I shut my eyes, holding back the tears that threatened to spill.
This can’t be real.
“Don’t you fucking call me mother! I am not your mother!” Her words hurt more than the lashes I endured from Nathalia.
“I don’t understand,” I found myself saying, not to anyone in particular, as I stared blankly ahead with a dazed look.
“Stefan was supposed to warm my bed one night, but for some stupid reason, he went into Ingrid’s chambers. I was so desperate because I had already taken a sex enhancement pill, waiting for his arrival, but he never showed up.” She let out a loud hiss, then glared at my father.
“Driven by frustration, I had to sleep with my lover. Unfortunately, I got pregnant. Ingrid did too, and we gave birth on the same day. To teach Ingrid a lesson for taking my place, I swapped our babies. The faded scar behind her ear was given by me, and she also has a long scar on her thigh. Her fur is black, just like mine. What more proof do I need to convince you that Nathalia is my daughter?”
“Don’t believe that crazy bitch, Dad!” Nathalia wrapped her arms tightly around the Luna’s shoulders, but the Luna shrugged her off, moving away from her.
“You mean Nathalia isn’t my daughter?” My father’s voice trembled as he gulped down the bitter truth. This evening was filled with drama. It was more than I could bear.
“Nathalia is my daughter, and Aurora is yours. She has Alpha blood running through her veins. It was a shame her Alpha seed awakened today, ruining my plans,” she lamented, casting a furious look at me before muttering inaudible curses.
Disbelief washed over me as I stared at Valerie in shock. Her confessions crashed down on me, hitting me hard and leaving me speechless.
Tears blurred my vision as I looked at Valerie, filled with so much hatred in my heart.
How could she do this to me?
I covered my mouth, my mind racing as realization took hold. That explained everything!
That explained why she hated me. Despite all my efforts to please her, she treated me like I was nothing.
All my life, I had wondered why she acted so indifferent toward me. Now I knew the truth.
She wasn’t my mother. She didn’t love me. I was a victim of her revenge.
A sharp pain shot through my chest, and I groaned as memories of how she had been mistreated flooded my mind.
For all these years, I had lived as a shadow, while someone else stole my identity.
I was supposed to be powerful, but instead, I had been a slave-the lowest of the low.
All these years, I endured accusations, suffering, bullying, and pain while Nathalia stole my life. She will pay dearly for it.
Lust cloaked me like a garment as my eyes remained pinned on her dripping pussy, studying it intently. I was so engrossed that I didn’t blink for a second.
How could I say no? What was I even thinking when I told her to leave? I swallowed hard, adjusting myself on the couch impatiently, my fists clenched into tight balls. My hips moved unconsciously, following the rhythm as she rocked her waist gently.
I grabbed a fistful of the couch when she began to move faster, her moans and curses filling the air. My hands pressed hard against my thighs before rubbing them. She was affecting me. I couldn’t resist her charms anymore.
“Oh shit,” she moaned, her eyes partly closed, her eyeballs rolling upward. Her trembling legs parted further, giving me a clearer and better view of her.
“Fuck!” I muttered inwardly, taking harsh breaths before licking my bottom lip.
“I want you to feed your eyes, my king,” her seductive whisper rang in my ears.
A smirk curved on my lips when she raised three fingers in the air before letting them fall slowly to her chest. I released a tense breath as her fingers massaged her breasts before sliding downward to her navel, circling it before she winked at me.
Without warning, the three fingers disappeared into her pussy gradually, moans escaping her lips. Her body quivered in pleasure as she gave herself slow strokes before increasing the pace gradually. While her fingers worked deep inside her, her other hand fumbled with her breasts, and one finger caressed her swollen clit.
I moaned in satisfaction as I enjoyed her little show, relaxing into the couch with my arms spread apart.
Not long after, she began to convulse, screaming loudly and squeezing her breasts hard. Her fingers worked in and out of her soaked entrance ruthlessly as more juices poured out.
Moistening her hands with baby oil, she cupped my cock before gently running her fingers down my length, her eyes fixed on mine. I adjusted, moving my hips slowly to the rhythm of her hands.
She swallowed half of my dick, licking it as if it were a lollipop. My head fell back against the chair as I relaxed further, savoring the warmth of her mouth around me.
“Fuck!” I groaned, holding her head in place while I lifted my waist slightly and pushed my hard cock deep into her throat.
“Argh!” My eyes nearly rolled back as waves of pleasure hit me hard, my dick reaching the end of her throat. I increased my pace, fucking her mouth ruthlessly as I felt my orgasm building. I let my cock slip out of her mouth, allowing her to catch her breath before plunging back in.
My chest rose and fell, my mouth slightly open as the tip of her tongue traced my length, moving up and down. Her mouth swallowed the head of my dick, sucking on it as if her life depended on it.
Incoherent words spilled from my lips as I neared my release. I shut my eyes tightly when her skillful fingers began to play with my balls, rubbing them between her moist palms with care.
I let out a deep growl, struggling to maintain control as my body began to shiver. I remained still, my face expressionless, as my release shot out of me. I didn’t want her to see how much she affected me.
Her head remained fixed between my palms as I continued to thrust into her mouth, my release filling it. “Fuck!” I gritted my teeth, clenching them hard before my mouth partly opened.
“Fucking swallow it,” I instructed. “All of it,” I emphasized, still holding her head in a firm grip.
Relief washed over me after my orgasm, and I felt lighter than before. I heaved a deep sigh, glancing at Rosa, who smiled sheepishly as if she had won a jackpot. I couldn’t help but frown at her childish behavior.
I hated that she was so clingy. What was she, 14?
“Is there anything else you want me to do?” she asked, caressing my thighs before gently stroking my deflated cock, still on her knees.
“Get out!” I ordered harshly, pulling up my sweatpants before walking away from her.
I was still drowning in the bottomless abyss of self-pity and anger when my father’s roars jolted me awake. My heart did a quick flip as I noticed his eyes turn pitch black.
Panic seized my heart as he let out another roar before dashing toward Valerie, seizing her by the collar of her dress. All my life, I had only seen my father blinded by anger once-never again, until now.
He rarely roared unless his blood was boiling with rage. My heart pounded fast against my ribs when I glanced at his sharp claws slipping in and out of his fingers.
That was it. Once he was consumed by his deadly rage, there was no going back. It was either he got killed, or he killed.
I needed no soothsayer to tell me that Valerie had dug her grave with her own hands by playing a fast one on my father. She had beaten the war drums; now, she must be ready to dance to its consequences.
She deserved whatever came to her. She was a horrible person.
My father’s rage filled the room so intensely that its strong scent began to suffocate me. I had to leave before things got messy.
“Who is that wretched lover of yours?” he demanded. I gulped down the bile in my throat when I saw the vein on his forehead pop out as he spoke.
“It’s Carson. It wasn’t his fault. I made him do it,” she screamed desperately, struggling to get my father’s attention before he acted irrationally.
My father’s head tilted toward her as disbelief washed over him. “Carson? My driver?” he said in shock. “He didn’t-“
“Shut up, bitch! You mean to tell me I wasn’t the only one you were seeing? You stooped so low as to have sex with my driver?” Confusion clouded his mind as he struggled to digest the revelation.
“I was lonely, and you were not always around…” she tried to explain.
“That’s so lame. To even think that I was fucking you all these while without knowing you offered your pussy on a platter of Gold to some nuisance, that good-for-nothing gold-digger!”
“Are you that cheap? You don’t mind spreading your filthy legs for any Dick and Harry that comes your way. You were supposed to be my mistress, mine alone. But here you are, fucking some driver until you gave birth to a bastard child!” he exclaimed, wild with rage. Wrath and disdain dripped from his voice.
A gush of disbelief swept through me as I fixed my gaze on my irate father. I thought he cherished Nathalia and worshiped the ground she walked on. I thought the bond between him and Nathalia was inseparable, a result of the years he spent nurturing her.
I thought the love between them was unbreakable, but now I knew that it was easier to hate someone than to love them. Love could vanish in the blink of an eye.
It saddened my heart to see how quickly he reduced her by calling her a bastard child. Did that mean the love he had for her had expired?
Pity replaced the fury I felt toward Nathalia. She was going through the toughest time in her life. It was crazy how she lost everything she loved dearly because of her mother’s selfishness.
My heart bled as tears streamed down her face. My father wouldn’t even look at her.
“Alpha, it wasn’t his fault… it was…” she stammered, struggling with excuses.
My father’s expression darkened as his eyes met Eve’s. She was rooted to the spot, flabbergasted by the twist of events.
“Eve,” he called authoritatively.
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