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Aprils pov

I’m dragged to the dungeons by the guards, and I hear people murmuring, “You don’t deserve this,” and “I’m sorry.”

However, their words are inadequate because they cannot free me from the silver chains, and they wouldn’t dare go against their Alpha for fear of being next.

Once upon a time, I used to believe that I had a pack I could rely on and one of the fairest and just Alphas, but all that went to hell today.

All this for why? Just because his son rejected me and my mum was defending me? This is not fair at all. What did my parent have to do with anything? Why are they being so damn cruel? My heart is hurting, I can’t take this anymore. They should just kill me with my parents because they are all I have.

Moon Goddess, why did you curse me so? 

We enter the dungeons, and I’m instantly hit with the smell of rotten blood and dead bodies.

Is this where they torture people? Or were these people sentenced to stay in this wretched place till their last breath?

One guard escorts me to the cell and throws me in it.

It’s dark, but I can still make out my surroundings using night vision.

The walls are stained with blood, and there is only one small window in the cell. There are two people huddled over each other. They look weak and oddly familiar.

I take in the scent, and it’s the same as my parents.

" M-m-mom? D-d-dad?" I stammer.

The people straightened up and looked at me with pain and a slight bit of hope.

Why are they so hopeful at a time like this?

“April, come here, Let us have one of our family hugs.’ My father jokes.

I jump on them, and they sandwich me in the middle.

Everything is quiet, and it’s clear that everyone is shedding their invisible tears as we remember the doom that awaits us tomorrow.

Mom breaks the tense and sad atmosphere by saying, “April, we want to tell you a bed time story,”

“really mom? I’m eighteen not eight. “I say while smiling.

“please April? Just one last time.” She says while tears threaten to escape her eyes.

The way she says, “one last time,” reminds me of the fate my parents will face tomorrow.

All because of my mate’s hatred for me.

This is the last time they will ever hold me, the last time I will ever hear them talk, and this is the last time I will be with them before I lose them to the clutches of death.

This is the last time I do anything with my parents, and it’s all my fault.

The tears start flowing like the River Nile, and it’s unstoppable.

“mom? Dad? I’m very sorry this is all my fault...” I say in between hiccups.

“don’t you ever blame yourself young lady.I was the one who chose to confront the Alpha not you. So, don’t you dare blame yourself.” my mom comforts me.

“now how about that bedtime story?” My dad asks while changing the subject.

“I’m listening dad! “I try to fake being excited, but I fail miserably.

“Once upon a time, there was a couple. They loved each other very much and were mates, but unfortunately for the couple, they couldn’t have children. They tried everything, but nothing worked.

They did not lose hope. They kept on praying to the moon Goddess, and she did not fail them.

One night, when the husband was out hunting, he encountered a couple.

The couple seemed sad and afraid.

“hello? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?” The hunter asked.

The couple turned, and he was surprised to see them carrying a child.

“This is our daughter. We are in danger, and she is the last of the Sinclair bloodline.. they will find us soon and kill our baby.” They replied, both sobbing.

“what are you running from?” the hunter asked.

“we do not have time to explain. Just please take care of our daughter and make sure they never find her!” they said.

They left the hunter with the baby without answering any of his questions, transformed into their wolf form, and ran. He debated leaving the child, but when he gazed upon her face, he saw nothing but innocence. When she opened her eyes, The hunter decided he would keep her for sure because, at that moment, he felt like she needed him, and in a way, he needed her, too.

The hunter went home to his wife and told her about the child, and they raised her and loved her as though she was one of their own because, to them, she was. She was their world and was loved beyond words. They were pleased, but they never heard from the couple again. The end.” My dad concludes.

Before I can say anything, Dad has already started talking.

“April, this might be hard to hear, but you are not a Robinson. You are a Sinclair,” he tells me while not breaking eye contact.

Wait, Sinclair? Isn’t that the last name of the child that was found by the hunter? I can’t be that ch-

Before I can finish my thoughts. My dad says the words that I’ve been dreading to hear but somehow I felt they were coming.

“April, you are not our biological daughter,.”