Fated For Lycan's Luna

Chapter 90

Chloe’s POV

The news of my father's demise spread like wildfire through the packs, leaving a trail of sorrow in its

wake. It seemed as though the very air carried the weight of the loss, dampening the spirits of all who

heard.

Each and every members of the Red Moon Pack mourned.

Surprisingly, Vanessa spared no effort in ensuring that the funeral was a grand affair. She took charge

and orchestrated a funeral befitting my father's stature. Every detail was meticulously planned.

I silently stood before the casket that held my father's lifeless body, a torrent of emotions surged within

me. My chest clenched tightly and I could hardly breath. Inside, my heart was very heavy with sorrow.

“You look like you are at peace,” I whispered softly as I touched the casket where my father was laid.

In the past, my father was like a tall mountain. No matter what the situation was, he stood proudly and

was filled with power. He held my life in his hand, and I could only helplessly follow him.

There was a long period in my life when I resented him.

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upon me countless times. I used to hate him... hate him to the point that I cut all of our communications

with each other.

That time, I was certain that I did not want to see him anymore.

Yet, in his final moments, he had revealed a side of himself I had never seen before. He had bared his

soul, expressing his true feelings, telling me that he loved me and cared for me deeply... and that he

was in so much pain seeing me in pain.

I closed my eyes and sighed. My fingers trembled as I prevented the tears from falling out of my eyes.

In the last moment of his life, he made me feel his love for me.

I opened my eyes and a sad smile appeared in my eyes. And with my hand softly touching the side of

his casket, I solemnly whispered, “Thank you, father.”

“I love you, too.”

Silently, I kept a silent vigil beside him as around me, the pack members continued to cry and grieve for

the passing of my father.

But amidst the solemnity, a commotion erupted at the entrance. One by one, alphas from various packs

began to arrive.

My father's reputation as one of the greatest potion masters had garnered him great prestige among

them, and now they came to pay their final respects.

My gaze shifted to Vanessa. Instead of standing beside me, guarding the casket and honoring our

father's memory, she was caught up in a frenzy of ingratiating herself to the visiting alphas.

"Alpha Williams, how wonderful to see you here. Your presence honors our pack," Vanessa's words

dripped with honeyed sweetness, but I sensed the underlying insincerity.

Alpha Williams, a powerful figure from a neighboring pack, offered a polite nod in response. "My

condolences, Alpha Vanessa. Your father was highly respected among us. His loss is felt deeply."

I watched their exchange, my eyes narrowed with suspicion. These alphas, with their carefully crafted

sympathy, were not here solely to pay respects. They had their own agendas, hidden beneath layers of

false condolences and empty gestures. They saw this as an opportunity, a moment of vulnerability for

the Red Moon Pack.

Walking on their side was another alpha. Alpha Hawthorne, known for his cunning tactics and strategic

mind, approached Vanessa, his voice dripping with calculated charm. "Alpha Vanessa, my deepest

sympathies for your loss. Your father was a remarkable potion master, and his knowledge will be sorely

missed."

Vanessa beamed, completely oblivious to the underlying intentions. "Thank you, Alpha Hawthorne.

Your words mean a great deal to me. If there's anything I can do to assist your pack in the future,

please don't hesitate to ask."

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. Vanessa's willingness to entertain these alphas, to

prioritize their flattery over honoring our father's memory, infuriated me.

‘How blind can you be?’ I thought as I sent Vanessa a sharp glance. She was blind to their ulterior

motives, blind to the fact that they sought to exploit our grief and weakness.

After all, my father, in his prime, had wielded great power. For years, he suppressed the rival packs and

established the Red Moon Pack as a force to be reckoned with.

Now that he was gone, it was this very dominance that now painted a target on our backs. The alphas

from those packs, lurking in the shadows of my father's funeral, saw an opportunity to strike at the

weakened Red Moon Pack.

I looked at them quietly and looked away.

After the funeral, I was ready to leave the red moon pack. Now that my father was gone, inside the

pack, there was no one I cared about. Moreover, Vanessa did not seem to need me. In fact, she looked

at me as if I was an eyesore and she could not wait to throw me out.

I caught a glimpse of Lisa, a figure who had always been ruthless towards me. But something had

changed. Her once icy demeanor seemed to have softened, and the weight of my father's demise bore

heavily upon her.

We locked eyes, and the unspoken pain between us became palpable. Despite our strained

relationship, I understood that Lisa loved my father in her own flawed way. His death had struck a deep

chord within her, a chord I could not ignore.

Before I could think properly, I heard myself talking to her.

"Lisa," I whispered, my voice barely audible amidst the remnants of grief that clung to the air.

Lisa looked at me, her sharp and cold gaze could not be find. I let out a sigh.

Despite everything she did, it seemed that she truly loved my father. Thus, in behalf of him, I found

myself comforting her.

"I know you loved him, in your own twisted way. His passing... it must have affected you deeply."

Surprised look appeared in Lisa’s eyes. She looked at me as if she could not believe her eyes.

Suddenly, her eyes welled with tears, and for a fleeting moment, the walls of resentment crumbled

between us.

"Chloe," she choked, her voice laced with raw vulnerability.

“I hate you... I hate you so much...!” She told me while weeping. I stood her, looking at her pitiful figure.

I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. Then, I raised a hand and put it on her shaking shoulders.

Lisa felt this and cried even more. “I hate you so much....” She choked.

“The first time I saw him with you... I knew that he loved you... he loved you so much that I could not

come in between you...” She said bitterly.

“But you made him comfortable in his last minute.”

“I’d rather die than to tell you this. But...”

“...I am grateful. Before you he died... at least... your father felt peace...”