Chapter 139
Lorik’s eyes didn’t leave me, but he nodded solemnly. “I know. No matter what, I’m always on her.
Ethan nodded in approval and shifted the car into gear. As we drove off, I caught a glimpse of Lorik in the side mirror, his fists slowly tightening as h
watched us disappear into the distance.
The following day went by without much fuss. My work was routine, almost mechanical Ethan sat the audience, observing as I recorded the show. I played the plano, my fingers gliding over the keys effortlessly. When I finished, stepping down from the stage, Ethan’s eyes gleamed with appreciation.
“You played beautifully,” he said, admiration thick in his voice. “Better than I ever did back in my day. In fact, I’ve never met anyone with more raw talent than my daughter… until now.”
I smiled modestly, though his praise made me uneasy. “You flatter me.”
Ethan’s expression shifted to something sadder, more reflective. “Maurice would have loved it,” he said, almost to himself. This piece, it was composed by someone he truly admired. But Maurice is off travelling the globe again. Who knows where he is now?”
The mention of Maurice brought back a wave of memories. Shakira and Maurice had both hinted. that my mother might still be alive. I hesitated, debating whether to tell my father what I knew.
But in the end, I decided to wait. Without concrete proof, I didn’t want to burden him with the rollercoaster of emotions that would surely follow. It was better to be certain first.
Before I knew it, night had fallen. Ethan and I dined together at his villa, where the dinner spread was lavish, almost excessive. The servants seemed confused, clearly not used to seeing Ethan so engaged. He was usually so distant, cold even. But now, with me, he was a different person altogether. I noticed a few servants exchange glances, wondering if their boss had taken a strange.
turn.
The next morning, Ethan left early for work. He had only come here because he thought I had been. injured, but once he saw I was fine, he had other responsibilities to tend to.
I, on the other hand, had nothing pressing. So, I decided to stay in the city a bit
the opportunity to travel around and explore.
longer, maybe take
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The weather was perfect–bright and sumy without being too hot. I wandered to the beach, the warm sand slipping between my toes as I strolled along the shore. The salty breeze, carrying the Taint scent of the ocean, played with my hair, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore. mixed with the laughter of tourists. There was something liberating about it, something that made my heart feel lighter.
As I walked, lost in the moment, I didn’t notice the dip in the sand ahead of me. My foot sank, and I stumbled, nearly falling. But before I hit the ground, a firm hand caught me by the arm, steadying
- me.
“Careful,” a deep voice murmured close to my ear.
1 turned, surprised to see Lorik standing there, his eyes calm, yet filled with something unspoken.
“Lorik?” I asked, utterly confused. “What are you doing here?”
He flashed a small, knowing smile. “Why shouldn’t I be here? You’re on vacation, I’m on vacation.”
I wasn’t buying it. “Tell me the truth.”
Lorik shrugged, his tone casual, almost too casual. “The first few years, I couldn’t take you anywhere because of my leg. Then, when I got better, I threw myself into pack business, trying to rebuild, make things right. I didn’t have time for anything else. But… I’m trying to make time now. For you.”
A cold sensation crept up my spine, and I turned to face him fully. His words felt off. I looked into his eyes, searching for answers. “Did you and Andrew have a complete falling out?”
His jaw tightened slightly, but his face remained unreadable.
“Lorik,” I pressed, my voice firm. “Did you?”
Lorik didn’t answer. His silence was heavy, a tension hanging between us like the unsaid words w both knew. I could feel the weight of the unspoken truth pressing down on me: it was because of me. It had always been because of me that Lorik and Andrew found themselves at odds again. Their clash, a conflict of alpha egos, sparked by the one thing neither of them could control–me.
I took a deep breath and tried to ease the burden I carried.
“There’s no need for you to fall out with your father because of me,” I began, my voice quiet yet firm. “Andrew still has influence in the werewolf world. He retains power, loyal henchmen… Even if you don’t see eye to eye, he’s still a force in the pack. I’m just a Luna who’s been… separated from you,” I continued, my voice faltering slightly on that last part. The word ‘separated‘ felt bitter on my tongue.
you should be able to tell who’s more important. Who carries more weight in this fight.”
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