

My father rushed to her side and knelt beside her while she faded. It did not take long.

She was gone within seconds.

I stood beside Mariana without moving. She had risen to her feet and was watching me, tears filling her eyes.

"I did not mean to do that," she cried. "I do not know how it happened. The dagger was toward her. When she threw herself at me, I did not realize."

She kept speaking, trying to explain, but I pressed my finger gently against her lips to stop her.

"This is what we deserve for what we have done to others," I told her.

The moment I said that, she grabbed my hands and shook her head firmly.

"No, you do not deserve that," she replied. "Do you think you are the same as your parents?"

"Am I not?" I asked, tears slipping down my face.

"You were controlled by them, Yorick," she answered, refusing to let me carry the blame. "I have always known you. I have always heard of you. It is not your fault what happened. You lived and survived an abusive household yourself."

She spoke softly, but there was no doubt in her voice.

She cupped my face and kissed my chin, then pulled me into her arms. I held her tightly and buried my face against her shoulder as the truth settled in.

My mother was dead.

And I had lost my brother too.

"Fix our mistakes."

The voice came from my father.

I broke the hug with Mariana and turned toward him. He was breaking down, yet somehow holding himself together. Beside him lay his son’s dead body, and in his arms he cradled his wife, holding her tightly.

"I did everything wrong just to please your mother," he said. "If I had known this would be the outcome, I would have acted differently. But I will not make her the villain. I enjoyed it as much as she did."

This was the first time he spoke without that hollow undertone.

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