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.

were going to 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 leave while she would just

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

have any other serious illnesses and she’s going to recover soon. I know it seems scary, but

again “Mommy, are we going to

nodded but felt a bit worried. “Yes.

Can we go back there

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isn’t my friend, I don’t like the palace at all. It’s too stuffy. I miss the trees in Wild Crawler. Can we please go back there and pretend none of this

go back there too.

us and

leave?” he pleaded, his voice more urgent

again by this insistence.

I tried to say, but Finnick shook his

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

fought to understand what he was talking about. Children often had lofty imaginations, but something told me there was more

never liked her mother,” Finnick pressed. “She’s using her, and

might just be unhappy because her mother is so busy, Finnick. But Ms. Benn loves Lila. She’s been worried about Lila’s

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

confused

a strange thing for Finnick to say, but at the same time, I knew that he wasn’t one to tell tall tales. He was always such

Lila in

since he was so close to Lila and whatever was happening? The thought was terrible. I didn’t want my son to get involved in anything dangerous. We were already in such a precarious position here in Yurene. We couldn’t risk it getting any worse than

nervous to figure out what was going on, I summoned my

does Lila make her mother useful to

like the black-haired woman who came to our room not long after we arrived. The one with the pretty eyes.”