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 have any real right to

shaken by the revelation,

Sperm donor or not… You were the one who wanted to create a child, so whether you like it or not… I am your son, alpha or fucking not.”

miss the way she’s trying

more. What are you two

pleads. “No. I need to know. I am fed up with lie after lie. First, the Toussaints have kept so much from Zaia and now you two. Don’t any of you have any fucking shame?”

We have told you what involves you. Now you know, what will you do? Continue to disrespect me?” Dad says as he sits

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

stop it. You know that’s not true. Why are you doing this?” she asks, her

upon her. “Enough Agatha. Do

need to stop making matters worse. Tell him, or I

A perfect son who is an excellent alpha and an amazing businessman! If only you I will get your head

her

her hand, and Dad stands up. Both of us rush to her side

fine, just a bad throat.” She says hoarsely as I offer her a tissue. “Thank you.” She wipes her

her trumps his own feelings. At least I know he

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

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

her in surprise. Well, he sure

your father chose me over her, she promised to ruin us… and, well, her marrying Hugh was a stepping stone to power.” I stare at Mom, my head spinning. Can things get any more fucking

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

but Hugh and 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,

I can imagine that being a reason, she must have felt

enough.” Dad snarls. “I did nothing in comparison to

you never had anything against Zaia…” but as the words leave my lips, a sudden thought makes my heart sink. ” Did you treat her well, to anger him? To