Chapter 8
“You should have told her everything from the start,” Jameson sighed wearily. “It would have saved us all a lot of trouble.”
“Really? You’re pushing the blame on me now?” Kieran snarled angrily. “Everything I did, I did because of you. If you had married Aunt Alice instead of Zara, I wouldn’t be going through all
of this!”
His voice was filled with resentment. “So, if anyone should be held responsible, it’s you.”
Jameson glared at him, both shocked and furious. “Your mother raised you all these years. You’ve never shown any gratitude-and now you dare to blame me?”
“She might not be as refined as Alice, but she’s still your mother!”
Kieran hesitated only for a moment, then
smirked mockingly, unapologetically stating,
“She’s not my real mom.”
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The room fell silent.
Jameson stood frozen, his mind struggling to process what had just been said.
He opened his mouth, as if to retort, but eventually hesitated.
He wondered if Kieran knew the truth.
And the truth was—he did.
Kieran had had enough of pretending. “There’s
no need to hide it anymore, Dad,” he said with a furrowed brow. “I’ve known for a long time.”
He crossed his arms, his tone sharp and indifferent. “I overheard everything you and Aunt Alice discussed the other night as I passed
your room.”
He stepped forward, his words quick and bitter.
“You both are clearly in love, and I’m your pup. So why do you keep up this charade with Zara, pretending to live as a happy family?”
His voice grew more piercing, every word
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weighted heavily.
“She’s embarrassing, Dad. She rarely speaks in public, dresses like a maid, and always reeks of cleaning supplies.”
“If you’re uneasy about kicking her out, then
fine. Let her stay and clean the house or do
something else. She doesn’t need to be your mate. She’s certainly unworthy of the title of my
mom.”
“Just look at what you’ve done,” he continued, his tone sharper. “You’ve turned my real mother -the true mother-into the ‘homewrecking she-wolf.’ I’ve always struggled to make Diana call her ‘mom,’ constantly facing resistance!”
He truly wasn’t lying. Everything he said was too specific to be fabricated. He had known. All
these years, he had known.
Jameson’s face grew pale.
He swayed slightly, gripping the edge of a chair as if it were the only thing keeping him from
collapsing.
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“Dad?” Kieran’s concern sparked as he moved towards Jameson. “Are you all right?”
“Is it what I said that’s affecting you?” He
blinked innocently. “Come on, you don’t really care about Zara.”
When Jameson didn’t respond, Kieran shrugged and added, “She’s practically not even a member of this pack. What’s the
difference?”
That statement pushed Jameson over the edge.
Jameson’s hand swung through the air, striking Kieran’s face with a sharp smack.
Kieran only realized what had happened after hearing the sound.
Jameson’s voice trembled with fury-“You-you dare to speak of her that way?!”
“She is your mother!”
Kieran hadn’t expected Jameson to hit him.
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