I Am The Luna

76. A Father’s Feeling

SEBASTIAN.

The sound of my beating heart thumping loudly in my ears is all I can hear as his words ring in my mind. I am not his son? How is that even possible?

I look more like him than Mom… Even if I don’t want to admit it; it is the truth. “What do you mean I am not your son?” I ask quietly, yet my shock bleeds into my voice. “He didn’t mean that, Sebastian. Aran please, don’t do this,” Mom pleads, hurt clear in her eyes.

“No! Why shouldn’t I? His arrogance and his attitude are not something I will tolerate. Not anymore.” Dad says coldly. “Now you have the truth! I don’t want a useless man who-”

“I am an Alpha. Whether you want to admit it or not, you know I hold an alpha’s aura. Who is my father, then?” I ask sharply. Mom grabs hold of my sleeve.” Sebastian, your father is your father-”

“I mean my biological father, Mom,” I growl, trying to control my anger. Why the lies? I am in my thirties and now he decides to tell me that? Mom decides to tell me this crap now? Now when I don’t fucking need to know?

“We don’t know.” Dad snarls. “For all we know, it could be a lowly omega!” Mom frowns, her heart thundering as she looks between us. But I can see the disappointment in her eyes when she looks at Dad spewing his crap.

“He is our son, Aran. We had a sperm donor because you couldn’t conceive! How dare you say he is not ours!” She snaps. “He is not! His arrogance, his attitude and even his face anger me!” He snarls.

“Aran, enough!” I run my hand down my face, turning away from them and their arguing. So, I’m not alpha-born? But then why is my aura more powerful than anyone I have met and I am not bigging myself up…

“Who is my father, then?” I snarl, turning back to them, my eyes blazing silver. They fall silent as Mom sighs. “We used … a sperm donor and had you via IVF because we were having issues conceiving and your father wanted an heir. So we decided it was the best we could do.” Mom continues.

you are not my son nor my blood, nor do you have any real right to this alpha

although I’m shaken by the revelation, more than that,

who was unable to father a child. Sperm donor or not… You were the

He is your son, only yours. No one else’s. So stop this nonsense!” Mom exclaims. I don’t miss the way she’s trying to control herself, almost as if

get it. Why would that be the reason for the Toussaint’s not to like me? There’s more. What are you two not telling me? We all know I am capable of being

with lie after lie. First, the Toussaints have kept so much from Zaia and now

not your concern. We have told you what involves you. Now you know, what will

me a favour? Remember, I’m the one who did you a fucking favour by giving you the chance to be

he can. “Aran, stop it. You know that’s not true. Why

glare turns upon her. “Enough

Tell him, or I will. I will

son.” “OUR SON!” Mom screams, slamming her hand on the table. “You are the one who wanted a child! And we have one! A perfect son who is an excellent alpha and an amazing businessman! If only you I

and her heart is beating disturbingly fast when she begins

seeing the splash of blood on her hand, and Dad stands up. Both of us rush to

you.” She wipes her mouth looking

I know he cares for her if not me. But even I feel uneasy, coughing up

again, glaring out of the window, and Mom sighs as she takes a seat opposite him. “The Toussaint issue has always been between your father hating Hugh… and

ask, taking the last seat in the room and facing Mom. I wonder if Zaia is all alright out there.

eyes widen as I stare at her in surprise. Well, he

and, well, her marrying Hugh was a stepping

chose him, and that has nothing to do with us. Dad chose you.” But Mom’s sad smile tells

your father were once friends, extremely good friends… but Annette was the cause of a rift, and Hugh took away several of your father’s business deals at her request. At one point, the

that being a reason, she must have felt hurt that Dad didn’t choose her.

He had ruined me enough.” Dad snarls. “I did nothing in comparison

heart sink. ” Did you treat her well, to anger him?