The Scarred Luna: Alpha's Unforgivable Mistake のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

TORREN "Kael, I want answers. Now. Why the hell is it that every time I need something fast, everyone suddenly starts dragging their fucking damn feet?" I growled through the mindlink, slamming both palms against the table hard enough to make it shake. "I'm moving as fast as I can, Alpha." Kael replied, his voice tight with frustration. "But every lead we chase turns up empty. It's like we're just tracking loose ends and they end up getting tied up.” Kael answered, his voice calm and composed. I was damn close to panicking. The fact that I was an Alpha and shouldn't be caught dead or alive exhibiting any form of weakness, was the only last thread I was holding on to for my sanity. My vision blurred each time the thought that Eryn might have been telling the truth creeped into my memory. It just can't be possible. That's really absurd. “Just please find something. Anything. My son.” I whispered into thin air after shutting off the mindlink, holding the edges of the table

ERYN I never thought I’d be sitting behind this desk again—my father’s desk back at the main pack palace going through files and scrolls. Not as his heir. Not as the future Alpha. Just… helping out. Temporarily. The Pack House smelled the same. A strange comfort of old cedar, ink, and dominance. I’d grown up in these walls, shadowed his meetings, memorized the rhythm of power like a second language. And now, here I was, signing off on patrol shifts and rerouting the budget for the training grounds. Again. Only this time, Donovan had asked for my help and I said yes. Not for the title. Not for glory. But because, against my better judgment, this place still mattered to me. And maybe —just maybe— I wanted to prove to my father what he gave up when he told me I wasn’t meant to lead. My thoughts got interrupted when I found my dad leaning against the door post and out of habit, I shut the file that I was reading from. I'm not doing anything wrong, I tried to tell myself

ERYN For weeks, I told myself I’d never go back. Not to that city. Not to the ghosts. But it was like Veloria had a magnetic pull, and no matter how much I fought it, everything, Niko, my father, even the damn inheritance kept dragging me back. And maybe… maybe I wasn’t as strong as I thought. I am leaving for Veloria. If I repeated it long enough, it would practically sink in and become true, I hope. I’d already booked our tickets, mine, Dad’s, and Mom’s. Like it or not, they were coming. Several things were on my mind when I came to the conclusion of going back to Veloria and top of the list was my father's health. I had spent the last few nights buried in online forums, messaging old hospital contacts in Veloria, and combing through every article about experimental treatments. Two names kept coming up: Dr. Rhysario Vale and Dr. Brown. Rhysario Vale? I don't know who that is. Dr Brown. He was the one that was going to save my son if things didn't spin with that fundin

ERYN I stepped out of the terminal, already exhausted, only to find him leaning against a black car like he owned the entire goddamn city. What is he doing here? Something in my guts screamed that he was waiting for me but I kept moving, hoping it was a lie. “Eryn.” Torren called out and I stopped in my tracks, holding on to my suitcase a little tighter. “Amor? What is it? Is that him?” I nodded as I turned slowly to his direction. He gestured for me to come closer and I scoffed, my eyes were itching like tears would begin spilling out. Why? Why is it betraying me this way? “Wait a moment for me, mom. Dad.” I nodded and walked towards his direction. “Alpha Governor Torren.” I greeted, biting down on my tongue. “Was your flight delayed? I've been waiting here a while.” I stared at him in absolute confusion for a few seconds, taking deep breaths, trying to calm my nerves. Here goes the man who contributed to my son's death acting like nothing even happened between us. This is

TORREN Her face contorted into a frown and tears spilled out of her eyes as she stared at me with glistening eyes. This was one of those times when I just didn't need to look too hard at her to notice some of her facial features. She has a mole underneath her eye? I could have sworn I didn't know that. “Torren, you're a piece of shit.” She suddenly blurted out, placing her hands on the top of her chest like she was struggling for breath. She sniffed retrieving her phone from inside of her pocket as she began to tap away from her screen but I didn't have the time for whatever she wanted to show me. “You know why you came back, Eryn. I have had it easy for you and I know you quite miss the life when you were called Luna. So you can put off the act now and come home.” I stated, going back to my seat and I watched as her lips trembled. Surely, she wanted to come home. Who wouldn't want to come back to a life of goodness? Maybe the only thing stopping her is the way she wou