CHAPTER HUNDRED-SEVENTEEN

Then a knock came from the door and Alison came out of a room, Belle guessed it was her bedroom, as she opened the door shocked crossed her face..

“My queen---" she exclaimed, surprised that she had come to her cabin. Elena push through the door and walked into the modest living room. Her nose turned up as she assessed the simple decor. She scoffed silently.

“There is absolutely no need for pretence, Alison. I know you must hate me and wish me death---"

“My queen----" Alison gasped in dismay.

“Shut up and let me speak!” Elena snapped in contained rage. Alison swallowed. A little disappointed that the other woman had not come to make peace. She had been hoping that one day she would come around, and accept her relationship with her son. But it appeared it was nothing but a pipe dream.

“I have come to offer you, your last chance at redemption, and if I were you, I will think well before I push further, the mother of a man which you have stolen!”

“I'm sorry that you feel this way ---"