Novel & Cerita He Celebrates When Daughter Burns

'Wow, November is just weeks away,' 'Whoopee,' 'Yay! We can spend Halloween together!' 'I hate holidays, I don't celebrate anything because there is no reason to be happy and joyful. I don't need a holiday to achieve that.' 'You are sick, I understand that now. Well, back to our guessing.' 'You finally realized you are not a kid and need to act your age. You have a daughter, you know.' 'No, I'm still nine years old, your lies won't change a thin… I have a daughter!' She shouted. I chuckled.

“The pack healers and I burned her according to you, Luna Sellyn.” “YOU WHAT?” Now that storm of anger has taken over me. “I never ordered anything! I simply told the healers to tend to her body and keep her dress and tiara untouched!” I was shouting now, probably screaming. Nichole pretended to be afraid and laid the urn before my feet. The rain wet its silver and blue exteriors. “Get out of my sight, Nichole,” I growled, my claws unsheathed. “I never ordered such a thing. How dare you burn my daughter!!!”

Liam immediately understood and said, “We’ve checked the security cameras, but the circuits went haywire due to the storm, and they broke down over the past few days. Our strongest clue was ruined, just like that. “But the murderers actually had the audacity to put the corpse’s pieces in front of the police station?! They’re mocking the police!” The murderers’ insolence made everyone’s expressions sink. “I know that you took leave today to celebrate Jade’s 18th birthday, but this case is important, and we can’t do it without you.” When he heard my name, my father’s expression turned even darker. “How could I possibly celebrate her 18th birthday? She’s not worthy of it.” Sadness bloomed in me

Because my father's childhood sweetheart's daughter was accidentally burned, my father was angry and locked me in the fire house where werewolf criminals were punished. He assigned the housekeeper to set the room to spray fire every 2 hours. The burns were excruciating, my werewolf healing barely keeping me alive between sessions. Ten days later, he finally remembered he had a daughter and decided to let me out. But what he didn't know was that I had already died in that fire house, never to wake again.

When I saw Nina's clothes and belongings, a huge wave of sadness overwhelmed me again. Samuel called out. His voice was icy, "There's a celebration tonight. Bring Nina along." The day of his celebration was the day of my daughter's death. His honor was paid for by my daughter's life.

He sounded excited. “Call him. They are preparing a celebration as we speak and it’s not for their new Luna.” “What do you mean? What are they celebrating for then?” “My f*cking daughter. They found her and didn’t tell me until today when they introduced her to the pack. They are all dead to me now, including her. F*ck them all! I want them dead now.” I explained in a deadly tone, clenching my jaw. “No f*cking way! Okay, well let’s do this. Get the rogues and head to Carter’s pack. I’ll make sure they get poisoned and die.” He chuckled wickedly.

He walked towards me, bending beside me. “Three months. That’s all you have and I hope you make the right decision. Because if she dies, her blood will be on you just like mother’s blood is. And do you know the funniest twist darling daughter?” he spoke, trailing my face with his finger. “Your mother’s 30th Remembrance Day is the same day as your daughter’s 20th birthday. I hope you understand what I mean?” He added, with a wicked grin on his face. I gazed at him, my entire body trembling. Father wasn’t just giving me a deadline; he was preparing to make history repeat itself.

On New Year’s Eve morning, I brought all the gifts that I had prepared earlier to my daughter’s place. My daughter, Lydia Smith, pinched my grandson, Charlie Smith’s cheeks. “Charlie, we’re going to your grandparents’ place for the New Year’s. Aren’t you happy?” Charlie jumped in excitement. “I’m happy! I love spending the New Year’s with Grandpa and Grandma!” I stood aside and felt a little upset as I looked at their happy faces. Lydia and her husband, Ben Smith, were both the only children of their families.

My feet pounding the rhythm along with the drums. “Oh devoted Ahlai, Oh devoted Ahlai, Your son is Alpha Lunar Storm, your pack’s weakness did die! You saved them with a blessing gifted from most high!” The singers trumpet. The beat a gleeful celebration of Alpha Rezaor’s triumph with no acknowledgement that Ahlai’s father is the one who is dead or that her son was the result of forcible mating. I happily dance. I am a puppet on the stage, doing as is required of me. Dead inside. The happiness just a mask for my disdain.

He's not one to pass up the chance to speak first, so his behaviour is more than unusual. "My daughter," he finally speaks up. A bright smile spreads across my lips. It's not often that he addresses me as his daughter instead of using my name. Moments like this make all the struggle worth it. "Please stay by my side as I address our Alliance. Tonight, we shall make history." I clench my fists at his words. How could I not have seen this coming? Of course, my naive self had hoped he would acknowledge me a little more now that I am actually part of his grand plan. As always, I must stay close to him, for I am the one our enemies fear. As long as he can use my existence as a weapon to orchestra