The Abandoned Luna's Journey to Power Chapter 359: Your Mother Is Dead

Cindy's POV:

The words "Coldmoon Monastery" struck the hall like a sudden thunderclap.

In an instant, the air froze.

The fake, kindly smile on Prince Niall's face stiffened completely. The teacup in his hand trembled violently, and scalding tea splashed onto his brocade robe. Yet he did not seem to notice at all.

Leanna's heavily powdered face turned pale at once. Instinctively, she edged closer to Prince Niall, a flash of panic and guilt flickering in her eyes.

Behind them, the reactions of the three children were all different.

"Coldmoon Monastery..." Lucien, the thin male Omega, swayed as if the bones had been pulled out of his body.

He suddenly lifted his head, and his once dull eyes filled with red veins. He stumbled forward a few steps and spoke in a trembling voice that cracked with fear.

"My mother... Did you go to see my mother? H-how is she? Is she alright?"

I felt no sympathy looking at the only one who seemed to have a trace of conscience. There was only endless sorrow and a rage that I could barely suppress in my heart.

"So now you remember to check on your mother?"

I stepped forward and stared coldly at Lucien. My voice was sharp as a blade. "If you care so much about her, why didn't you go see her yourself? From the day she was driven out of the castle and locked away in that monastery that feels like an ice cellar, how many times did you visit her? Do you know what she ate every day? Do you know how much blood she coughed up each day?"

Lucien retreated again and again under my relentless questions. As he covered his face in pain, tears streamed through the gaps between his fingers. "I-I wanted to, but I was assigned to border patrol duty. I have heavy patrol tasks every day. If I leave my post without permission, I will be punished by military law. I really couldn't leave!" he explained weakly.

"Couldn't leave? What a nice excuse."

I scoffed and ruthlessly tore apart the pathetic excuse he was hiding behind. "You carry the blood of King Ryken. You are the son of a prince. Even if you are an Omega, if you truly had the courage and truly dared to risk everything for the woman who gave birth to you, who would actually dare execute you under military law? The truth is simple. You're a coward. You're afraid of offending the woman who stole your mother's place. You are afraid of losing the last bit of pitiful protection you still have in Prince Niall's castle."

I raised my hand and pointed at Beatrice and Amara behind him.

The two girls were dressed in luxurious evening gowns with expensive jewels shining on their heads as if they were preparing to attend a grand ball.

"Look at the three of you," I said with a bitter laugh, my voice full of contempt and scorn. "Sephiria risked her life to give birth to you. And what happened? The three of you together are not even worth as much as the two maids at the monastery. If Carla and Katie had not stayed by her bedside day and night, if they had not used their own meager savings to buy pain relief herbs, your mother would have died long ago on that moldy, broken bed."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

The eldest daughter, Beatrice, felt humiliated after being publicly accused. Her face flushed red as she shouted back. "Who do you think you are, Cindy? What right do you have to interfere in our family affairs? My mother went to the monastery to serve the Moon Goddess. That was her choice! We simply didn't disturb her spiritual practice. What's wrong with that?"

"Spiritual practice?"

I felt the wolf blood in my body boiling violently. Diana let out a thunderous roar in my mind.

I suddenly released the pheromones of a top Alpha. The cold pressure carried a strong killing intent as it crashed down on Beatrice.

"That was imprisonment. She was tortured to death. You heartless monster. And yet you have the audacity to dress up the murder of your own mother in such noble words!"

Under my overwhelming pressure, Beatrice's legs gave out. She collapsed onto the floor, trembling violently, unable to speak a single word.

"W-what did you just say?"

Lucien seemed not to hear Beatrice's scream at all. He stared blankly at me as his already pale face completely lost its color. "Tortured... to death? My mother... my mother..."