Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2
Chapter 187 – The Daughter of Despair.
Maura’s POV:
“Mom!” I cried as I sat down with her. It was not expected from my father. He was the biggest scum of the earth, but I never thought he would manage to hide my mother here and I would never find out. “Maura!” My mom, who was in and out of sleep, turned her neck around and watched me.
“Oh!” I yelped at her broken sight. Rushing towards her, I sat down and wrapped my arms around her body for comfort.
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She was only wearing bits and pieces. Father has beaten her up so much that some of her bones were clearly dislocated and turned blue.
“What has he done to you?’ I was crying on her shoulder, trying to understand why she was being chained to iron shackles.
“My daughter,” she said in such a whisper that I could barely hear her. No wonder she stopped attempting to call for help. There was no way any noise could reach outside of this basement.
“I’m your daughter,” I nodded, breaking the hug and crying happy tears. I had longed to see her. Every time her thoughts appeared in my mind, I thought I would have to die in order to see her again.
“You are okay.” It wasn’t a question that she asked me; it sounded more like a statement she told to a*s*sure herself.
“I am,” I said to her, running my hand over her broken bones, trying to ease her pain.
“You are all grown up now,” she mumbled, with little tears leaving her eyes. She has cried so much that her eyes have turned dry now. The dried up tears and blood were pretty visible.
“That man didn’t hurt you; please tell me he didn’t.” The way my mom mentioned my dad was clearly because she knew he didn’t deserve to be called a father or a mate.
“Dad is a horrible person,” I pouted, holding back tears. I didn’t want to instantly tell her what he had been doing to me, but I would eventually tell her after I freed her from these chains.
“He is not your father,” she snapped at me with a frown on her face.
“What are you saying?” I asked in astonishment.
“He is not your father,’ she repeated herself, making my heart skip a beat. “He kidnapped me when I was pregnant and dragged me here. He is not your father!’ She first blasted the truth in my face and then repeated the same statement. My body was covered in goosebumps when I heard his truth.
“I’m not a Werewolf. I’m a weredragon!” she uttered, stealing the world from under my feet.
“It doesn’t make any sense. I’m a werewolf. Don’t tell me you are not my mother either,” I broke down when asking her that question. I wasn’t ready to hear any other sad news.
“You are my daughter. But you are not a werewolf, and neither are you a weredragon,” mom claimed. “You are a huldra, born from a werewolf and a weredragon. You are a cursed creature. But your curse can also be a blessing to you,” my mom said, raising her fragile hand to gently caress my cheek. “You have the power to bring dead animals back to life. Your beautiful voice can be used to lure men into the forest. Your long hair is just like the real huldra’s cow tail. But you are definitely not a typical Huldra since you are of mixed blood. But it still makes you special, and a forbidden creature at the same time,’ mom went through several emotions when she spoke about what I was.
I always wondered why I couldn’t speak to my wolf or why I couldn’t transition. Now I know why this man kept me here. He had used my magic to keep his farm animals alive without having to buy them food or take care of them.
“Does that mean we are never leaving this hellhole?” I asked, my eyes welling up.
“We are. But I will need my pendant to control my dragon. I’ve been in iron chains and suffering for so long that my dragon has become impatient. The instant I’m out of these chains, I will transform,’ mom explained why she couldn’t get out of these chains.
“Can you tell me where I can find the pendant for you?” I asked in hopes of finding a way.
“The Alpha Kings will have it in inventory, maybe, but make sure you get the pendant that belongs to them only.” She said, “You’ll have to look for a pendant that belonged to Destiny Despair,” she mumbled, making me nod at her.
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