Chapter 10
Kieran’s words left Alice completely
unprepared. She didn’t expect him to know, at
least not now.
Nevertheless, she quickly regained her composure, a look of surprise flashing across.
her face.
“Did your father tell you?” she asked, her voice tinged with practiced sorrow.
“Kieran, it’s not that I don’t want to
acknowledge you as my cub. It’s your father-
he always stops me.” Alice continued, “And…my relationship with Zara…”
Her voice trailed off insinuatingly.
“If she found out you were my son, she might do something reckless. I just want to avoid anything bad happening.”
Alice spoke with a perfect air of false
vulnerability, then wrapped her arms around
Kieran, and with a sob, said, “You have no idea
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how touched I was-when you and Diana first called me ‘mom””
“So many years…I’ve dreamed of hearing your that. But I couldn’t, I wasn’t allowed.”
say
Then she broke down, trembling as she leaned
into his chest.
Seeing the woman he had always thought of as a kind and elegant aunt cry like a real mother,
Kieran’s eyes reddened too.
He held her tightly, choking up as he said,
“Mom!”
“Mom, I’m grown now. I have a job, I make money. You don’t need to hide yourself anymore.”
“That she-wolf who birthed me-I don’t
acknowledge her. If she’s smart, I’ll let her stay
home and do maid duties or something, at least let her clean up.”
“I’ll even let her serve you. That’s the debt she owes for all these years she kept us apart.”
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That’s the term he used. That she-wolf. Her.
In his eyes, what have I become?
Just a maid-not a mom.
Not the wolf that raised him.
Jameson once promised me. He once said I was
his soul mate.
But now…now he let our son treat me as a
burden to be disposed of.
For so many years, I poured my heart into raising Kieran.
My body wearied from scrubbing floors,
cooking, ensuring every corner of the home was
spotless, but it seemed no one noticed-no one
notices anymore.
Clean clothes? They thought they washed them
themselves.
Food on the table? It was always there-hot, freshly made, perfectly tasting,
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A clean house? That was a given.
Normal.
Kieran forgot the pup he used to be-the pup who dragged heavy buckets in the kitchen to help me clean.
The one who stood on a stool, insisting on helping me wash dishes with his little soapy
hands.
But all those memories?
For him, faded and replaced by brighter, more dazzling moments, in which I no longer belong.
Alice? She couldn’t be more satisfied.
She spent years enjoying the fruits of my
sacrifices.
Years behind the scenes, whispering poison into Jameson’s ears, and now she finally triumphed.
She heard her son call her “mom,” snuggling
close as if she had won it all.
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Though she knew-she knew-every privilege she enjoyed was stolen from me.
Tears welled up in her eyes, not of guilt, but of
victory.
She held Kieran tighter, her voice sickly sweet.
Just then, as mother and son basked in what they believed was long-awaited justice, a voice suddenly pierced the air: “What are you two doing?”
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