Alpha King’s Lost Luna by Aubrey Pepper

Chapter 249

CASSANDRA

I was a little taken aback by Finnick’s serious request. His face appeared timid, yet his tone was solemn, much more sole than a child’s should have been. As I studied his expression, I felt ashamed of myself for borderline neglecting my son thes days. I’d been so immersed in this undercover business that I didn’t have much time to talk with Finnick, aside from our daily goodnight kiss.

When I shifted my gaze, I realized I’d left Helene’s map on the table not too far away.

“Okay, honey,” I agreed. “I just need to do something really quick, okay?”

Finnick nodded politely, and then I moved forward and folded the map up. I stashed it aside, and once it was gone, I gestured for Finnick to join me.

“Come here, baby,” I urged him, and after I took a seat, I extended my arms out to him. “Would you like to sit in my lap?”

My son nodded and then gave me a little smile. He climbed onto my lap and I held him close. I ran my hands through his dark hair and then stroked his cheek affectionately.

“I’m sorry for interrupting you, Mommy,” Finnick apologized as he leaned into my touch. “Aunt Erika said you were busy these days, so I shouldn’t bother

you as much.”

“You could never bother me,” I insisted. “Ever. I’m always here for you, honey. Now, what did you want to tell me?”

I continued to pet his hair as he remained silent, and then he gathered the courage to speak.

“Is Lila going to die, Mommy?” he wondered quietly.

I was instantly surprised by this question as well as his saddened tone. “Why would you ask something like that, baby?”

“Lila told me her disease was incurable,” Finnick answered, and his sterling eyes fell downward.

I lifted his chin and shook my head. “That isn’t true, Finnick. Lila is getting better with every passing day. She was sick with pneumonia, which is extremely curable. She’s going to get better soon.”

But Finnick shook his head. “Lila told me that there was something else in her body that she couldn’t get out, and it’s devouring her and her mother day by day.”

My eyebrows shot up as I tried to make sense of such words coming from my five-year-old’s mouth.

leave this country and go back to Wegalla one day, she went quiet and didn’t want to talk to me anymore,” he continued quietly. “She didn’t want to be friends with me anymore because I would

up with tears and his voice cracked at the end of his sentence. It was heartbreaking to see him get so worked up over something that likely wasn’t true at all.

to die. She doesn’t have any other serious illnesses and she’s going to recover soon. I know it seems scary, but she’s going to be

are we going to leave this country?”

nodded but felt a bit worried. “Yes. Finnick, do you not want to

Wild Crawler. Can we go back there after we leave here? Anemond isn’t fun and

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Chapter 249

I miss the trees in Wild Crawler. Can we please

“I also miss Wild Crawle could go back there too. Who knows, maybe we

lingered between us and

when we leave?” he pleaded,

surprised again by

to say, but

“It was her request, Mommy. She wants to leave

don’t think her mother, Ms. Benn, would agree to something like this,” I tried to say as I fought to understand what he was talking about. Children often had lofty imaginations, but something told me there was more to this situation than I thought. Something was

“She’s

unhappy because her mother is so busy, Finnick. But Ms. Benn loves Lila. She’s been worried about Lila’s condition. It was

told me it wasn’t like that,” Finnick argued, his little voice fierce as he defended his friend. “She said her mother didn’t want her to die because she still wanted to use her. And if Lila died, her mother

confused at

same time, I knew that he wasn’t one to tell tall tales. He was always such a truthful child, sometimes to

in

I didn’t want my son to get involved in anything dangerous. We were already in such a

was nervous to figure out what was going on,

honey?” I wondered. “How does Lila make

“Just like the black-haired woman who came to our room not long after we arrived. The one