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A large family

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Mauve,

Descendant of the Moon Goddess?

Me?

The words hung in the air like a cruel joke. When Alpha Paleframe introduced himself as my biological father and claimed that I belonged to the bloodline of the Moon Goddess, laughter escaped me—sharp and hollow.

Not the kind born of amusement. The kind born from a life spent choking on silence.

A joke, after all, should know its limit.

I folded my arms, facing him squarely. My voice, when it came, was steady, stripped of any pretenses.

“I appreciate your story,” I said. “But I have no use for titles. The Moon Goddess—if she ever existed for me—gave up a long time ago.”

My gaze drifted to the window before I sat on the edge of the bed.

“You’re kind to bring me here, Alpha Paleframe. But I already had a father, and he ruined everything. I had a mother, and she was a monster.”

I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t cry. The emotion had long bled out of me, leaving behind only calm detachment. The father who bled my dry with his d
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