The Dark Side Of Fate Chapter 301

I entered the lounge, and Jake was joking while the ladies laughed.

"Alpha Jake," I said, reaching for a glass of juice on the table.

I sat down on a chair opposite him, and he smiled at me.

"Luna Tamia, thank you for the hospitality," He said respectfully, and I smiled at him.

"You are welcome," I said and took a sip of my drink.

"I am glad you see that we have no issues with you," I said, and he stopped smiling.

He could sense the anger in my voice, and I knew it would be confusing since he had done nothing wrong and helped us. Linda and Avery stopped laughing, and they looked at me.

"Avery and I went to Brighton in good fate. We went there to restore peace and investigate and bring the culprits to book," I said, and he frowned at me.

"We risked our lives and respected you. We stayed in your house so you could watch us, yet we enjoyed the experience. The festival was beautiful," I said and leaned forwards.

"I do not have a problem with you, alpha, and I believe we have established that but I need you to be honest with me about certain things," I said, and he became uncomfortable.

"Did you give your wife to Maurice, or did she give herself as tribute?" I asked, and my question shocked him.

"I am heading somewhere with this, so I will need you to answer my question," I said, and he bowed his head.

It was obviously a complex topic for him, but unfortunately, I needed his answer to draw my conclusions. One thing I knew was the apple never falls far from the tree, and I believe it was the same with Brighton's children. I needed to establish his wife's character to move forward.

"I do not have money, and Brighton isn't rich. My wife always liked the comfort money could bring, and we fought about it often. My sister's mate had passed away and left her money, so she returned to stay with me. She brought her son.

Then I just had my twins, Iris and Donald, Mikhail joined, and there were three," he said, and I was surprised that Donald and Iris were twins.

I always thought Iris was Donald's younger sister. She looked very young. I guess she had good genes.

"I thought Iris was Donald's younger sister?" Avery asked, interrupting us, and he smiled at her.

"She looks young, so when people assume it, I just let it be, but they are twins. Iris does not like people knowing she is that old either because she feels it would hurt her chances of getting a good suitor, so I just allow her to lie about her age," he confessed it was unnecessary information, but I allowed it.

"Anyway, my sister spent a lot on our children, and anytime my wife asked her for money, she never gave as much as she wanted, which I felt was okay and a bit too generous. Anyway, my wife began to take out our financial handicap on me. It wasn't that we were poor, but she compared me to all the wealthy alphas of the west and made me feel inadequate.

When Maurice had issues with the leader of the west because he had teamed up with the eastern leader to overthrow his lordship, Maurice attacked the west and took over.

The east submitted immediately and executed the ones the eastern leader claimed were responsible, but we knew they were sacrificial lambs.

Nonetheless, they agreed to the taxes, so Maurice let them be, but because the western leader was the one that led the attack, the west was taken.

We were all asked to give up something. My sister did not have a mate anymore, so she offered to go. Little did I know that my wife wanted to go too.

She told the warriors to take her.

I tried to stop her, and she told me she would rather be a mistress to the Lord than be my luna. It hurt, but I let her go," he said, and I could hear the hurt in his voice.

I also realised that was why he could carry on without his mate. I also did not miss the fact that that was the war that led to my parent's death, where Ramsey had slaughtered them for alerting Maurice of his conduct. Ramsey was a leader then, and Leo had promised he would disgrace him for my sake. I sighed, remembering Leo and tried to brush him out of my mind. I fought my tears and relaxed.

"Why did you not tell your children that their mother left of her own accord? Because they harbour a lot of hatred for Volkov," I said, and he bowed his head.

"She was gone, and she was never going to return. I did not want to spoil it for them," he said, confessing his reason for keeping the truth from his children.