Chapter 69
I took a shaky breath and turned around. I knew who was standing there. Even without looking at
them, the familiar weight of their judgment pressed down on me.
It was my mother and father. Six years had passed, but they looked exactly the same–tired, and
always, always disappointed in me.
Surprisingly it didn’t bother me the way it did back then and seeing them didn’t wake some old
feelings or make me feel some type of way.
My mother didn’t waste a second. Her face was set hard, like stone.
I was hoping that maybe she wouldn’t insist on asking again but I was wrong.
“Faith,” she said, her voice dry and low. Then she asked the question that I knew was coming, the
one she had asked Alice. “Do you have a son?”
I tried to keep my face calm, forcing a smile that felt tight and unnatural. I needed to sound polite,
to take the high road.
“Well, hello to you too, Mom. And Dad,” I said, trying to inject some warmth into the cold air. “It’s good to see you. Six years is a very long time, isn’t it?”
I know that they overheard me but the fact that they couldn’t even be bothered to ask how I am was disappointing to say the least.
My father stepped closer, his jaw tight. He didn’t look happy to see me at all.
“Don’t start that, Faith,” he accused, his voice rough. “You’re the one who walked away. You’re the one who completely canceled us out of your life. Don’t blame us for anything.”
The small amount of calm I had built shattered instantly. But before I could argue with him, my
mother cut in, her eyes boring into mine.
“We are not here to talk about who called who, or who left who,” she said sharply. She lowered her voice slightly, but the intensity didn’t lessen. “I asked you a simple question, Faith. Do you have a
son?”
I glanced around the busy hallway quickly. I didn’t want anyone to hear this conversation, especially
not the answer. This secret was not meant for public viewing.
“We need to talk privately,” I told them, trying to keep my voice flat. “Come with me.”
I guess this conversation was too important for my mother to even argue with me because she followed me without even arguing.
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I led them down the hall to the small and empty guest room that I had been using. As soon as we
were inside, I closed the door softly and turned the lock.
Before I could even speak, my mother was in my face, ignoring the surroundings completely.
“The truth, Faith. Right now,” she demanded. “Do you have a son?”
I looked at her, at the years of worry and hurt and judgment in her eyes. It felt heavy to finally admit
it to them, to make it real.
there was no use even trying to pretend like they didn’t hear what I said or lying that I didn’t have a
son because I’m not stupid enough to kid myself into thinking that the truth will not come out
sooner or later but the best reason for doing this was to see them squirm with the secret that I’ve
been keeping. because I know them enough to know that they will never tell anybody in order to
keep their daughter happy.
“Yes,” I said, nodding slowly. “I do.”
My mother didn’t scream or cry. She did something much colder. She started laughing a sharp,
high sound that held zero humor. It was ugly and mocking.
“Oh, Faith,” she sneered, shaking her head. “You should be ashamed. Coming back here, showing your face, knowing you cheated on your mate and had a child with someone else.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. The fact that she assumed, immediately and completely, that I had failed again, that I had run off and disgraced myself with a stranger, made me dizzy with
fury. She didn’t even consider any other option.
That was it. That assumption broke the carefully locked box in my mind. The secret I thought I would take to the grave exploded out of me.
“How bold of you, Mom,” I spat out, stepping closer to her, my hands shaking. “To assume you know everything, just like always. You want to know who his father is? Because I will tell you.”
I paused, letting the silence hang heavy between us.
“My son is Astor’s son,” I announced, my voice loud and vibrating with anger. “That means your grandson is the future Alpha of this Pack.”
For a few seconds, utter silence filled the room. My mother just stared. Her mouth dropped open, and my dad looked completely pale, leaning against the door for support.
The shock didn’t last long, though. My mother recovered quickly, her expression twisting into disbelief and anger.
“That’s a lie!” she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. “You couldn’t stand seeing Alice happy,
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could you? So you came back to ruin things, and now you’re lying to say the child is Astor’s just to
cause more trouble.”
I took another step toward her, my protective anger burning hotter than anything I had ever felt
before. My voice was tight, but firm.
“Say whatever you want about me,” I warned her. “Call me a failure, call me a disgrace. But you will
never talk about my son that way. You will never disrespect him like you always disrespected me.
Not ever again.”
My mother seemed to shrink slightly, but her main goal remained the same.
“Leave this place, Faith. Just leave,” she pleaded, dropping the sharp tone for one of desperate urgency. “Leave Astor and Alice alone. Leave their family alone.”
I smiled, but it was a cold, hard expression. I had come too far for that. I was done running.
“I wish I could, Mom,” I said, leaning in close so she could see the truth in my eyes. “But unfortunately for everyone, Astor already marked me. I’m not going anywhere. Better yet, it’s only a matter of time now before Astor finds out that he has an heir.”
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