The Infertile Luna’s Revenge and the Alpha’s Regret - Chapter 64

Chapter 64

The moment she arrived at the Lotus Pack, she didn’t mind anyone. Instead, she went straight back to the where Aunt Camille was.

Amelia sat by Camille’s bedside, her expression filled with worry as she gently brushed a strand of hair from her aunt‘ s pale face. Camille looked frail, her skin sallow and her breathing shallow.

“Are you alright, Aunt?” Amelia asked softly, her voice laced with concern. “What’s going on? Why are you… suddenly ill?”

Camille gave a weak smile, her lips. trembling. “It’s nothing new, Amelia. Just… some old issues catching up to me.”

Upon hearing that, Amelia frowned, clearly unconvinced but unwilling to push her aunt further. Instead, she clasped Camille’s hand, her touch warm and comforting. “I wish you‘ d told me. sooner. We could’ve found a way to help you.”

However, Camille shook her head, her tired eyes meeting Amelia‘ s. “There’s no help for me now, my dear. But that’s not why I called you here.”

Amelia‘ s brows furrowed, a flicker of unease passing through her. “Do you have something to tell me?” she asked hesitantly.

Camille nodded, her gaze growing distant as if summoning the strength to speak. “Yes, Amelia. There’s a secret I’ve carried in my heart for many years. I… I need to tell you before I leave this world.”

Amelia‘ s chest tightened, anxiety coiling, in her stomach. She could see the weight of Camille’s words etched on her face, her gratitude and sorrow blending into one expression. “What is it?” Amelia asked, her voice almost a whisper.

Camille’s hand trembled in Amelia‘ grasp. “Your parents,” she began, her voice faltering. She closed her eyes for a moment, as though the confession itself was too much to bear. “Your parents died because of me… and my Alpha.”

FLASHBACK

The sun bright in the sky as Amelia ran through the villa gardens, her laughter echoing around her. She was just a child, no more than ten years old, but the world felt so safe in that moment. Her parents were by her side, as they always were. They were happy, and that happiness filled her heart.

They had decided to take a vacation- something Amelia had been looking forward to for months. The villa was beautiful, perched on a hill overlooking the town below. A row of villas lined the road, but they had chosen the fourth one, far enough to be away from the noise, but still close enough to hear the festivities. Amelia didn’t care about the noise. She only cared about the time with her parents.

Her mother, elegant and kind, smiled as Amelia showed her a small flower she had picked from the garden. “You‘ re growing into a fine young lady, my love,” her mother had said, brushing a lock of hair from Amelia’s face.

“We were just talking about your bloodline,” her father added, his tone warm but serious. “The Rising Moon Bloodline, the one you inherited from our ancestors. It’s a dangerous power, Amelia. Your mother has always been concerned about you inheriting it.”

Amelia frowned, her young mind not fully grasping the weight of his words. “But I don’t feel dangerous. I don’t feel like anything‘ s different.”

Her mother smiled sadly, her eyes soft with worry. “That’s because it’s not time yet. But when you find your true mate, Amelia, your bloodline will awaken. You’ll be powerful, and in the right hands, that power can be a gift. But if it falls into the wrong hands…”

Her father’s voice grew quiet as he finished the thought. “It could be a curse.”

Amelia didn’t understand, not fully. She was just a child, too innocent to comprehend the weight of the conversation. But she nodded, trusting her parents‘ words, trusting their love.

As the evening came, Amelia and her parents ate dinner together, their laughter filling the villa. The sounds of the celebration from the neighboring villa drifted through the air, but they didn‘ t pay it any mind. They were happy in their own little bubble, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen.

It wasn’t until later that night that things began to unravel. Amelia woke suddenly, her heart pounding in her chest. The air was thick with tension. She could hear her mother’s frantic whispers, the soft click of her father’s boots against the floor as he moved about the room.

“Amelia, get up,” her mother whispered. urgently, shaking her awake. Her mother’s eyes were wide with fear, and the calm, composed woman she had always known seemed to be unraveling before her very eyes. “You have to hide. Now.”

Amelia sat up, confused and scared.

“What’s going on, Mom?”

Her mother didn’t answer at first, her eyes darting toward the door as if she were listening for something. The distant sounds of celebration had ceased, and now all Amelia could hear was the eerie stillness of the villa. It was wrong. It was too quiet.

Her father appeared in the doorway, his face pale but focused. “Intruder. There’s an intruder,” he said simply, the fear in his voice unmistakable. “You need to hide, Amelia. Don’t come out until I say so. Before Amelia could ask any more. questions, her mother grabbed her and hurried her toward the closet. “Hide here,” she whispered urgently. “Do not make a sound. Do not move.”

END OF FLASHBACK

The memories faded, leaving Amelia feeling colder than she had ever felt in her life. Her mind reeled with the memory of that night–the night that had shaped her, that had taken everything from her.

As Aunt Camille‘ s voice trembled beside her, Amelia couldn’t speak. She was still trying to process the betrayal, the horror of it all. How could it be possible?