Chapter 338: Legitimate Child Asha's POV

I squared my shoulders as I faced my father, my eyes narrowing at him in anger.

I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, the weight of years of frustration and jealousy boiling to the surface.

My father simply stood before me, his usual composed demeanor tinged with a rare expression of exasperation, but I didn't care. Not anymore

"She doesn't even call you Father!" I spat, my voice trembling with anger.

"Not once in her life has Astrid ever acknowledged you as her father. And yet, you treat her like she's some prized treasure.

Why, Father? Because you feel guilty for neglecting her? She's just your illegitimate child! It's best that she realize she's not special!" I blurted out angrily.

Alpha Theron's jaw tightened, but he didn't speak. That silence — his silence — was what always drove me mad.

He would never defend himself, never justify his actions, as if I were the one being unreasonable. But I wasn't.

"She's ungrateful!" I continued, pacing back and forth as my emotions surged.

"She shows up only when she needs something from you, and you let her. Every single time, you let her.

You bend over backward for her, giving her everything, while I-" My voice broke despite my best efforts to keep it steady. "While I have spent my entire life proving my worth to you."

slowly, his broad shoulders rising and falling. "Asha, this is not about worth.

off. "Don't defend her to me. Don't pretend she's some innocent victim here. She's never been a part of this family. She doesn't want to be. All she

my sides. "You've always

sharp gaze finally locked onto mine, and for a moment, I

steady, a low rumble

Father. It's not enough. It's never enough. You

curly my fist in anger

your kindness or your forgiveness. She's

Theron said, his tone sharper now. "That is not

my voice echoing down the hallway. "She never

space between us. But I didn't flinch. Not

done to both of us," I spoke more calmly this time after getting

father's voice boomed,

never seen him like this, his face contorted

else. Pain. A

think you know

trembled, not with weakness but with the weight of something long buried. "You think you know who she is. Who I am Who you

crumbling under

illegitimate child?" he continued, his voice rising with each

my legitimate daughter. My true heir. The

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