Chapter 28 A Serious Talk
Zain’s POV:
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I noticed Jesse, Winston, and Wyatt peeking through the doorway, only to shrink back in fear and quickly scurry to their rooms.
I could hear their hushed whispers: “Little sisters are always crying. They’re so annoying!” But I knew this wasn’t just a childish tantrum–this was the cruption of a deeper family conflict.
Winnie stormed off with Hannah in her arms, muttering under her breath.
When I stepped into Hannah’s room, I saw the scratch marks on her arm and her swollen, tear–streaked eyes. Winnie was dabbing at her wounds with a damp towel, her face burning with anger.
I spoke in a low, firm voice. “What’s going on? Why haven’t you gone to apologize to Susan yet?”
It was like. I had lit a fuse. Winnie threw down the towel in a rage, practically shaking. “Zain, what kind of father are you? Hannah was the one who got bullied! Look at her! Her eyes are swollen from crying, her arm is covered in scratches, and there’s blood!”
Her voice was sharp and piercing, but to me, it carried no weight.
I chuckled coldly, my gaze piercing her like a blade. “Would she have been hurt if she hadn’t tried to take something that wasn’t hers?”
My tone was low, laced with the authority of an Alpha.
Hannah burst into even louder sobs, but I remained unmoved.
Her tears wouldn’t change my judgment–in a werewolf family, the one who provokes must bear the
consequences.
Winnie was still yelling behind me, but I turned and walked away.
Her cries and accusations grated on my nerves, but as Alpha, I had to stay composed.
Standing by the window, I stared into the night, my mind churning.
Winnie was my contract wife. I had followed the patriarch’s arrangement to have her bear my children.
I never had feelings for her, but as an Alpha, it was my duty to continue the family bloodline.
Yet, once the children were born, neither showed any potential to become an Alpha.
Laurence once advised me to find another mate, but when Winnie found out, she begged me not to abandon her. She asked me to wait until the children were grown, and I agreed.
Then Jenny went missing, and the entire family was consumed by grief. The matter was put on hold.
Now, Winnie’s indulgence had made Hannah arrogant and spoiled, completely at odds with the traditional way we raise werewolf children.
Maybe she thought she was doing the right thing. Loving and protecting one’s child is natural, but to me,
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Chapter 28 A Serious Talk
I took a deep breath, feeling the power of the werewolf bloodline surge within me.
As Alpha, I couldn’t allow this chaos to continue.
Once I calmed down, I would have a serious talk with Winnie.
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She had to understand that the dignity and traditions of our werewolf family could not be defied, and our children needed to be raised by our values.
As for Susan–she wasn’t just the destined mate of the eight of us. She was also the future of the Silvermoon Tribe, the one who carried the pure bloodline of our people.
I had to ensure she grew up strong, learning the resilience and courage of a true werewolf.
This incident was a wake–up call. I needed to reassess the state of our family and fulfill my duty as Alpha.
Winnie’s POV:
At dinner, the eight Alphas of the Silvermoon Alliance gathered–a rare occasion in the past four years.
The table was piled high with freshly hunted game–torn deer legs, half–raw rabbit meat, blood pooling at the edges of the bone plates. The air was thick with the scent of iron and the wild essence of our werewolf heritage.
Standing at the kitchen doorway, I inhaled the familiar scent, yet it suddenly felt suffocatingly foreign.
The eight brothers–mighty Alphas revered within the pack–sat around the table, their brows furrowed as they wrestled with a dilemma: what to get Susan for her birthday.
Their sharp eyes flicked toward each other now and then, tension crackling in the air like wolves silently vying for dominance over a kill.
The silence at the table was deafening, broken only by their heavy breathing and the distant howls from the forest.
I clenched my apron, my knuckles turning white. My bloodline may have been that of an ordinary werewolf, but in that moment, fury surged through me.
Laurence suddenly mentioned Susan’s birthday, his deep voice carrying the weight of an Alpha’s command. My heart clenched like it had been clawed open.
Just moments ago, Susan had attacked Hannah. Hannah’s wrist was still bleeding, the faint scent of iron mixing with the air. Small scratches dotted her skin, her eye bruised and swollen as if she’d been stung by
a wasp.
Yet no one at this table cared about Hannah. All they cared about was Susan.
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