The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 20

Chapter 14: The Mother’s Legacy–1

Chapter 14: The Mother’s Legacy

(Olivia’s POV)

The snow had just stopped falling over Riverdale. The sky cleared to a brilliant blue, making the snow–laden trees sparkle like they were covered in diamonds.

I remember that day so vividly. I was only twelve, sitting in the backseat of my father’s car as we drove to pick up my mother from the hospital. The doctors had finally released her to come

home.

My father, Richard Winters, gripped the steering wheel tightly. His knuckles were white with tension. The silence between my parents was heavy, almost suffocating, but I didn’t notice it then. I was too busy fogging up the window with my breath, using my finger to draw pictures

on the glass.

“Look, Mama!” I chirped happily, pointing to my creation. “It’s us!”

I had drawn our family of three–stick figures holding hands under a smiling sun. My heart was overflowing with joy. Mama was finally coming home.

My mother turned in her seat to look at my childish artwork. Something flickered across her face–a shadow of pain that I was too young to recognize. Her beautiful amber eyes, so like my own, quickly reddened with unshed tears.

She quietly wiped them away before I could notice, forcing a gentle smile to her pale lips.

“Your birthday is coming soon, Livvy,” she said softly. “What present would you like?”

I continued drawing on the foggy window, adding a house with smoke curling from the

chimney.

“Mama, I want a wolf figurine,” I replied without looking up.

“A wolf figurine?” My mother sounded puzzled. “Do you mean a carving?”

I shook my head eagerly, finally turning to face her. “No, it’s a ceramic wolf! I want a light blue

ceramic wolf.”

My eyes sparkled with excitement as I explained, “Becky said there’s a new DIY workshop on Moon Street. We can buy an unpainted ceramic wolf and color it ourselves!”

“Last week, Becky and Jason went and painted two really cute figurines,” I added, bouncing

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slightly in my seat.

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My mother’s smile grew gentler, more genuine. “Alright, whatever my Livvy wants, Mama will

do with you.”

my mother and I sat at a small table by the window, carefully selecting colors and brushes.

My mother smiled, her amber eyes soft with love. “It is beautiful, just like you.”

She turned to gaze at me with such deep tenderness that even my young heart recognized something important was happening. Her breath formed small clouds in the cold air as she whispered, “Livvy, Mama loves you. Loves you very, very much.”

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