The Dark Side Of Fate Chapter 129

~Tamia~

Avery and I insisted on sharing the same room. Alpha Jake offered to have his pack doctor examine me, but I refused. I planned on managing the condition until I got back to the north.

"That went well; too well, I must say," Avery linked me, trying to be cautious, and I smiled at her.

"He believed Leo when he told him but still felt insulted until I showed up," I linked her back, explaining my deduction.

"Alpha Jake Brighton is an old-fashioned man. He expected word to have gone to Sylvester's ears of the atrocity in Brighton, and he expected Sylvester to apologise personally even though he had no hand in it. It is an ego thing for the old man, nothing more." I linked Avery, and she laughed.

"What do you think about Councilwoman Pamela? The woman reeks of treachery," Avery said aloud, and I laughed. It would be unwise for us to remain silent all through the room.

Being former Lunas of top packs, we understood the politics. Alpha Brighton wanted to keep an eye on us and our activities in his territory, so he offered we stay in his house; I was sure people were listening to our conversation.

We had dinner with Alpha Jake, Mikail, his nephew, Iris, his daughter and Donald, his son. His son and nephew were about my age, and I figured Donald would succeed his father soon. His daughter, Iris, kept staring at us during dinner, and I was a bit uncomfortable, but I let it be.

We ate in silence and returned to our room.

"Donald did not seem to like us. I do not know what his deal is. Jake's nephew, Mikail, was worse. He kept staring at us. Honestly, I can't wait to be out of this place," Avery said, lying next to me, and I smiled. The feeling was mutual.

"I am missing Marcel," She said and sighed.

"He didn't want me to come, but I insisted. Right now, I just want to head back to the north and never leave his side. It has just been a few hours, and I am missing him so badly," She said, and I smiled because I felt the same way.

I wondered what Sylvester was doing. As much as I wanted to place a call, it was best I didn't.

I was about to fall asleep when my phone rang. I did not need to guess who it was. I answered in a heartbeat.

"Miss me already, Green eyes?" he said, and I giggled on the phone.

"More than you can imagine. Would have returned in the morning, but Alpha Jake invited us to a festival tomorrow evening, so we will return after the festival," I said, and he grumbled on the phone.

We talked about his day, and I handed the phone to Avery to speak with Marcel. Apparently, she did not come with her phone.

We said good night and fell asleep.

We had breakfast in the morning with our host and his children, and it was a very uncomfortable one.

"When are you two leaving?" Donald asked with a very disrespectful tone, and his father cautioned him.

"You might choose to be silent, but I won't. They are marrying the men that attacked their people and took them away from their husbands. If it isn't shameless and a desperate act of social climbing, then I do not know what is. Yet we welcome them to our home, allow them to eat at our table and pretend everything is okay. Mikail doesn't have a mother because of the Dark Alpha; my mother was taken from me because of the Dark Alpha. Yet we are here. I say these eastern whores should be ashamed of themselves," He said, and I put down my cutlery and wiped my mouth.

His father was going to speak when I stopped him.

" It is easy to point fingers, call people names and judge them when you do not have the full picture. It is easy to speak about loyalty and moral values when you have not experienced certain things, and judging people looking from the outside is easy. You call us whores and wicked. You call my mate vile and evil, but he was our saviour. Where was your moral compass when my ex-husband broke his promises and forced me to live with his fated, and I lost my rights and standing as luna? Where was your moral compass when Avery's husband abused her and her wolf day and night, forced her to live with his mistress and placed the bitch above her? No one was willing to help, knowing what she was going through. These monsters revived our faith in love and gave us the strength and courage to try again. Sylvester wiped away my tears and gave me hope when I thought all was lost. My husband did not give me up; I gave myself up to get away from him. As for your mother and aunt, I sympathise with you, but Sylvester is nothing like Maurice. If you are too blind to see it, you need to look into the mirror and question your morals," I said, picking up my fork to continue the meal; I could not let it waste. No one said anything.