Semua Bab My Ex's Uncle Claims Me as His Luna: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Mason’s POVI watched Layla from across the banquet hall, her green dress swirling around her long legs as she walked toward my uncle. The silver snake patterns seemed to slither across the fabric when she turned.Samuel had spared no expense, clearly.Jealousy burned in my gut. She should have been at my side tonight, wearing my colors, supporting my campaign. Instead, she stood by my uncle, drawing admiring glances from every male wolf in attendance.I grabbed a glass of wine from a passing server, downing half of it in one swallow. The alcohol did nothing to dull the sharp edge of envy slicing through me.“Quite the statement your uncle’s making,” commented Alpha Richard from the Eastern Territories, appearing at my elbow. “Bringing your Beta as his companion.”“Political theater,” I replied dismissively. “Samuel always did have a flair for the dramatic.”“Is that all it is?” Richard asked, clearly unconvinced. “The way they look at each other suggests otherwise.”I crushed that obs

Abigail’s POVI reached for another spoonful of the kale curry, savoring the blend of spices Mason’s chef had prepared especially for this banquet. The emerald green leaves looked very tempting with the other delicacies spread across our table.Across from me, Father lifted his own spoon to his lips, nodding appreciatively as he tasted the dish. “Excellent preparation,” he commented to Mason. “Your chef has outdone himself.”“Only the finest for family,” Mason replied, beaming at the praise. He gestured grandly toward the other dishes arranged on the pristine white tablecloth. “We spared no expense tonight.”I took another bite, relishing the way the curry warmed my throat. The baby kicked suddenly, making me shift in my chair. My hand moved instinctively to my belly, feeling the little life moving within me.“The heir seems to approve as well,” I said, smiling down at my rounded stomach.Samuel sat beside Layla, cutting his meat. His golden eyes flicked toward me occasionally, but he

Abigail’s POVThe older woman looked at me for a long moment, tears finally spilling down her cheeks. Her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but no words came out.“I’m waiting,” I said impatiently.Claire closed her eyes, took a shuddering breath, and opened them again. When she spoke, her voice was so quiet I had to strain to hear her.“You want the truth?” she whispered. “The truth about why I called you daughter?”“Yes.”She looked toward the door, as if checking to make sure we were truly alone. Then she turned back to me, her face crumbling.“Because you are my daughter,” she said simply.“What?” I staggered backward, my mind reeling.“You are my daughter,” Claire repeated, tears flowing freely now. “And Layla…Layla is the true Oakshadow princess.”I stared at Claire, my mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. The words she had just spoken made no sense. They couldn’t be true.“That’s impossible,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “You’re lying.”“I wish I were,”

Abigail’s POVI rushed back into the banquet hall, my legs shaking beneath my gown. Claire’s words pounded in my skull like hammers. You are my daughter. Layla is the true Oakshadow princess.No. I squeezed my eyes shut, then forced them open. I had to focus. Had to make sure no one else discovered this poison that threatened to destroy everything I’d built.My hands wouldn’t stop trembling. I clasped them together, then pulled them apart when that made the shaking worse. Several guests turned to watch Layla across the room. Their eyes lingered on her face, her bearing, the way she held herself even while recovering from the kale reaction.“She does have unusual grace for a nanny,” one elderly wolf murmured to her companion.“And those cheekbones,” the other replied thoughtfully. “Very elegant.”My stomach churned. They were seeing it. Seeing what Father had noticed. The similarities that would unravel everything if anyone looked too closely.I crossed the room quickly, my heels clicki

Layla’s POVSamuel walked me toward the banquet hall exit, his hand resting lightly on my lower back. The night air felt cool against my skin after the stifling warmth inside.“Be careful of your mother,” he said quietly.I stopped walking. “What?”“Just be cautious,” he repeated, glancing back toward the hall. “Watch her closely.”My mind raced through the evening’s strange events. Mom’s behavior at the archives weeks ago. The torn pages showing my necklace. Her complete breakdown at dinner tonight.“You know she tore those pages,” I said, frowning. “Is that why you’re warning me? Because you’re angry about the archive?”“This isn’t about anger—”“Then what?” I crossed my arms. “She’s my mother, Samuel. She’s not dangerous.”“I didn’t say she was dangerous,” he said carefully.“Then what are you saying?”He glanced toward the spot where Abigail and her father had disappeared earlier. The intensity in his expression made my skin prickle.“Some family secrets are dangerous to uncover,”