Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 517

Chapter 517: A journey to their past lives (12)

The Past 11

"Why?" Irene questioned Anaya with dismay. She then looked pointedly at Ophelia and asked, "Did you know about this?"

"Irene, please just forgive my daughter. I’ll make sure she doesn’t—" Ophelia began, trying to salvage their situation with a desperate plea.

"No," Norris interrupted firmly, who also emerged after hearing the arguments unfolding, thus not letting her finish her plea. "It is better for both of you if you leave this house immediately. Anaya’s actions and words, cannot be ignored, Ophelia."

"Where will I go with my daughter? Please don’t do this to us," Ophelia begged, joining her hands together in a gesture of frantic supplication.

"My husband will arrange a temporary place for both of you to stay tonight," Irene clarified. "I never expected Anaya would actively go after Amelie’s mate like this. Ophelia, do not expect any further assistance or charity from us ever again," she clarified. "I will not tolerate any kind of trouble in my daughter’s life. If Prince Gabriel learns the full extent of this, Anaya may be severely punished," she warned, giving a reason for the expulsion.

"Let’s go to your room, dear," Irene stated, taking Amelie’s hand and leading her upstairs, with Norris following closely behind.

Ophelia turned back to look at Anaya with fury and despair. "Why? Why did you have to do that?" She grabbed Anaya’s arms tightly, boring her gaze into her daughter. "I told you not to ruin anything! This place was giving us everything we needed!" She harshly reprimanded her. Then, roughly dragging Anaya toward their room, she slammed the door shut and locked it from the inside.

"Mother," Anaya whined, undeterred by the catastrophe. "I told you I want to be the next Luna Queen. Why don’t you just use the knowledge of your witchcraft to make Gabriel fall in love with me?" she suggested, the selfishness of her demand astonishing.

Ophelia stared at her daughter, utterly speechless and consumed by disbelief at the depths of Anaya’s ambition and madness.

"Have you gone completely crazy?" Ophelia demanded, her eyes widening in pure shock and horror at Anaya’s suggestion of using witchcraft.

"No," Anaya retorted. "You did the same thing for my father. I know." She delivered the devastating revelation of her mother’s dark past. "You prepared a potion for my father because you loved him. You didn’t want him to find his destined mate. Before you could tell him about your feelings, he found his mate. Later, you fed him that potion, and Father married you instead."

Ophelia instinctively clapped a hand over her mouth, her face pale. "H-how?" she stuttered, her voice barely a whisper. "Did you go through—"

Anaya understood the unfinished question perfectly and answered immediately, without remorse. "Yes. I read your diary once. I was a curious little girl, so I ended up reading it and found out everything." She stepped closer to her mother, lowering her voice to a seductive plea.

"Mother, don’t you love me? Did you see how they humiliated us just now? Just prepare a simple potion for me. I will feed it to Prince Gabriel myself. Then, he will be mine. Don’t you want your daughter to be the next Luna Queen?" She began inflecting evil thoughts into her mother’s desperate mind, trying to convince her to finally use her hidden, dark magic in their favor.

Ophelia didn’t say anything.

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