Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha

Chapter 289: She did it to herself (2)

Killian’s voice was still low as he continued, "My mom couldn’t even look at me for months and years; even now, when she speaks to me... she doesn’t look at me. But at the same time, she was happy that she had a living reminder of something that she had lost."

"Like she never fucked up. Unfortunately, no matter how much I look like him, I could never be him. I was never really sharp when it came to studies; I was more of an outdoor kid. My elder brother was the one who aced every test. And as I grew up, the differences became more and more prominent, and I think that started to hurt her even more."

"My mother started to compare me more and more with my elder brother. They expected me to come out of the top just like him, and when I couldn’t, it disappointed her. I was expected to like what he liked and dislike what he disliked. It was like she saw him when she was looking at me, you know? Like I was never there."

Inez squeezed her eyes shut upon hearing his words. Even though she was not the one who went through that pain, she could feel the ache and heartbreak Killian must have gone through when he was growing up under a mother who wasn’t even willing to accept his identity. She wondered if Killian was even aware of the fact that his loneliness had long seeped into his tone. Her siren had forgotten all about her anger and was now wishing he could soothe his pain.

"And yet as much as she treated me like him, she never allowed me to enter his room," Killian went on. "They hadn’t boxed up his stuff. My father was truly grieving like a normal person. Which was why he soon passed away after the death of my brother; in fact, it would be right to say that he asked me to take him out of the misery. The one last decent thing he could do for me as my father, he wanted everyone to look up to me, which was why he allowed me to bring him down."

room. When I lived with her, I could hear her crying for her son, but soon I realised that there was no point in trying to reach out and console her. My mom– she doesn’t need consolation. She wants to cling to the guilt, wearing it like it is

told her that her eldest son was close to her. That he was still lingering around her. I still remember being young and just a child, and yet my mother was telling my sister that she needed to go to the attic and play with her ’brother’, that the unexplained creaking of the floorboards and thuds were the

ill. Very sick. But my mother’s twisted desires never came to an end. She started making cakes for him after finding out that my brother was still with us in spirit form. We were supposed to sing Happy Birthday and bring him gifts every year. I understand that she wanted to keep his memory alive and that she wished she could revive him from the dead. But what I could not accept was how

potion? Because she didn’t — couldn’t — accept that you were so different from your brother. She wanted you to eat something that he liked and you

when he was alive. He loved the mango pudding that my mother makes, but I cannot eat it naturally. My mother didn’t like it. Because she wanted me to remind her that her eldest son was still alive, I was supposed to be the

fixing. People are responsible for finding happiness themselves. They cannot expect someone else

cheek before saying to her, "You are right. She was a coward who clung to a fake reality rather

with her, she

soft smile etched on his lips, but Inez could see that there was a hint of mockery and pain in his eyes. "How should I tell you—Lyra was

"What do you mean—"