Crowned by Fate (Skye) novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158

Adrien’s POV

Maxwell and my mother walked through the door, laughing together like they didn’t have a care in the world. Their eyes found frozen in the middle of the

Maxwell’s hand dropped from my mothers waist as if burned.

“Adrian?” My mother’s voice catsied surprise. “What are you doing here?”

I fored myself to breathe normally, to push down the rage that threatened to consume me. “Wee into each other.”

we? Nothing strange about rondleg

Maxwell’s brow furrowed. “There you go again with your ridilles. You should spend less time reading those useless poems Poetry only not a man’s brain-

The confusion hit me like cold water.

I looked at them more carefully, taking in details I’d missed in my initial shock. They weren’t wearing the competition gear everyone had donned for the Alpha King trials, Instead, they wore casual summer clothes suitable for a beach vacation. My mother’s hair fell past her shoulder, longer than I’d seen it in years. Her face looked younger too, the worry lines that had appeared after my father’s death notably absent.

Understanding dawned, and I almost laughed at the mazes trick. This wasn’t real. None of it was real.

“I need to go,” I said, already turning toward the door. “I have things to do.”

“Wait!” My mother’s voice stopped me. “I’ve made dinner. Stay y and eat with us.”

Maxwell moved toward the refrigerator, his movements casual and familiar in this space that should have been sacred to my father’s memory. “Your mother made my favorite today. Lamb stew cooked in goat’s milk. The pulled out a bottle of red wine, examining the label with satisfaction. “You have to try it.”

Lamb stew cooked in goat’s milk?

I’d seen the pot on the stove myself just minutes ago.

was fish stew, halibut and salmon, the way my father always made it

But arguing would be pointless. This was all an illusion, a trap designed to break me. I wouldn’t give it the satisfaction.

\“I’m not hungry,” I said, heading for the back door. “Enjoy your dinner.”

Maxwell strode across the mom and planted himself directly in my path, blocking my way to the back door. His hand caught my arm, his grip firm. “How can you be so rude to your mother?“:

“Rude?” The word came out as a bitter laugh. “What about your private meetings? is that polite to my father?”

My mother’s face went pale, her eyes darting between Maxwell.

1. me. ‘It’s not what you think, Adrian. Your uncle and I…”

She turned to set the pot of stew on the table, her hands shaking so badly she nearly spilled it.

I wondered if they’d been meeting secretly before my father died. If they’d used this fishing cabin for their affair, tainting every good memory I had of this place. The thought made me sick. My childhood sanctuary, the place where I’d learned to love the ocean and trust my father’s strength, all of it felt contaminated now.

Maxwell settled into a chair at the have some stew first.”

as if nothing had happened, ladling stew into his bowl with practiced ease. “Let’s not argue. Come, sit down and

He filled another bowl and held it out to me. You know, Adrian, the Bible says your shouldnt boil a kid in its mother’s milk. But lamb cooked in goar’s is actually the most delicious thing. Here, taste it”

I didn’t take the bowl. The smell alone made my stomach turn. The wrongness of it all, the perversion of taking something cook the very creature it should have fed.

to nurture and using it to

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Chapter 158

“Get out my wolf urged. This pler terks of betrayal ·

I turned toward the door, determined to leave this twisted illusion behind. I was halfway to the door when footsteps pounded on the pu open, and my father’s Beta stumbled in, his fare fnhed with urgency.

“Alpha!” He addressed Maswell, and hearing my uncle called by my father title made my jaw clench Alpha Stormbowl is under attack. He needs reinforcements immediately!”

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